Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Dear Little Brother,
Oh little brother. I figured I'd make you feel extra special with your favorite meal on your birthday. Of course I'm going to let you take your first bite before I reveal to you all the very special ingredients I added, just for you.
It's your favorite; Chicken Parmesan. Well, I prefer calling it Chicken Shit Parm. And yes, I will so relish in watching you eat your only, yet favourite, sisters shit.
You're such a disgusting piece of shit that I figured eating shit is just perfect for you. It's what you deserve. You don't deserve anything better. You're such a big nerd, you have to eat my shit. How are you going to explain to mom and dad why your breath smells so bad? You fucking disgust me. And you disgust mom so much too.
This isn't even the first time I do this to you. Haven't you ever noticed how after you shower you smell like disgusting piss and shit? Of course you don't, you're so fucking stupid. Anyways, it's because me and my girlfriend's take turns pissing in your shampoo. We shove the bottle right up to our dirty, unwashed vaginas and piss right in the bottle. Once I even added a log of shit to your bottle. Good thing you buy the value bottles, because it was a huge piece of shit too. It was about a pound, and it didn't even fit in the opening of the bottle. I had to shove it all in afterwards.
It was thrilling. I just had to do more, and as you know I've also recently gotten interested in soapmaking. You've noticed, and I even gave you your very own, personal shit soap to use. I learned how to make my shit gelatinous enough that it stays solid and doesn't melt. "Oh little brother, it's all natural and soo good for your skin. Use it, trust me, you'll be glowing after one use!" It's so much fun, it's hilarious to see you leave the bathroom with no clue. We all laugh so hard we piss ourselves!
Mom and I have been messing with your food and drinks since you were a kid. You were such a young age but we just couldn't stand hearing you talk anymore. This one time, you were so young, but you were crying at McDonald's. "Mom I want a milkshake!" That's when we both started slow and it built up from there. I mean it was just us spitting in your shake that first time but we loved it so much that we bonded over the way we couldn't stand you and how doing nasty things to you actually put smiles on both on faces. And from there we just couldn't stop. Every chance we get we mess with you, with your food, your computer, your clothes, your room, everything.
You're so stupid, you don't even realize that the extra chunks in your ice cream isn't chocolate. That's my shit! Everytime I have a nice, soft shit I save it. I put in it a cooler to save until you get a new tub of ice cream and I'm gracious enough to let you have your first bowl shit-free. Then I mix my soft, chunky shit in that favourite ice cream of yours for you to enjoy every night while you play your stupid games, or read your disgusting, nerdy comic books. Which, by the way, I've also used to wipe my ass with. It's amazing how you never notice the long length of time it takes you to get through each tub of ice cream. I add so much shit, the tub of shitty ice cream must weigh double the weight it should. And you eat every last drop! Like the disgusting, pathetic pig you are.
One time, me and mom ate spicy food all week. A lot of taco bell. We had a cooler full of our shit combined that we saved up for 4 days. There were at least 10 loads of shit in there. Each one was bigger than the last. It must've weighed a good 15 pounds. The cooler was practically overflowing, we had to get a second one! Mom actually threw up once opening one of the coolers to add her shit. At least she threw up into the cooler! Haha it was funny.. we laughed so hard on how bad our shit and vomit stunk. There was a little bit of blood in it too from how hot and huge it came out of my ass. Well we mixed 2lbs of it up with ground beef. Went overkill with spices so you can't smell our shit. The red bits from my blood looked like red pepper flakes, and I'm sure added some nice extra flavour for you. That meatloaf was so dense, and chunky with our shit it must've weighed 5lbs. You looked like you were going to vomit with every bite you took. I knew you were a big liar, you disgusting piece of shit. You really believed us when we said the chunks were just extra bread crumbs we used. You're so dumb, and just plain oblivious.
Remember that cake mom made you randomly? It wasn't because she loves you, that's for sure! It was just another way to torture you, for being such a pathetic piece of shit. Mom had some girlfriend's over, and some coworkers too. They all got a bit drunk and they went along with mom's idea. So all 10 women were in the kitchen squatting over bowls, shitting out pounds and pounds of shit, and pissing gallons together. It was actually a bonding moment for them all. Then they made you that special, huge pound cake with over 13 pounds of shit. Every single pound went into the cake. It was so chunky, and thick with shit, it was so funny when you were like "some of these chocolate chunks are tasting a little off." Of course they were, it was shit dumbass! But you believed us when we told you we used a new type of organic dark chocolate.