They worked without hesitation every day in the fields full of blood, sweat and tears after the daily chores. The fertile land was rare in these places and they had to work hard to get all that nature wanted to give them. They were the inhabitants of remote areas, anonymous, who only had to worry about plowing the land and filling it with seeds, returning to their homes at night, plowing the bed and sowing the seeds to fill the earth with many children. The young men were plowing, both young kids were doing their work very well until suddenly a light appeared before them. They both look up, young men of 1824, look at the beautiful sky and rejoice at this star. The brightest star they had ever seen.
They walk both young ones, almost naked, with trembling legs and tattered clothes, a woman in the distance saw the little boys walking, attending to the most important tasks while they were throwing the small elements on the ground. The young boys look up at the light, the brightest of all, the ultimate wonder in front of their eyes. They walk almost hypnotized towards the nothingness, the woman who was nearby, their mother, 14 years older than them, watches them from afar walking and talking to the nothingness. The young lady is frightened, old for this society, 28 summers, too old to marry again. The woman walks forward as her children continue to talk to nothingness, leaves her sugar sack and starts to run. The young boys see that bright light, they smile, the woman is frightened and shouts at them, the light seems to envelop them, now the woman stops, she can't move forward. She freezes while her children, Adana and Evelio talk with the new being that has come to change the history of this and a couple of galaxies.
ADANA. What will happen to us?
EVELIUS. Yes, what will happen to us?
BEING OF LIGHT. You have been chosen to lead the worlds for the awesome challenges that will be experienced within the coming human centuries.
MOTHER. Children!
ADANA. We are going to save the world!
EVELIUS. It will be a nice thing, but what will our parents say?
BEING OF LIGHT. You don't have to worry about it. Nobody is going to prevent this from happening, we have already taken care to ensure the best route, you will be brothers and sisters, and during the time you remain together, until the death of one of you, you will be husband and wife. You will bring the new offspring for men, you will be part of the history of the new world.
EVELIUS. Wow.
ADANA. Are we to be a couple?
BEING OF LIGHT. That's right, this is something that has already been decided beforehand. So it has been said and so it will be done. Do not hold back. Never do so, for your offspring will be numerous and the most primitive evil elements, even if you try to defeat them, will not be able to finish you off, at least not in the two millennia to come.
The two little ones suddenly float, something different is felt in the air. They rise while smiling, something in their genitals seems to glow, they are receiving all the gifts from their caretakers. The mother is practically motionless, walking at too slow a speed. The children laugh right there, they are happy, something envelops them and heals them, it influences them with its power, they grow stronger as the minutes pass. Suddenly something overwhelms them, towards the end, something similar to what is to come in many years makes an appearance in their mind, their features change, the being of light takes them down, leaves them where they were. The woman feels that now she can go faster, she recovers her normal speed. It doesn't occur to her yet to call for someone, the husband, the father of these children, is too far from this area.
EVELIO. What is this?
ADANA. What's going on?
BEING OF LIGHT. Do not get impatient, now you are going to be new people, something in you has changed, something small, you are still the same, you are just going to have a different way of living life, it is not something dangerous. For you do not know what exactly can happen now, but in the future this will have different manifestations. Look at this, your children might not know this, it doesn't matter either, none of this would matter. Now there is a new way to support your worlds. Seize it, take it, take it all.
ADANA. I feel... ahhh!
EVELIUS. Something strange is this, ohhhh, ohh, ahhhhh!
BEING OF LIGHT. Now begins this new strain. That's two already, let's hope that with this last one things will stabilize. Now new things will come for them, you are going to help them, you are going to be fruitful and you are going to fill this world with your new ideology and we will see how you fill the land masses with the future children that you will be delivering to the world, be fruitful, be one of a kind.
The little ones rise a few more centimeters and then suddenly fall to the ground, the mother arrives and embraces them, they look at nothing, unaware of what is happening around them. The mother holds them tightly, worried, she looks everywhere, now she remembers she has a husband, she calls the old man, she hopes she can find him, she hopes someone can rescue him, while casually she sees that her children have signs of being altered, the male's virile member seems to inflate with the arrival of blood while the little lady manifests slight convulsions. What could she do to help them, maybe nothing, she tries to take them home but she can't, she has to wait, she has to wait for someone.
Days and weeks go by. The little ones are still in bed. They rest, wake up, eat a lot and go back to sleep. The mother has too many things on her mind, her husband who impregnated her when he was 45 years old is indignant with the vagrancy of his children and with his wife's strange messages. She doesn't understand how seemingly healthy youngsters without any of their ancestors' defects could suddenly fall into madness. Talking to themselves and soaring through the air, that was not natural. He had to have some explanation, his wife was unreliable, she gave them too much attention, when a little old man like his son should already be preparing to serve in some luxurious place or in some army. But no, he was lying there, shivering and cared for like a lady, the father of a family can't stand something like this.
One day the parents were going about their business as usual when suddenly they hear some sounds coming from the main room, the father gives a shout of pride, his son finally gets up from his mediocrity and goes back to exercise. The mother as such returns very quickly as she was genuinely concerned about her children, she arrives in the room where everyone was sleeping and sees the terrified spectacle, her youngest son was naked on top of his sister, she with her legs open, the young man's hips moving up and down showing his testicles to whoever came to the resting area. He looks at his sister, spurting liquid from her sex, the boy makes some guttural sounds as blood appears from the side of the girl's vulva, the boy gets excited, grunting as he penetrates hard, his girl gives a few moans, she is indeed enjoying herself beautifully. The mother remembers her husband and turns around, he doesn't come, he doesn't care, he only worries when the boy doesn't want to work, not when he is sick, not when he is recovering. She comes closer, looking at them 14-year-old boys having wild sex, the young man speeds up the movements, grunts again.
EVELIO. Ah... ahhhhh...!
ADANA. Ahhh...!
MOTHER. No...
He slows down his movements, depositing the semen in his sister's vagina, but his grunt doesn't last only a few seconds, he reduces the amount of movements, he lowers the volume of the clicks, of the intense sex of two teenagers. An eternity passes while the boy finishes depositing the milk, she does not remember her husband releasing so much liquid, it was an impressive amount. She saw it and did not believe it, she was watching her son with his legs stretched out ejaculating on his twin sister, it was something impressive to see, it was terrifying. Less than thirty seconds pass and the son withdraws from his sister's vagina, a copious amount of seminal fluid comes out along with his flaccid penis, staining the girl's swollen vulva, running through the incipient hairs and running down her perineum and into her hairless anus. At her side the boy falls limp with his soaked penis, he sleeps, unconscious, lies down and rests, the girl breathes calmly, her chest bare and small compared to his, something in her face looks strange, also in her son. It was something strange, they were there, but none of those present reacted, she walks around the room, she smells of hard sex, she saw them there, almost dead, she hears her husband enter through the front door, she gets scared, she quickly cleans her children, she covers the boy and covers the young girl, her blood and semen soaked her pussy, she passes her handkerchief, cleaning everything. She breathes, her husband enters the room, sees them sleeping and questions himself.
FATHER. Weren't they awake?
MOTHER. Looks like it was just a bad dream.
FATHER. I'm getting fed up with that boy, if he doesn't wake up in a few days I'm going to hit him hard.
Days go by again, the mother attends to the little ones, she can't help thinking about her children having sex with each other, she had seen that before, in her brothers, her older brother when he was sixteen met a neighbor who was only ten years old and did all kinds of evil things to her, she remembered her neighbor having anal sex with her aunt, she remembered her younger sister putting her brother's penis in her mouth when they were children. She remembered some things, some games, but what she had seen here was something completely different. The nerves were with her, she felt strange, she wanted to talk to someone to tell other people, but this seemed something practically impossible. They lived in a distant community, they were farmers, they delivered their harvest to the distant characters who showed up from time to time to buy the foods planted and harvested by these farmers. Her father had a way of seeing the world, it was logical, she and her sisters would be sent to the home of a man of high age to marry and have many children. However, only two would be delivered by her womb at first. Two twins, here they lay in bed. She saw them sleeping and was moved, only two children delivered to her husband the first years, nothing more, although they fucked from time to time, but he was not that good at it, with time they will have more children, now they are 4 and 6 years old, the father is in charge of teaching them things of the field while the mother does household chores. It was tiring, but now he would also have to take care of the older children, as the sperm giver was too busy with banging and drinking.
She wipes her tears, thinking of her children as the victims of an atypical evil made her too nervous, she could not bear it too much. She wipes the traces of sex from her children who eventually recover, obviously they do not remember anything of what happened, they were just waking up, they had no mind for anything. She walks, looks at her husband as he teaches the children how to do chores, she would not want this for her children, she wants something different, something superior, she wants to go beyond. She pulls herself together, thinking of her strange ideas, of escaping, of making a life with her own. Cooking for herself, not putting up with her old husband and his mean attitude and the inclement nature of the countryside. She looks and serenades herself, they are outside, her other relatives, in the big cities, so nothing else can happen.
MOTHER. No, not again.
She runs into the room and sees them again, her children fucking as if they had nothing better to do, she didn't understand it, it was unnatural. She watched as they raised and lowered their sexes, she watched them giving each other their juices, she watched them, for the second time they were doing it, it was something atypical, he felt he had to do something, but he couldn't think what. She watched them surrender to pleasure, moaning, screaming, this time her father and brothers were too far away, they did not hear them, so she decided to wait and try to think of some logical explanation, she could not find it, her sons were having sex and did not seem to be aware of what they were doing, they did not remember anything of everything they did in the mornings. She is indignant, she thinks about what will happen when they wake up, when they really wake up, they will have no possible explanation to justify this, to say that they were in some strange reverie was not something they could say to disguise the current events. She could find nothing more to say. She stretches, ends the show in front of her, something like this, it was about to end, as the boy ejaculated for almost thirty seconds in his sister's vagina, every day, it was already the last straw all this. The good mother waits, waiting for her boy to water all the seed inside her little girl. The woman breathes calmly as the lower and lower moans of the two gradually end, peeling off after a short while and releasing the thick cream into both the uterus and vulva of the little lady. She withdraws after cleaning up all the mess of fluids and liquids released by both of them during the unconscious intercourse. She withdraws thinking about what her husband would say, what the neighbors would say, what they would say if they found out about these perverse attitudes. She feels a great shudder about it.
However, the days continued to pass, the children continued to play, they continued to fuck, they did it in the mornings when no one was listening, they did it when they woke up, sure that they could give free rein to their uncontrolled impulses. They did it when no one heard, no one except their mother who piously stood by, waiting for the innocent children to finish their sexual tasks. She stood there, watching as they both set about the difficult task of perpetuating the species, ready for whatever comes after an involuntary insemination, did they even know what they were doing, how would they know, these children don't seem to care about anything and don't seem to be in the mood to think about the possibilities of it all. They went on with their activity, every day, their mother watched so that no one would interrupt them, sometimes she wanted to say something to stop them, but the children did not stop doing their own thing. They were not aware of what was going on around them, they were not aware of anything, not even of what they were doing, they had no idea what they were doing with their genitals.
At night the mother thought about what they were doing, why they had become depraved, what was the real reason for these lustful actions. She tries to calm down, although it is complicated, she wants to know the truth, to talk about this with someone but she knows that others would say lapidary phrases, this area did not seem friendly to people who wanted support but were strangers, she was. Her father had sold her, it had been many years ago, when he gave her to her current husband after a long time of negotiation, some cows and a few hectares were given. After this the deal was made, she went with an older man who penetrated her every day for the first few years, then almost always after birth the first three and some months after the fourth. Now he wasn't doing anything to her, which is why she had to satisfy herself, not constantly, she wasn't one of those depraved women, but she still felt the urge to stick a finger or a little tubercle in to have some fun right now. She breathed, she felt agitated every time she had to watch her little sleepwalkers, she was ecstatic, surprised by what was now happening in her life, she could not believe the current course of her marriage, not only had she been abandoned in bed by her husband, who was now insulting her and beating her. It was no longer something she could bear too much, so she just had to wait there for her children to finish fornicating so hard, so intensely.
It seemed like an ordinary day in her current routine, the boys there going about their business. She watched and unintentionally wet her undergarments, she was unintentionally excited to see this spectacle. So focused was she on watching her children that she had not heard her husband enter, so libidinous was she feeling that she could not deduce the footsteps of another human being approaching. So aroused was she that she was unable to react to her husband dropping the sacks of rice and traveling to the door to grab her wolf blunderbuss and prepare for the one fucking in her children's bed. The mother of the family trembles, she is desperate to cover, to block the door of the room, her other children say something to the father but he does not respond, he is determined to exercise justice, the lady turns her eyes to the young people who are not listening to anything of what is currently happening. The chills seem to want to start the journey in her body, she tries to calm down, the husband appears with the gun shouting and saying incoherent things while the moans of the girl now increase. The mother screams something, the father notices that she protects them, she protects the attacker of his little girl, because of this he pushes her, he points the fox-killer at her, she recoils with a grimace of despair and crying, she complains, screams.
LITTLE BROTHER. Daddy.
LITTLE SISTER. Daddy, he's going to kill a fox.
MOTHER. No, please don't.
FATHER. I'll kill the demon that's attacking my little girl, I'll do it now, stand down!
EVELIUS. Ahhh... ahhh....
ADANA. Ahhhhhhhh... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh....
MOTHER. Please, he is your son.
FATHER. Die, you bad bastard.
He points the gun until he realizes that the being on his daughter releases his masculine essence inside her, he deposits the liquid inside her, impregnating her, it takes five, ten, fifteen seconds. The very manly man remains as static as the mother before the spectacle, a boy of that complexion releasing that amount of milk, it was something unnatural, the mother enjoys again before the spectacle, the movements of hips of the boys, her interior gets wet, the father sees the vulva receiving a small piece of flesh that was something bigger than what he remembered that the young boys of that age had. He notes. The woman wakes up from her reverie when she hears her little son say something, she gets nervous and grabs her man by the arm, the male shoots, the bullet that effective was at close range, it cuts the clothes, table, a part of the male cot and the lamp in the room, but it does not reach the target, the mother took care of that, the guy turns and hits her with the back of the gun, the woman falls. Now if the father of the family has the possibility to give a second shot, but he has to load, he considers using a stick, maybe something blunt to kill the guy, but he doesn't have what, he looks around and sees a woman with part of her clothes wet, especially the inner part of her clothes.
EVELIUS. Ahhh... ahhh....
ADANA. Ahh... ahhhhhhh....
FATHER. I should disown you...
MOTHER. They are your little ones, no...
And that's when he realizes, he turns around, maybe half a minute has passed, maybe a full one, his son comes out of his sister's vagina, yes, his own sister's, his daughter's, and he lies on his side, taking a deep breath. Now he understands, the dad sees his naked girl and checks his wife's words with his eyes, understanding why she refused to let him shoot. He breaks down, his son penetrating his sister, this one with her naked body showing her vulva with scarce hairs and abundant milk, with a smile on her face looking at nothing, his son with the small member deflating from the effect of what happened, showing its brilliance, fruit of the incest, of the crossings between the juices of his cum and the orgasms demonstrated by the little daughter. He holds his gun and retreats to the pantry to get some old liquor, or so he thinks, and proceeds to drink it as he considers his plans for the future. The younger children continue their games around oblivious to everything, this was for the best. The mother retires to her bed, thinking about what has just happened, she trembles, she knows what her husband is capable of doing and is a little afraid. She tries to calm down, but she knows she can't, she looks at her dress, down there it was slightly damp, she had cum exaggeratedly, but when had she ever done anything like that? Never. Neither with her husband nor thinking about her childhood sweetheart. She feels ashamed and she should, now she had been exposed to her husband, both in her sex and in covering up for her little ones in this wicked and wrong situation.
For his part, the husband drinks from his bottle, determined, he already knows what he has to do, he will not stop because of his affection for his wife, because she knows that this is a serious offense, he will do what he has to do and he will surely have the support of his neighbors, maybe even of his pretty and demure wife, if she wants, of course, to ingratiate herself with him after what she did. He takes his rifle and some loaves of bread along with some meat he had stored, gathers some luggage and decides to leave, not forever, for this is his property, but for a while to clear his mind, to be able to find his way and go back to being a good man, as they all are in his family, as he is a true son of his people, worthy and believers of goodness. Weeks go by while the father of the family is reunited with his friend, a former training and hunting partner, they talk about the children, about the family, waiting for a new life, he never says what happened, he maintains the dignity of his family and good manners, he is not one of those. What he does comment is that it would be good for his son to learn about the true trades of men, to train to become a good person, the friend listens to him, he considers that the children should now learn things from the family before going to that kind of training. The father of the family listens calmly but comes to the conclusion that the best thing for his sons is for the boys to go to training like the men before, to participate in life once and for all before it is too late and then return home with all those experiences to try to form their respective families and their own lives. The friend suggests that it is better to let the young men live a little of their youth and childhood and that maybe after 16, maybe 18 it would be better to send them away so they can become real men and not now, not when he can still help him with the crops and can teach a couple of things to his younger sons, before they grow up and can now replace the eldest son when he goes away. The father thinks about it for a while, thinking about his son, about everything he taught him, about the classes for sowing and harvesting, when he walked his first steps, when he was able to teach him to speak, all the events they both lived from birth until the end of puberty. He remembers, he feels something inside, almost relieving him, but then he becomes himself again and really understands what he must do, he pulls himself together and recovers his thought, his initial idea. He looks at his friend with determination and tries to say the sentence as firmly as possible, he tells his friend that his son has already been through different things as a child and that now that he wants to be a man, a real man he must hand him over to the legion of resistance, to fight against the janissary and thus make a name for himself, or else gain some honor among all the perversion seen in the villages of the geographical area where he and all his family have been forced to live.