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 Title: The Break of Dawn Ch.  02
Summary: Travis and Dawn spend Christmas together.
Keywords: inc,fic
   U2 woke me up as I lazed by my sister in the hotel bed.
   I reached over to the nightstand and picked it up.
   "Yeah?"
   "Where the hell are you?" mom asked, obviously irritated.
   "I fell back to sleep."
   "You said you were leaving within the hour!  That was an hour and a half
ago!"
   Shit!  I thought.  I did tell her that.
   "Oh, man, mom, I'm sorry!  I did say that.  I got us some breakfast and
Dawn was still asleep, so we ate and talked and I just forgot."
   She sighed, "It's all right, I'm just worried is all.  I was expecting
you home and wanted to see where you were.  I'm sorry I overreacted."
   "No, mom.  I told you I was leaving and I didn't do what I told you I
would.  I'm getting Dawn up and we'll leave in just a few minutes, I
promise."
   "Okay, thank you.  Just be careful.  The accident's clear and I think
you'll be okay on the bridge, but don't rush, okay?"
   "I promise, mom.  We'll see you in a little while."
   I hung up and woke up my sister.  I explained everything and we quickly
brushed our teeth and got dressed, stuffing our new bathing suits and my
cum-stained t-shirt into the plastic laundry bag the hotel provided.  The
ride home was uneventful and Dawn didn't look quite as nervous going over
the bridge.
   "You look a little calmer on the bridge today," I smiled.
   She smiled back at me.  "Now if we go over I at least know I can float."
   "Yes, you can."
   She reached over and held my hand as she looked out the window at the
water, which now had a thin layer of ice hugging the shoreline.
   When I pulled into the driveway I noticed the rock salt scattered over
it and the sidewalk leading into the house.  Dad had been hard at work last
night, making sure they could get out today.  Mom greeted us as we walked
into the living room.  "Thank god you're home," she said, hugging us
tightly.  "I was worried about you."
   "I know, mom, but thank you for letting us stay overnight and for not
being so mad at me this morning."
   "Did you have a nice night at the hotel?"
   "We had a great time," Dawn said.  "Travis taught me how to swim a
little bit and then we mostly watched HBO in the hotel."
   "He taught you to swim?" Mom looked surprised.
   "Well, I taught her to float," I corrected.
   "And to breathe in the water and to doggy paddle," laughed Dawn. 
"Anyway, I can move in the water and float, so that's a start." She sounded
genuinely proud.
   "Good," mom nodded.  "Wait.  What did you wear?"
   "Oh," Dawn said, rolling her eyes.  "Well, the store had a low clearance
on summer stuff, so we paid like fifteen dollars for two bathing suits so
we could swim.  The only problem is that they're really tiny.  But I
thought since it was just us, that would be okay."
   "How tiny?" asked mom suspiciously.
   "She got a decent bikini, and I wore racing trunks."
   "That's practically naked!" cried mom.
   "Mom," sighed Dawn, "It's not like we're going to wear them around
everywhere.  You know we don't swim much and it was just because he wanted
to teach me and that's all they had left.  There's a good chance we'll
never wear them again anyway," she shrugged.
   "I guess you didn't really take them with you, so that makes sense. 
Well, I'm glad you had a good time and I'm even happier that you're home
now." She kissed us both on the cheek and then said she needed to finish
getting ready for the party since Dad was going in to work late due to the
weather, and she was riding in with him.
   "I guess we need to clean up and change, huh?" asked Dawn.
   "Definitely," I said.  "And we need to do something with that file."
   My sister blushed and smiled.  "I'll make sure it's taken care of." As
she turned to walk upstairs I watched her ass in those jeans.  About
halfway up the stairs, she turned to look at me, catching me looking.  "I
thought so," she giggled, shaking her head before turning to continue up
the stairs.
   Less than an hour later I was back downstairs, freshly showered and in
my winter lazy clothes: lounge pants and sweatshirt.  Dawn came down
wearing something similar, but her ass jiggled in the loose fabric and it
looked like she wasn't wearing a bra.  Mom and dad were going over the
plans and reminding me of the rules, when Dawn came in.
   "Yes, sir.  We won't go anywhere," I agreed.
   "Can we order a pizza?" asked Dawn, "And maybe watch some pay per view?"
   "I don't see why not," mom agreed, looking at dad, who nodded his
assent.
   A few minutes later they were backing out of the driveway, dressed for
dad's office party.  Dawn turned to me and smiled.  "Why don't you make a
fire?  I'm going to see if there's anything good on pay per view."
   "Sounds good to me."
   Dawn walked past and kissed me on the lips on her way to the sofa.  She
plopped down and opened her laptop.  As I worked to get a fire going, Dawn
visited the pizza shop's website for online ordering, crafted a pizza,
boneless wings and a drink for us, and placed the order.  "Done," she said,
but continued to poke around online.
   "I thought you were going to look at on-demand for a movie," I said,
walking toward her as the fire crackled and built up behind me.
   She quickly closed her laptop.  "I am," she said, "But I was looking for
Christmas ideas."
   "Oh, yeah?" I asked.  "Anything for me?"
   "I have some ideas," she said with a wink before picking up the remote
control and scanning through the movie offerings.  I plopped down beside
her and she settled into me, still looking for something to watch.  We
finally decided on a superhero blockbuster first, and then looked for a
couple more movies for later.  The other two were horror movies, which we
both loved, especially the truly creepy ones as opposed to the ones that
were pure gore.
   We talked more as we waited for the pizza.  I asked her what she wanted
for Christmas and she sighed in exasperation.
   "You always ask me that," she said.
   "I never know what to get you."
   "You know me better than anyone else and you act like I'm so hard to buy
for."
   "That's only because you are," I snickered.
   "After last night, I would hope you would have some ideas."
   "Oh, I have ideas," I said, "But I don't know what to get you in front
of mom and dad."
   "You know what music and writers I like, you know where I like to eat,
and you know where I like to shop.  My fashion taste isn't expensive or
complicated.  Just get me something you think I would like.  You always do
good with your presents."
   "I guess," I shrugged.
   "So, do you have any ideas for private gifts?" Her eyes had a flirty
look as she gazed up at me.
   "I'm beginning to think of some."
   "Like what?"
   "Oh, no way I'm telling you that," I laughed.  "You get so competitive
with gifts."
   She bolted upright.  "I do not!" she defended.
   "Yeah, right!  You will go out on Christmas Eve to the gas station to
get a five-dollar coffee card so that you give one more gift than me!  And
then you act this weird mix of saintly and dejected, looking to see if
there's one more gift for you.  It makes me feel like shit."
   "Really?" she asked, softening.
   "A little."
   "I'm sorry.  I never meant to make you feel bad."
   "It's fine, I guess.  I just don't count gifts.  I get what I think you
will like and hope I did okay.  You don't even have to get me anything; I
just want you to be happy.  That's why I always ask what to get you."
   "Aww, Trav." She hugged me tightly.  "You always do so good with your
presents." She sat back a little.  "I promise I won't play those games with
you anymore.  I will just get you what I think you will like and hope
you're happy with them.  No last minute shopping to have more than you.  I
promise."
   I nodded.  "Okay.  I appreciate that.  I want us just to enjoy our
Christmases."
   "Me, too," she said, settling into me again.
   Right about then the doorbell rang and Dawn squealed excitedly, jumping
up to answer the door.  I went into the kitchen to get plates and glasses
and Dawn came in a minute later with our meal.  I was starved and it
smelled amazing.  I poured the drinks and my sister divided up the wings,
giving me five and her three, and placing two slices of pizza and a cup of
the cheese sauce on each plate.  I followed her back to the living room and
we set our plates on the coffee table as Dawn settled in and started the
movie.  I stoked the fire and turned off the lights so that the only light
came from the television, the fire, and the dark gray sky peeking through
the blinds.  I sat at the end of the couch and Dawn sat at the other end,
each of us reclining against the arms with our feet touching in the middle.
   We, of course, commented during the movie as we ate.  I refilled our
drinks at one point and grabbed another slice of pizza for me, Dawn
declining my offer to get her some more.  A little more than halfway
through the movie, she sat up and pulled the back cushion out, tossing it
on the floor.  She did the same with the middle cushion, then scooted
forward and patted the couch behind her as she smiled at me.  I pulled out
the cushion behind me and lay down behind Dawn, spooning her with my arm
around her waist.  She pulled the quilt out from under the coffee table and
draped it over us, warming us up and making our time a little more cozy.
   Too cozy.  I was asleep in minutes, worn down from last night.
   I missed the last half hour of the movie, but that was fine because we
had it for 24 hours and we could watch it later.  When I awakened I noticed
quickly that Dawn was asleep as well.  She looked so peaceful sleeping. 
She was still pressed against me, so apparently my erection hadn't awakened
her.  I moved to sit up so I could climb over her and throw another log on
the fire.  I had just begun to climb over her legs when she mumbled
sleepily.
   "Where are you going?"
   "To put another log on the fire."
   "Don't," she said, gripping my thigh.  "I have my own fire that needs
tending to." She still looked and sounded sleepy, but coherent.
   "I'll be right back," I promised.  I kissed her forehead and quickly
added two logs to the fire.  As soon as I got back I took my original place
and my returning erection poked at her butt.
   She giggled.  "I see you brought your iron poker with you."
   "You said you needed me to take care of your fire."
   "Mm-hmm." She pressed her hips back against me.  "I do." I slid my hand
up under her shirt and cupped her bare tit, bringing a sighing moan.  She
reached back behind her hips and squeezed my shaft.  Her hand was warm and
she fished my cock out through the fly of my lounge pants.  She moaned as
she stroked it while I continued to play with her breasts.  She looked over
her shoulder at me.  "You know I'm not wearing any panties."
   "I didn't think so," I said with a wry smile.
   "You didn't?  Why?"
   "Because I watched your ass when you walked in this morning."
   "Oh, yeah?  And you could tell just from looking?"
   "I wasn't sure, but yeah." She continued to caress my shaft and balls.
"I watched it jiggle as you walked."
   "Was that okay?" she asked.  I knew she was still self-conscious about
it.
   "It's amazing," I whispered.  "It reminded me of the way it moved when
my hips slammed into it last night."
   "Mmmm." She closed her eyes.  "I can't tell you how happy it makes me
that you like my ass."
   "Oh, god, I do.  I love it.  I love the way it looks, the way it moves.
I love how it feels in my hands when I squeeze it and rub it.  I love when
I pound into you and I slap against it.  And I love being inside it, buried
all the way in as it grips me." I throbbed in her hand as I described it.
   "Oh, god," she whispered, her hips flinching.  "That's so hot.  If I
wasn't so sore, I would tell you to put your dick in my ass right now." She
let go of me and pushed her pants down over her hips.  "But my pussy isn't
sore." She pulled my cock down to her pussy and thrust against it,
lubricating the head and shaft as she moved against me.  She directed my
head into her and I pushed quickly, burying the first half into her, unable
to continue because of our angle.  The sensitive head and upper shaft were
getting massaged as I pressed and pulled gently, bringing heavy breaths and
moans from both of us.
   I felt her fingertips brush against the underside of my shaft as she
masturbated her clit while my own fingertips pinched and pulled on her
nipples.  Dawn's hips were rolling against me now, massaging me with her
vaginal walls.  I could smell her excitement as the scent escaped the space
beneath the quilt and it only served to increase my own excitement.  I
edged closer and closer to my release and called out to her.  "Come on my
ass," she whimpered.
   A few more thrusts and I pulled out before sliding my wet rod along her
crack.  I splattered long, heavy streams onto her shirt and streaked the
skin of her lower back before the dribbles ran over her cheek toward the
couch.  I quickly grabbed a couple of napkins off the table and pressed it
onto her skin to catch the mess before it created a spot I couldn't explain
on the couch.  I helped her clean up her skin and then she stripped off her
shirt and pants completely.  She commented that I now had too many clothes
on and I followed her example so that we were once again completely naked.
I lay on my back and again drifted off with my sister now half on top of
me, her arm around my ribs.  Covered by the quilt, warmed by the fire and
each other, I was quickly sleeping.
   When I awakened the room was almost completely dark as it was early
evening and the storm had settled in.  The fire was roaring and the
television was once again on the on-demand menu.  The biggest surprise,
however, was the mouth on my cock.  Dawn looked up at me, smiling around my
girth the best she could, and waved at me with wiggling fingers.  She
withdrew with a wet pop.  "I'm glad you're awake now.  I couldn't wait
anymore.  I had to suck your dick." She thrust down onto me until only an
inch or so remained exposed.  "Mmm," she moaned as she worked her mouth and
tongue over me, her hand cupping and pulling on my balls.  She lowered her
mouth and took one in before releasing it and taking the other.  She
quickly licked up the shaft and buried me into her mouth again.
   It was incredible!  "That's amazing," I groaned.
   "Prove it," she challenged.  "Come in your sister's mouth so she can
taste you." She went to work, furiously sucking and licking and stroking.
   "I usually come better with a pussy in my face."
   "Yay!" she giggled, quickly turning around and straddling my face on the
couch.  One knee was on the couch, but she supported herself on the floor,
her foot flat on the hardwood, her knee bent to keep her pussy up against
my face.  I immediately gripped her ass and pulled her down against my
mouth, where I licked at her with abandon.  "OH!  And I come better with a
finger in my ass," she teased, looking over her shoulder at me.
   I put a finger in her pussy to get it wet, then pressed it slowly into
her sphincter.  It gripped me tightly, but she moaned out her pleasure and
returned to her task of bringing me off with her mouth.
   For the next few minutes we each sought to please the other.  I could
feel the buildup in my groin, the fire in my stomach and thighs focusing.
Dawn approached her third orgasm quickly and I didn't want to leave her
hanging, so I buried my finger in her ass and sucked on her clit.  Her
pelvis convulsed on my mouth, her ass jiggling gently above me, and she
wailed around my shaft in her mouth.
   "Fuck!" I grunted and fired into Dawn's mouth.  She didn't hesitate to
swallow everything, even as she rode out her own orgasm and tried to catch
her breath.  She felt great and slid her pussy along my mouth as she licked
my cock clean.  Easing off of me, she turned around and smiled.
   "That was delicious," she said quietly.  She reached for her shirt and
handed it to me to clean my face.  As she sat there on the edge of the
couch at my hip, I again realized how truly gorgeous she was.  Her black
hair was a mess, her blue eyes bright, her pink lips casually sexy.  I
loved her little pink nipples on her alabaster breasts and the dark patch
of hair covering her bright pink pussy.  "I'll get us something to drink,"
she said, standing from the couch.  I watched her ass move as she walked
away and again she looked over her shoulder and smiled.  I couldn't help
but smile back.
   Two hours later we were still naked, under the quilt and on our second
mixed margaritas.  The horror writer on the screen had come to firmly
believe that the supernatural fiction he wrote may not be so fictitious
after all, what with the eerie events directing both his beliefs and his
writing.  The movie actually held our attention and it kept my sister
curled up against me as we watched, which is always a bonus as far as I'm
concerned.
   It was still pretty early when the movie ended, even though it seemed
much later, between the weather and the early darkness of a winter evening.
Dawn's phone rang on the end table and she reached over to pick it up. 
"It's mom," she said before answering.  "Hey, mom."
   "Hi, honey." Mom was on speaker.  "Just checking in." She sounded she
had had a little too much to drink.  We heard dad in the background
whispering something to her and mom giggled, saying, "Stop it, the kids are
on the phone."
   "Mom?" giggled Dawn.  "Is everything all right?" She looked at me with a
smile and I made a blowjob motion with my hand, thrusting my tongue into my
cheek.  Dawn covered her mouth to keep from laughing.
   "Your father is just getting impatient," she giggled.  "Stop it!"
   We heard dad say quietly, "Come on, you've been teasing me all night. 
I'm about to blow right now!"
   Mom giggled and we heard a light slap.  "As I was saying, I'm just
checking in.  Is everything okay there?"
   "Yes, ma'am, we had a pizza and watched a couple of movies, and Travis
made a fire, so we're good.  Just hanging out."
   "Good.  If you need anything, don't hesitate to call, okay?"
   "I wouldn't expect a call.  We'd hate to interrupt something." Dawn
winked at me, especially when mom gasped and giggled.
   "Dawn!  You shouldn't talk that way!"
   "Oh, come on, mom, we're not kids anymore and dad's being pretty obvious
right now.  Turn your phone off and have a good time.  We'll see you
tomorrow."
   "Okay," she giggled.  "We'll see you tomorrow, then.  Bye, sweetie."
   "Bye, mom." Dawn disconnected and slapped me with a laugh.  "You almost
got me busted!"
   "I didn't do anything!" I laughed.  "You're the one who told mom that
you knew they were going to screw."
   "So?  We're all adults."
   "Yeah, which is why mom calls to check on us after only being gone a few
hours.  She doesn't see us as adults.  She would probably deny that we even
know how babies are made," I laughed.
   "If she only knew," Dawn said with a wink.
   "If only," I answered, moving toward her.  I kissed up her legs and she
reclined on the couch with a grin, biting her bottom lip.
   "If only she knew how much her son liked to eat her daughter's pussy,"
she said quietly.
   I replied, "If only she knew how much her son liked her daughter's ass."
I continued to kiss up her legs, now to the thigh just above the inside of
the knee.
   "If only she knew how her son's big dick filled her daughter's pussy."
   "And ass," I added between kisses.
   "And ass," she sighed, tilting her head back as I swiped at her pussy
with the flat of my tongue.  I gripped her ass with both hands and squeezed
as I ate her slowly and sensuously.  I varied my movements to keep her
guessing and even rimmed her asshole in the process.  I would bury my
tongue in her, swirl it around and thrust it, then trace up to her clit,
where I flicked it with my tongue and sucked on it, pulling it into my
mouth, where I continued my lingual assault.  As I focused on her pleasure,
I noticed that she was doing her part as well, squeezing and pulling on her
breasts and strumming her clit when my tongue wasn't on it.  After a few
minutes, Dawn's release hit, bringing a hoarse squeal from her, but I
didn't stop.  I continued with her through three more orgasms before she
collapsed onto the sofa and closed her legs, pushing me away.
   "Man, I'm so relaxed," she said as she tried to catch her breath.  "Must
be the margaritas."
   "You do make a great margarita," I said, handing her one before I picked
up mine and we both sipped on them.
   "I'm a little buzzed," she giggled.  "I never told you that drinking
makes me horny, did I?"
   "No, you've never mentioned that."
   "Well, it does." She set her drink on the end table as she reached for
me with the other hand.  I lay on top of her and we kissed.  Her arms
wrapped around me and she caressed my back and butt while I supported
myself on one elbow, my other hand wandering from her hip to her face,
sometimes groping her ass or breast.  "I love your touch," she whispered,
running her tongue along my ear.
   "Dammit, Dawn," I groaned.  Her legs came up and wrapped around me, the
soles of her feet caressing my calves.
   "I need you inside me again," whispering in my ear.  "And I want to
trust my birth control.  I need to feel you come in me." I twitched and
moaned at the thought.  I pulled my head back to look into her pale blue
eyes and they looked at me with a gentle look of adoration.  I could only
imagine that she saw the same thing in mine, because that's exactly how I
felt at that moment.
   I pressed forward and my head quickly found the wet lips of my sister's
hot velvety love.  She arched her eyebrows in pleasant anticipation and we
gazed into each other's eyes as I entered her smoothly.  "Dawn," I groaned.
   "Oh, Trav.  You feel so good." She rolled her hips gently as I began to
stroke in and out of my beautiful twin.  Our breath mingled as we kissed
passionately, romantically, longing for each other.  We made love in
silence, the only noises being the crackle of the fire, our breathing and
the occasional whispered word of love or arousal.  After a few minutes,
Dawn pulled my head down and I kissed and nibbled her neck and collarbone.
"Do you think mom and dad are doing this right now, too?"
   I groaned at her question.  I paused to answer her question before
resuming my kisses.  "Probably."
   "I wonder if mom is enjoying it as much as I am.  You're a perfect fit
for me."
   "I don't know," I groaned.  "They've been together a long time." I
pulled back to look at her as I continued to make love to her.  "But they
aren't twins.  I don't think I will ever have with anyone else, what I have
with you."
   She stroked my cheek.  "Me, neither.  I love you, Trav."
   "I love you, Dawn."
   "Oh, god," she moaned as I picked up the pace.  "Do it, Travis.  Give me
everything you have."
   "I will," I grunted.  "I can't wait much longer."
   "Don't!  Oh, god, I'm coming!" she whined, her hand squeezing my
shoulder while her other hand worked her clit.  "Travis!"
   The fire in my groin ejected out of me like a roman candle.  "AAHH!" I
grunted with each pulse of my fiery seed into my sister.  I was buried as
deep as I could go in her.  The bottom of my cockhead rolled over her
cervix as I exploded over and over into her pulsing pussy.  Dawn was
silent, saying nothing, making no sound, but pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
around my shaft.
   The flashing lights behind my eyelids finally died down and I lay, tired
and thrilled, atop my sister.
   "Oh, my god," she giggled, wrapping me in her arms and legs.  "That was
amazing!  I could feel you pulse and shoot inside me!  I want more!  I want
you to come in my pussy when we make love!"
   I pushed up off of her.  "Are you serious?" I loved the thought of it.
   She nodded briskly.  "Mm-hmm!  Well, sometimes I want to see it and feel
it on me, but I want you to be able to let go without worrying about
pulling out.  That was so hot!" She pulled me down to hug and to kiss me
again.  I loved being with her this way.  After a minute, she said, "Come
on, let's go use mom and dad's tub."
   She pushed against me and I lifted off of her, pulling out and getting
to my feet.  She giggled as she stood.  "I can feel you leaking out of me.
It's running down my leg." I looked as she spread her legs a little and
sure enough, my thinning seed trickled down her inner thigh.  She quickly
called me to follow her upstairs, where I soon found myself in our parents'
soaker tub, my sister nestled against my chest.  We talked and kissed as
she leaned back against me.  After the bath we cleaned up downstairs and I
closed the screen on the fireplace before we retired to bed, this time both
of us in her room.  We didn't make love again that night, but the next
morning we got in one more romp before we cleaned up, expecting our parents
home by lunch.
   "How did you know?!" dad exclaimed, laughing as he looked at the box
containing a golf GPS.
   "Are you kidding me?" laughed mom.  "You've pointed it out three times
this year, at least!"
   "I know," he shrugged with a smile.  "Thank you, darlin'." He stood up
from the floor where he had been playing Santa, distributing the rotation
of gifts.  Each of us had our haul stacked beside us and Dawn and I were
even with each other, just like we had agreed.  While it was not late into
the night, our Christmas Eve tradition kept us busy in the evening, with
eating, reading "The Night Before Christmas", opening presents, and
examining what we got.  We knew it wouldn't be long before mom would clean
the kitchen and then she and dad would retire to their room, where they
exchanged private gifts.
   When we were kids, they would put us to bed after opening gifts, then
stay in their room for a couple of hours to make sure we were asleep, then
go back downstairs.  The next morning, Santa had come and Dawn and I would
spend the day playing with our toys.  The rule was that Santa would come
until (a) we stopped believing in him, (b) we got married, or (c) we moved
out.  Dawn and I went to them when we were seventeen and told them it was
okay not to have Santa visit anymore.  We all knew that we had stopped
believing a long time ago, but we knew that if we said anything, that it
would cut our gifts by a good bit.  As we got older, our taste in gifts
became more expensive (electronics, etc.) or selective (getting gift cards
to get what we wanted).  As a result, Christmas morning no longer found our
living room filled with Hot Wheels tracks and Legos, and our day got
started much later.
   Dawn and I offered to clean the kitchen and to put the food away, which
we would snack on for the next few days, so that mom and dad could get to
bed.  They knew we knew about their secret exchange, which had come about
as part of their marriage revival just as we were entering high school, but
neither our parents nor us ever mentioned it.  After cleaning the kitchen,
I sat downstairs with my sister so we could watch one of the movies she got
from mom and dad.  We each had our little plate of food and a soda and
curled up together, knowing they would not be coming back down.  Of course
we talked and goofed off and touched during the movie, but soon enough we
let the fire die down and unplugged the Christmas tree.
   "You ready for your presents?" Dawn asked with a smile.
   "More than ready," I sighed.  "God, I've been waiting forever."
   "I know," she pouted, "And I'm sorry.  But you know we have to be
careful when they're home." She stood close and stroked my chest.  "I'll
try and be quiet, but I have to admit that I'm glad mom and dad have had
the champagne and the sex to knock them out."
   "Man, I wish we could do it right here with the Christmas tree lights."
   "Me, too, but you know we can't risk getting caught."
   "I know you're right," I nodded.  "Anywhere with you is going to be
amazing." I kissed her gently on the lips and she smiled as she backed away
from our kiss.  As she led me upstairs by the hand, I asked, "Your room or
mine?"
   "Yours.  It's farther from theirs."
   "Good point." God, she looked hot in that tight red mini skirt, ivory
sweater, black tights and black knee-high boots.  She led me by the hand up
to my room.  She dropped me off at my door and said she would be right
back. While she was gone, I pulled two boxes and a bag from under my bed
and sat on the bed to wait.  She returned quickly with two boxes and two
bags, grinning from ear to ear as she re-entered my room and locked my
door. She sat down on the other side of my bed, placing her gifts in the
center.
   "Merry Christmas, Travis," she said.  She gave me a Christmas card
first, holding out the envelope and immediately making me feel like a
shithead.
   "I feel like an idiot.  I didn't get you a card."
   "I didn't expect one," she smiled.  "This is just from me to you."
   I smiled and took the card from her.  She bit her thumbnail as she
watched me open and read it.  I didn't even know they made romantic
Christmas cards, but apparently they do.  The sentiment printed in the card
was nice, but it was what Dawn wrote that captivated me.  Travis, I know
that what we have shouldn't be.  I know that no one can know how much I
love you, but I want you to know.  If only you.  I am so glad that Chris
cheated on me, if only for the reason that it gave us a chance to spend
that night at the hotel.  I can't tell you how much I love you and how safe
I feel with you.  I feel safer and more beautiful with you than I ever had
before.  You mean the world to me.  Thank you for loving me as much as I
love you.  Dawn
   I wiped my eyes after reading it, having never received a card like it
before.  I knew it was a big risk for Dawn to write down her feelings for
me so clearly, knowing that I had only two choices: to destroy the card
soon so that no one would ever know about us, or to hold onto it, risking
that it could be found at some point.  I never wanted to get rid of it and
I knew I would risk it, hiding it the best I could.
   "Thank you, gorgeous," I said, wiping my tears.  "I love you more than
anything, too."
   "I know you do," she said with a smile, wiping a tear from her eye. 
"So," she said, "Since we're on that subject. . ." She handed me a wrapped
package.
   "It's your turn," I said.
   "No, I have four.  And besides, this one is different." I accepted it,
shaking my head at her generosity.  I could tell it was a book and I peeled
the paper away.  "This is the book you gave mom and dad," I said.
   "Kind of," she shrugged.
   Dawn had given mom and dad a book of the poetry she had written the past
few years, having had it printed and bound.  I recognized the cover, a
brown faux leather with silver embossing.  I flipped through it as she
spoke.
   She cleared her throat first and then said, "That one doesn't have all
the same poems in it.  It has a lot of the same ones, but there are some
that are in mom and dad's book that aren't in yours.  Travis," she said,
causing me to look at her, "Every poem in that book is about you."
   "What?"
   "Some are more subtle and could be about anyone, so mom and dad would
never know, but some are clearly about you.  And I hope you're okay, but I
started writing some. . .  erotic. . .  poetry, too.  I hope you get turned
on as much reading it as I did writing it.  Not having you with me for the
last few weeks meant that I had to handle my own business," she smiled.  "I
wrote out of that need for you, missing you.  I hope you like them."
   "I know I'm going to love them.  Thank you." I leaned in and kissed her.
   "My turn!" she giggled, clapping her hands excitedly.
   "It's not as cool as yours," I apologized, embarrassed as I handed her
one of the wrapped boxes.
   "Hmm," she frowned, shaking the box, "I wonder what it is." She looked
at me as she began unwrapping it.  Focusing on the gift again, she ripped
the paper away and then fell over on the bed laughing, letting the package
drop to my bedspread.  "That's awesome!" she cried as she continued to
laugh.
   "I thought it might help for those times when we can't be together," I
smiled.
   She sat up and shook her head, still snickering, as she read the
instructions on the kit to make a mold of my penis to create her own dildo.
"I am so going to use this!" she laughed.  "Thank you!  Okay, your turn
again."
   She handed me another box.  I opened it up and saw a 100-gigabyte
external hard drive.  As soon as I saw what it was, she said, "That's so we
can store all the pictures and movies and poems that no one else will ever
know about."
   "A hundred gigs, huh?  You think we'll need that much?"
   "If I have my way, I'll have to get you a new one every year!"
   "I can't wait!" I turned and picked up another of her gifts.  I smiled
as I handed it to her.  She opened it up and got an excited look on her
face.
   "I can't believe it!"
   "I knew you wanted one and I guess we're on the same page because I get
nervous about those pictures and videos being on your phone where they can
be hacked."
   She looked excitedly at the features of her new GoPro, knowing that it
wouldn't be anything that mom and dad would get suspicious of her having
and using, but also knowing that it would be used for stuff they would also
never know about.e She thanked me again, reaching over and hugging me and
giving me a kiss.  "We're definitely going to fill up that hard drive now,"
she whispered in my ear before licking it.  My cock twitched and she sat
back with a naughty look.
   "Okay," she said, reaching for another gift, "Here's another one for
you." She handed me the bag, which felt light, and I hefted it in my
fingers as I arched my eyebrow at her.  She giggled.  "Just open it."
   I pulled the tissue paper out of the top of the bag and reached in.  I
felt a soft fabric and pulled out two pair of. . .  what were these?  She
laughed and said, "I think you'll look amazing in those." There were two
pair of what she called Brazilian trunks.  One was red with a black
waistband and black, red and orange flames wrapping around the hips, and
one was orange with a black waistband and had a kind of black tribal tattoo
mirrored on each hip, wrapping from back to front.
   "So it's more a gift for you than for me?" I asked, smiling.
   "But you don't think you'll be rewarded if I enjoy them?"
   "Touché."
   "Try them on."
   "Okay," I shrugged.  "Which ones?" I asked, holding them up on either
side of my head.
   "The red ones."
   I quickly undressed and pulled on the red underwear, surprised at how
they felt.  They felt much like the swimsuit I had worn at the hotel that
night, the stretchy material soft and smooth, and it almost felt like
nothing.  The back of the trunks lifted my ass and the front had a pouch
that housed my junk, cupping and surrounding it, making it look even more
pronounced.
   "Holy shit, that's hot," breathed Dawn.  She almost looked like she
couldn't take her eyes off of me.  She reached out and caressed my erection
with her fingertips.  She sighed as she touched me and I tingled at the
light touch of her hand on my shaft.  She pulled her hand away and shook
her head as if trying to come out of a trance.  "Um. . .  it's my turn,"
she said quietly.
   I sat down and reached for her final gift.  "Merry Christmas, Dawn." She
smiled as she took it from my hand and pulled the tissue from the bag.  She
pulled out an indigo corset, trimmed in black, with stocking clips hanging
down, and a pair of black thigh high stockings.
   "Mmm, someone's been fantasizing about me."
   "All the time."
   "This present looks like it's more for you than for me."
   "It is.  Merry Christmas to me."
   She laughed and shook her head.  "How do you think it will look on me?"
she asked, holding it up in front of her.
   "There's only one way to find out."
   She started to stand.  "It might take me a little while to figure out
how to get into it."
   "Not yet," I said, pulling her hand, prompting her to settle onto the
bed again.  "There's another present."
   "OH!  Right," she giggled.  She handed me the last of her gifts and
said, "This is for both of us."
   I didn't know what that meant, so when I unwrapped it, I realized what
she meant.  It was a sex blanket with soft side, a satin-like side, and a
protective center to prevent fluids from leaking through onto the bed. 
"Nice thinking," I said.
   "Well, I'm sure I'll get tired of either avoiding the bed or of washing
sheets all the time.  Besides, this can travel with us for trips and
everything."
   "Thank you, I love it."
   "Hang on.  There's something else in there," she said, nodding toward
the box.  I looked in, under more tissue and laughed.  It was a remote
controlled bullet vibrator.  "I thought you might want to surprise me
sometimes while we're out.  Or I could do that to you, too.  You know, tuck
it under your balls in your new underwear?"
   "Sounds dangerous."
   "There's only one way to find out," she giggled.  She looked around the
bed and said, "Thank you so much for my presents.  I love all of them." She
leaned in and kissed me softly.  "And I love you," she whispered.
   "I love you, too," I said, stroking her cheek.
   When she pulled away, she noticed the black velour box in my palm,
hovering between our stomachs.  She quickly looked back up at me with wide
eyes.
   "Open it," I said quietly, smiling nervously.
   With trembling hands, she took it from me and slowly opened the hinged
lid.  Her eyes filled with tears and she tried to speak, but no sound came
out.  I took it back from her, holding the box in my hand, and holding her
other hand with mine.
   "I know, Dawn, that we could never be together in the way I would like.
We can't marry and no one would understand or accept the love we have for
each other." I continued talking as I put the box down and pulled out the
ring.  Dawn's free hand was over her mouth as she watched me pull the ring
from the box.  It was a gold ring with a curved band and a ruby and small
diamond setting.  "I will never be able to give you an engagement ring or a
wedding band." I started to choke out my profession as I held the ring up
in front of her eyes.  She nodded.  "But you can wear this.  Put it on your
right hand, even if only with certain outfits or special occasions,
whatever you want, and let it remind you of how I feel about you.  I know
that one day you'll meet an amazing man who will care for you and he will
propose, but even then you can still wear this if you want.  Or leave it in
your jewelry box," I shrugged.
   "I just want you to have a reminder of how much I love you and that I
will always love you." I slid it on her right ring finger, having sized it
according to her class ring.
   She nodded and cried as she looked at it, holding her right hand in her
left as if trying to steady it.  She looked up at me and I wiped the tears
from her cheeks, having trouble seeing them through my own tears.
   "I love you so much," she choked out before throwing her arms around my
neck and squeezing me tightly.  We held each other there for a long time,
just being in each other's arms.  It just felt right.  She pulled away a
little and kissed me.  After a moment she pulled back just a little and
wiped a tear off my cheek with her thumb.
   "Boy, aren't we a sight?" she giggled.  Sniffling, she pulled back and
held her hand up to look again at the ring.  "Thank you for this.  I can't
believe it." After a few seconds she said, "Oh, man!  What will I tell mom
and dad?"
   "Don't worry about it," I smiled.  "I already talked to mom about it.  I
told her I wanted to get you a nice ring for Christmas since we're going to
college soon and all, and we don't know where life will take us.  She
thought it was a very nice idea and even suggested ruby since you already
wear so much blue and green that sapphire or emerald would just get
overlooked."
   "So I can show them tomorrow?" she asked excitedly.
   "Mom would probably be disappointed if you didn't."
   She shook her head and laughed a little.  "You've thought of
everything," she sighed.
   "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.
   She smiled and picked up the corset from the bed before holding it up in
question.  I simply smiled and nodded.  "I'll be right back," she said. 
She grabbed my robe off the hook on the door and walked out into the dark
hallway.  I picked up my laptop and plugged in my new external drive.  I
then grabbed her gifts and carried them quietly to her room before
returning to mine and folding down the bedspread and top sheet, and
spreading out the new blanket on top of it.  Because she was in the
bathroom I didn't get to brush my teeth, but pulled the mouthwash from my
travel bag and gargled a little before swallowing it (I know I'm not
supposed to swallow it, but what else was I going to do at that point?).
   Not long afterward, Dawn reappeared through my door, carrying her
clothes in one arm, and wrapped in my large plaid robe.  She closed the
door and had a sexy grin on her face.  "Now, I know the robe isn't very
sexy and I don't have the right shoes to wear with this, so keep that in
mind."
   "No apologies, beautiful." I smiled gently.  She smiled back at me and
took another step toward me as she untied the belt.
   She quickly pulled it open and let it fall behind her as the earth
tilted, causing my head to spin.  She looked even better than I had
imagined.  Her breasts were pushed up and in with just the top edge of her
areolae exposed by the corset.  Her fair skin contrasted beautifully with
the indigo of the corset.  I panned down quickly, her waist narrowed by the
garment, making her hips flare even more.
   The blue of the corset gave way to the fair hue of her skin, with only
two elastic strips of blue running along the fronts of her thighs before
gripping the top edge of the translucent black stockings.  The stockings
were a beautiful complement to the black triangle of hair between her white
thighs.
   I sat there quietly, in awe of the sight before me.  "I take it you like
it," she giggled.
   "Holy fuck, Dawn," I muttered.
   "But you haven't even seen the best part yet." She smoothly pivoted on
her stockinged toes and I realized how right she was.  "See?"
   The corset cinched her waist a little and was held together by a black
lace up the center of the back.  But that's not what drew my attention. 
She knew what would.  With her waist cinched and her stockings held up to
the middle of her thighs, the pattern only broken by the two blue belts
that ran from the corset to the stockings, her ass popped out, full and
round.
   She slapped her own ass lightly, saying, "I told you.  Look at that ass.
I bet you want to stick all kinds of things in there, huh?"
   "You have no idea."
   "Well, then, why don't you give me an idea?" She leaned forward a little
and stuck her hips back, wiggling her butt at me.  I could barely see the
black fur peek beneath her thighs and her ass was too full to see her
backdoor, but I knew well enough it was there and waiting for me.
   "I want to slick a finger with your juices and press it into your ass."
   "Mmm.  Is that all?  Your finger?"
   "No.  I want to add another finger and another as I eat your pussy."
   "You like the taste of my pussy?" she asked.
   "You know I do.  I love it."
   "What else?"
   "I want to lick you to orgasm while I fuck your ass with my fingers, and
then lick your asshole until you come again."
   "You really know how to sweet talk a girl.  But is that all you want to
do?"
   "Not even close.  I want to fuck your pussy until you come all over me,
splattering my thighs and stomach with your orgasm."
   She moaned, her eyes closing as she imagined.
   "Are you going to come in my pussy?"
   "No."
   "No?"
   "No.  Once you come on me, I'm going to pull my dick out of your
dripping pussy and force it into your perfect ass."
   "Oh, no.  Won't that hurt?" She sounded like a scared kitten.
   "At first.  But you're such a whore for my cock that you'll get off on
it."
   "I will.  Fuck, you know I will." She sounded like she was about to have
an orgasm already.  It was then that I noticed her fingers sliding back
along her pussy, then disappearing again as she masturbated right in front
of me.
   "Dawn?"
   "Mm-hmm?"
   "If you're going to do that, you should at least turn around so I can
watch you."
   "But you're my brother," she argued innocently, looking over her
shoulder.
   "All the more reason."
   "It's not right for my brother to watch me touch myself."
   I stood.  "You're right," I said as I stepped behind her.  I reached
down and covered her hand with my own.  I whispered in her ear.  "You
shouldn't touch yourself when I can do it for you." She gasped when my
fingers extended beyond hers and ran back along her wet pussy.  "You're
dripping for my touch, aren't you?"
   "Mm-hmm." She nodded, her eyes closed, head turned toward me.
   I slipped my middle finger up inside her as I cupped her mound.  She
moaned and I kissed her.  As our tongues danced languidly, my palm glided
over her wet clit as my finger slid in and out shallowly.  I pressed my
swollen erection against her as my other hand cupped her breast and pinched
her nipple.  I wanted her.  To be inside her, to taste her, to feel her wet
embrace around my cock.  I wanted to release my seed into her belly and to
let her feel my excitement as it drained into her.
   My sister whimpered into my mouth, her breath escaping her nose in puffs
as we worked together to bring her to climax.  I felt her hot arousal
running down my fingers and filling my palm.  Her nipples were like pebbles
between my fingers and the fullness of her ass pressed hard against the
fullness of my dick.  She obviously resisted touching my groin, though for
what reason I could not tell.  She gripped at my hip and ass, pulling me
into her and her other hand maintained trapped against her mound, aiding in
her own pleasure.
   She flinched against me and her tongue stilled, though her mouth
remained opened.  Her abdomen twitched, her hips lurching slightly as her
vaginal walls clinched on my finger repeatedly.  After a few seconds she
relaxed against me and I pulled my hands from her, gently tracing the curve
of her hips.  My right hand was wet, tracing her own juices around to her
hips.  She remained pressed against me as she turned and we kissed again.
My hands lifted her globes, squeezing her to me and bringing a moan from
her throat.  Her hands around my waist quickly lowered to my own ass over
the red trunks.  I pressed forward against her stomach before she pulled
away and looked down.
   "I wish my new camera was already charged and working," she said.  "You
look so hot right now."
   "Soon," I said with a smile.  "Tonight I just want to enjoy you.  I know
that the way you look right now will be forever burned in my brain."
   "You're sweet," she whispered before kissing me again.  She ran her hand
along the bulge in my underwear.  "Speaking of sweet," she smiled, lowering
herself to her knees in front of me.  Her eyes never left mine until she
curled her fingers into the waistband and pulled the trunks down.  At that
point she looked directly at the instrument of her desire and bit her
bottom lip.  She pressed my shaft against my stomach and buried her nose at
the base, closing her eyes as she inhaled.  "I can't explain it," she said,
"But I even love the way you smell.  Clean, but also manly." I knew what
she was talking about, because even when she was freshly showered or
bathed, her pubic hair had a certain musky smell that was tied directly to
her femininity.  I never thought about myself having something similar, but
I just counted it up to pheromones.  Either way, I was pleased that she was
pleased.
   Her fingers wrapped around me lightly and gently stroked up to the head
and back.  She stroked again, this time sucking a ball into her mouth and
licking gently on it with a moan.
   "Oh, god," I groaned quietly, unable to contain it.  It felt incredible.
I looked down at her and she released me before repeating it with the other
one, her hand still lightly stroking me.  With her free hand she gripped
the front of my thigh.  Her touch felt amazing, her desire apparent.
   "I want to suck you, but I know you have other plans for tonight and I
don't know if we should drag this out," she pouted, kissing along the
bottom of my shaft.
   "Just a little, then.  I love your mouth on me."
   "And I love you in my mouth." With that she licked along the underside
up to the head and rolled her head forward, engulfing me until I nudged at
her throat.  She pulled back slowly and I saw a glossy sheen on my shaft as
she retreated.  She again pushed forward and took me into her mouth.  She
worked on me, relaxed, for only a couple of minutes.  It was enough for us
both to enjoy it, but not enough to bring me anywhere close to the edge.
   Dawn stood and kissed me and then walked past me and crawled onto my
bed, centering on the blanket.  "Soft," she said, running her fingers over
the purple microfiber.  Planting her hands firmly on the bed, she wiggled
her hips at me.  Her little pink sphincter winked at me, above her dripping
pink flower, open and waiting.  Dawn looked at me over her shoulder without
saying a word.
   Needing no further invitation I moved onto the bed and settled in behind
her.  She dropped her hips back and pressed forward, leaning into her.  My
thick head and shaft eased into her as we both sighed at the connection. 
She pulled forward as I pulled back and we again pushed toward each other
until I was completely buried.  My sister reached under herself and pressed
my sac against her clit with her fingers.
   "You're so tight, babe."
   "That's because I don't want you to leave."
   "Never."
   "Come on, Trav, fuck me." Her voice was even, pleading.
   I smiled and gripped her soft hips, withdrawing again before pressing
back nto her.  I watched our union as I increased my pace and I was
surprised to see that as I moved in her, that her secretions became more
white and creamy, like a lotion.  She was frothing as I drilled into her.
Her face was buried in my pillow, hiding her groans and her pleas to make
her come.
   It wasn't long before she came on me, dripping onto the blanket and
wetting my cock with her creamy release.  I paused only a second to wipe my
finger through the ring of white at the base of my cock and smearing it on
her anal ring.  She yelped at my touch and I did it again.  She picked her
head up off the pillow and looked over her shoulder with a leer.  "You
keeping your promise?" she asked, bumping back against me in a smooth,
steady rhythm.
   I pressed my index finger into her, forcing her eyes wide.  "Just
getting you loosened up."
   "Good.  I missed it." Her flesh rippled with each impact and I soon
added another finger, thrusting two creamy fingers into her as she slammed
back against my prick and hand.  I continued to lubricate her ring with her
own excitement, using my other hand to wipe down her sphincter so I
wouldn't have to take my fingers out of her.  "Are you ready?" she asked
with a wicked grin.
   "More than," I sighed.
   "Lie down!  Quick!" She pulled forward, letting me pop free.  As my
erection sprung from her, it slung a dollop of cream from my cock, which
landed on her ass cheek after being suspended a few inches in the air for a
moment.  I quickly dropped onto my back and watched my sister turn around
as she wiped her pussy from front to back and then gripped my cock tightly,
gathering her own cream and wiping it across her rosebud as well.  She
straddled my waist, feet flat on the bed, and leaned back onto her hands.
   "Hold it up for me," she breathed.  I did, excited about what I was
about to see and feel.  She lowered herself and made the adjustment so that
her asshole was pressing onto my cockhead.  She quickly lowered onto me,
effortlessly taking all of me into her.  "Oh, shiiiiiiittt!  Fuck, that's
big!"
   "Fucking tight ass!" I grunted.
   "Your sister's tight fucking ass!"
   Her ass rested on my groin, her thighs spread, and her pussy flowered
open.  Her black pubic hair was matted with her creamy release and she had
a look of pure lust as she looked down at me.  She raised up, her thighs
flexing, until only the head was in her, then dropped back onto me.  Again
and again she used my erection for her own pleasure, her head thrown back,
knowing neither of us would last long.  I knew I was close and could tell
by the convulsing of her pussy and the clinching of her ass that she was
right there with me.
   I grunted as I held her tight against me and blasted her bowels with my
seed.  I grunted with each blast and her hand landed on her clit, rubbing
it furiously and whining to the ceiling as her nipples danced through her
convulsions.  We were both slick with perspiration.  Dawn eased back off of
me and I leaked out of her onto the blanket, creating a creamy pool of
pearl on the royal purple of our sex blanket.  She grabbed the corner of
the blanket and wiped her pussy and ass on it, then grabbed the opposing
corner and wiped off my cock and balls.
   "Do you want to clean up?" she asked, settling in next to me.
   "Huh-uh," I said.  "I want to smell you on me all night."
   "That could be bad news," she said, her finger tracing patterns on my
chest.
   "How so?"
   "If you smell me, you'll want me, and then one of us will have to risk
getting caught trying to sneak into the other's room.  It's just a whole
thing I don't want to risk."
   "Then don't," I said.  "Stay here.  Put on your pajamas.  It was late,
we were exchanging presents and we fell asleep talking."
   "Ha ha," she mocked.
   "I'm serious, Dawn," I said, sitting up.  "Grab your camera and you've
already got your ring on.  Just stay.  Please."
   "Do you really think so?" she asked, sitting up beside me excitedly.
   "If mom or dad catch us, we can just apologize.  We'll also be able to
gauge their suspicions.  If they don't think anything of it this time. . ."
   "Then maybe if they catch us in the same bed some morning--"
   "It will just be an occasional thing," I shrugged.
   "Let's try it!" She planted a kiss on my lips excitedly before bouncing
off the bed and wrapping herself in my robe.
   I gathered the blanket, wrapping the wet spots on the inside, and stuck
it in my hamper.  I pulled on my lounge pants and t-shirt and soon enough,
Dawn returned dressed much the same.  She hung my robe on the door, placed
her camera on the floor by the bed and slid in next to me.  She kissed me
again and settled in on "her side" of the bed.  Under the covers she held
my hand and my thumb grazed over her ring.
   "Travis?" my mom asked.  A little louder and a shake on my shoulder. 
"Travis?"
   "Yeah?" I awoke to a brighter room and my mom on the side of my bed, her
hand on my shoulder.
   "Why is Dawn in your bed?"
   "I guess we fell asleep," I said groggily, sitting up and scooting back
toward the headboard.  I looked over at my sister, who appeared dead to the
world, her black hair covering half her face.  "We exchanged gifts last
night and got to talking.  Look," I said, pointing to my desk.  "She got me
a hard drive for school."
   Mom's smile lit up her face.  "Did you give her. . .?" she nodded and
raised her eyebrows as if she didn't want to say it, just in case.
   "Yeah," I smiled, and pointed at Dawn's hand, which was now lying across
her chest on top of the comforter.
   "Did she like it?" she asked.
   "She loved it," Dawn whispered before I could answer, stretching her arm
over her head.  She held her hand out as she sat up.
   "Morning," I said.  She smiled in return.
   Mom took Dawn's hand.  "It looks so beautiful on you," she admired. 
"That was a great choice, Travis."
   "I think so, too," said Dawn.  "I have the best brother in the world."
She hugged me around the waist and buried her head in my chest, causing me
to wrap my arm around her shoulder and causing our mother to smile.
   "Well, it does my heart good to see how much you two still love each
other," she said, patting my knee as she stood to leave.  "Merry Christmas,
you too.  I'm going to get started on breakfast."
   "I'll be down to help in a minute," Dawn offered as mom rounded the
corner into the hallway.  Dawn turned to me and whispered, "I really do
have the best brother in the world." She kissed me and then whispered in my
ear.  "Every part of me thinks so."
   I twitched at her words and she giggled as she got up to leave.
   I swung my feet to the floor as I got up to have family breakfast.
   "Merry Christmas to me."
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