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Celeste and crew:

I'd like to submit this story for your review.  It's rather long and
is "unfinished" in that I keep finding new stuff to add.  It's a
"collection" of stories which sort of run into each other.

Your honest review and opinion would be greatly appreciated!  Oh, be
gentle... :-)

Rob Morton

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post 2 of 4

ETIENNE:  DREAMING OF THINGS TO COME


Part III, Chapter Nine

Kymber gasped in delight as the thick, unyielding tool penetrated her
deeply.  She looked up into the brown eyes of her lover and smiled
appreciatively.  "Oh, this is too much," she said as Lorne slid deeper
into her steaming snatch.  Beside her, Etienne watched intently as her
father pleasured the
sensuous redhead.  She sighed with contentment, feeling her father's
seed trickling from her.  He had, moments earlier, taken her from
behind, bringing her quickly to orgasm while flooding her with his
thick, gooey spunk.  Being seven months pregnant and not wanting to do
any damage, Eti found she really enjoyed being loved in this position.

Now sated, she watched as her father's thick cock was pounding Kymber.
Eti leaned over and captured a nipple, causing Kymber to moan loudly
and feeling Kymber's body rocked each time Lorne thrust into her.
Kymber was thinking she'd never been loved so much in her life as the
grunting, sweating man filled her pussy, spreading her wide.  An
orgasm shot through her, taking her
completely by surprise.  Her mouth opened, only to be filled with
Eti's tongue.

As they kissed, Kymber reached out and touched the swollen curves of
Eti's stomach, thinking of how sexy it felt.  Etienne broke the kiss,
feeling the warm touch of Kymber's hand.  Rising, she dangled her
milk-filled breast before the emerald-eyed beauty, offering her open
lips a nipple.  Kymber lifted her head to it and sucked into her mouth
- and was rewarded with a splash of milk, which she drank greedily.
Etienne moaned lowly as Kymber suckled her, feeling warm and loved.
She freed her nipple, hearing Kymber's groan of protest and changed
her position.

Eti offered Kymber a view of her distended belly as the mother-to-be
lowered her freshly fucked pussy onto her mouth.  Kymber lapped at the
sperm that was still leaking from the gaping pink slash before sucking
that large and lovely clit into her mouth.  Eti cooed with
contentment, leaning forward to plant a wet kiss on her father's lips
as he worked inside Kymber.

The three lovers moved together, filling the room with the sounds of
their passion.  Eti's orgasm crashed into her senses, causing her hot
juices to splash against the energetic mouth under her.  Again sated,
she rolled carefully off Kymber's juice-drenched face and knelt to
kiss the glistening droplets from her flushed cheeks.

Lorne's senses were near an overload at the sight before him.  He
continued to plow into Kymber's snatch with stuttering strokes as he
approached the climax.  He let out a groan as he felt his cock swell
inside the tight, hot woman, his seed spilling into her copiously.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as jet after jet of pearly spunk flowed from him,
painting Kymber vaginal walls with love.  Feeling the spasming
maleness inside her, Kymber clamped down on his tool with her vaginal
muscles - as Eti suggested - wringing another cry of pleasure from
Lorne, who was beginning
to grow soft inside her.

Drained, Lorne withdrew and flopped down between the two women.  "I am
truly blessed," he said as they snuggled next to him.  Exhausted,
Lorne and Eti drifted off into a blissful sleep, but Kymber remained
awake, nestled in the comforting embrace of Lorne's arm.

"This should do it," she thought, feeling Lorne's seed trickling from
her.  For a moment, she felt guilty; she had deliberately stopped
taking her birth control pills some time ago, finally succumbing to
the twinge of jealousy she experienced whenever she looked at Etienne.
Guilt was joined by its cousin, Selfishness, causing Kymber to shiver
slightly.  She wanted to share in the obvious joy Etienne was
experiencing in her pregnancy.

Not that Lorne was focusing solely on his pregnant daughter; he would
consistently shower both of them with equal attention and love.
Kymber wanted to show her love in another way, however.  So far, Lorne
had given her more than she could ever hope for:  love, security,
tenderness and, oh, yes,
plenty of hot, delicious sex.  Now she wanted to give him something in
return.

She looked across the expanse of Lorne's chest to her friend, sister,
and lover.  Kymber had at first been reluctant to reveal her plan to
Etienne, fearing that the other would react badly.  It surprised
Kymber when Eti agreed that it would be the perfect gift for Kymber to
give him.

"It would make you happier, wouldn't it?" Eti had asked while secretly
wondering what had taken Kymber so long in deciding to have her
father's baby.

"I look at you every day, see your happiness, and want it for myself,
too."  Kymber looked into her friend's hazel eyes.  "If I'm being
selfish, I'm sorry."  She shook her head, causing her thick red mane
to cascade across her shoulders.

Eti had reached out and toyed with the flame-red ringlets.  "No,
Kymmie, I don't think you're being selfish.  You love him just as much
as I do."

Lorne's gentle snoring brought Kymber to the here and now.  Silently,
she prayed that after all the times they'd made love, this would be
the time which would allow her to present the man she loved with the
fruits of her womb.  She remembered her frustration as month after
month, her cycle would start, signaling that her efforts had, so far,
failed.  Eti and Kymber planned this night of love, both women knowing
that Kymber next cycle was due to begin within the next couple of
days.  Kymber drifted off to sleep, her last thought being one of hope
for the future.


Part III, Chapter Ten

"Hurry up, will you?", said Eti, going into Kymber's bathroom.  Kymber
was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking sad as she held the
tray of the home test.  Immediately, Etienne's heart fell.  They had
both been certain Kymber had conceived, especially since Kymber was
now a week late.

"Oh, babe," she said as she eased her bulky form next to Kymber.  "I'm
sorry.  This is two months in a row!"

Kymber looked up, locking her jade-hewed gaze onto Eti's.  The lovely
redhead broke into a wide smile.  "You may be sorry, but I'm not!" she
said, triumph clearly in her voice as she held up the results.  Bright
blue.  Pregnant.

"You tricked me!", Eti scolded, playfully punching Kymber in the arm.

Kymber stood, placing the test on the sink, turning to help Eti stand.
"Come on, chubby, let's go tell him the good news!"

"Chubby?  Who are you calling chubby?" asked Etienne.  She knew that
her time was coming soon as she looked in the mirror as she passed.
Her breasts were so full and heavy, as was her belly.  For months,
she'd felt the baby moving around inside her, not knowing if it was a
boy or girl.  Dr. Edwards had offered to tell her, of course, but she
had declined, not really wanting to know until she delivered.

So far, there were no signs of any abnormalities, something that had
concerned all three of them.  During one examination, Eti had aroused
Dr. Edwards' suspicions with her nervousness.

"Why are you so concerned?  I've told you that everything is going
well," the woman had asked her.  Realizing her mistake, Eti had
explained that the baby's father was diabetic and she was naturally
concerned if it was causing any problems for the baby.  The doctor
looked back at her skeptically but said nothing.

Lorne had just come in.  Wearily, he tossed his jacket on the back of
the chair.  "Hi, everyone!" he called out.  Kymber was watching Eti
descend the staircase, making sure she didn't fall when she stopped
abruptly, a look of utter surprise crossing her features.

"Uh, oh."  Eti's voice was tight with pain.  "Something's happening!"
Kymber and Lorne ran to her as she gingerly sat.  Another contraction
hit her, feeling like someone had taken her insides and twisted them.
"It's time."

Kymber and Lorne looked at each other for a long moment, before
erupting into a flurry of activity. 

"Kymber, go up and grab her bag - then call Dr. Edwards!" Lorne
instructed as he ran toward the garage.

"Right!  On my way!", she responded stepping carefully around Eti
before bolting up the stairs, returning with the overnight bag.

Eti was trying to stand.  "Oh, no, you don't!", cried Kymber, grabbing
her friend's arm and guiding her to the chair.  "Try to relax - and
don't forget to breathe!" She dialed Dr. Edwards' number.  "Hello?
Yes.  Dr. Edwards please; it's an emergency!"  As she waited for the
doctor to come on line,
Kymber patted her foot impatiently.

"Hello, Dr. Edwards?  This is Kymber Levin, a friend of Etienne
Williams.  Huh?  Yes, she's having contractions. . .  hold on."  She
covered the mouthpiece and asked Eti, "How far apart?"  Pain cut Eti's
reply short as another contraction wracked her body.  Gasping for
breath, Eti held up five
fingers.

"About five minutes apart!" she said.  "Okay. . .  okay. . .  right.
We're on our way!"  Kymber was hanging up the phone as Lorne burst
through the front door.

"The car's out front!  What did the doctor say?"  Lorne was excited,
breathing hard.

"She'll meet us at the hospital," answered Kymber, all thoughts of
telling Lorne her news temporarily forgotten.  After retrieving
Etienne's bag from her room, they managed to get Eti into the car,
having to stop every couple of steps as another white-hot bolt of pain
made its presence felt.  Finally, they
got underway for the hospital.  Kymber drove while Lorne tried to
comfort Eti.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried.  "It hurts so badly!"  Lorne was helpless, not
really knowing what to say.

"Hang in there, Peaches," looking out the windshield.  "Kymber will
have us there in a couple of minutes."

Etienne smiled weakly at her father and gave his hand a reassuring
squeeze.  Bravely, she said "Hey, stop worrying.  You'll do just
fine!"

That got a wry smile from Lorne.  "I'm proud of you and I love you
very much," he said.  He felt the car suddenly decelerate.  Looking
up, he saw that they were at the hospital; Kymber had already shut off
the engine and was heading for the entrance, waving frantically at
someone wearing a white coat. 

As Lorne began the arduous task of helping Eti from the car, he could
see Kymber pointing in his direction and the white-coat's reaction,
grabbing a nearby wheelchair and running toward them.

"Help is on the way, Peaches," he said, stepping aside for the
orderly.  A pair of nurses had arrived with Kymber and immediately
took charge of the situation.  Placing a groaning Eti into the chair,
the orderly and one nurse hustled her off, while the remaining nurse
sidled up to him.

"Are you the father?"  Taking him by the arm, the nurse continued.
"We have to get some information while we get things ready."

Lorne nodded numbly, not noticing the warning look Kymber was giving
him, as the nurse guided him through the maze of curious onlookers.

Kymber followed, wanting to get to Lorne before he said something that
would get him into trouble, catching up with him as he sat at the
nurse's station answering questions.  She skidded to a halt just as
the nurse was again asking, "You're the father, right?"  Lorne's mouth
opened to speak and
Kymber jabbed him in the back with a finger, her eyes flashing.
Confused, Lorne looked at Kymber then back at the nurse, realization
dawning on him.

"Well, I'm her father," he finally said, stressing the 'her' in his
answer.  The nurse, not understanding what was going on, shrugged
before returning to filling out the form.

"Okay.  We can get the rest of this later; right now, we need to get
you scrubbed and into a gown."  As he was whisked away, Lorne looked
back at Kymber helplessly.


Part III, Chapter Eleven

Eti looked around the cold, sterile room, watching the busy, yet
controlled activity taking place around her.  She was tired with the
effort of breathing and dealing with the pain which stabbed at her
with increased frequency.

"Hi, there!  How are we doing?"  Eti turned her head slowly, looking
up at the masked face of Dr. Edwards.

"You're just a tad bit early, but that's okay.  Now, I want you to
relax as much as you can - we've got some work ahead of us."

Eti closed her eyes, feeling a little more confident knowing that the
doctor was there.  She grimaced, feeling unusually full.  Another
intense pain ripped through her, causing her breath to catch in her
chest.  Simultaneously, she was dimly aware of an incredible wet
feeling that suddenly appeared between her legs.

"Water's broken," a disembodied voice was saying.

Etienne was scared, feeling alone and helpless.  She could feel the
tears beginning to gather in her eyes when a strong hand took hers.
Blinking away the blinding fluids, she looked up into her father's
eyes.  Although the mask hid his lower face, she could tell he was
smiling.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"So far, so good."  Eti knew that she could really relax now - the man
she loved was with her.  "You look like a doctor."

Lorne laughed softly.  "I am a doctor, remember?"  Eti grinned
sheepishly despite the now constant contractions.  "That's okay -
you've got enough to worry about.  Just relax."  Lorne said as they
motioned him to one side as they continued to get Etienne ready.

"Oh, God!"  Eti screamed, the pain causing her to grip her father's
hand with an incredible strength, so tight Lorne winced with his own
pain.  Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Lorne heard Dr.
Edwards' calm voice announce to the room they were ready to begin.

"Okay, Etienne.  I know you want to push and I know it really hurts.
However, you can't push yet, understand?"

Eti nodded.  A contraction, more intense pain, followed by a split
second of labored breathing...

*    *    *

Kymber paced the waiting room for what might be the millionth time.
Glancing at the clock, she realized only twenty minutes had gone by
since their arrival.  Many things were running around in her mind,
concern for Eti being the foremost.  Then there was a spot reserved
for Lorne, who was probably at his wit's end - it had been a very long
time since he had attended a delivery.  Finally, she had to think, in
a little over eight months from now, she would be in Etienne's place.

A frown crossed her face as she thought for the first time if she
could be brave enough to endure the pain; most of all, she had her
initial thoughts about whether or not she really had what it took to
be a mother.  Taking another glance at the clock, she dismissed the
negative thoughts, knowing that Eti would need all the positive
support she could get.


Part III, Chapter Twelve

Perspiration ran freely down Etienne's face as she fought against the
pain of childbirth.  Through the haze of agony draped over her, she
was dimly aware of the voice around her:  Her father offering words of
encouragement along with the maddening instructions to breathe - he
should try breathing under these conditions!  Also in the background
was Dr. Edwards' voice, sounding for all the worlds like a
play-by-play announcer as she called out Eti's progress to anyone who
cared to listen.

"She's crowning," an unseen voice said as Eti struggled to catch her
breath.  She was so tired, so very tired.  For the last hundred years,
she'd been pushing and breathing, wishing that whatever was going to
happen would hurry up.

"Okay, Eti, Lorne - this is it!", came Dr. Edwards' calm voice.  "Give
it all you've got and... PUSH!"

Taking what felt to be her last deep breath, she pushed, the effort
contorting her face.

"OH, DAMN!" she screamed as the baby's passing stretched her beyond
anything she'd ever experienced.  The curtain of darkness, once only
hovering above her, was beginning to fall upon her.

"Good!  Good!" exclaimed Dr. Edwards.  "The head is clear, here come
the shoulders . . .  That's it!"

Just on the verge of passing out, Eti was aware of a great feeling of
emptiness as she heard the first cries of her child - and another
sound she couldn't identify.  Opening her eyes, she tried to look
around but found she couldn't focus on anything.

"Clamp."  A sound of metal hitting rubber, following by a clicking
sound.  "Metzenbaum's."

Tears of exhaustion flowed freely from her as Dr. Edwards came into
her view.  "Congratulations, Eti!  It's a girl!", handing the
blanket-wrapped newborn into her arms.  Etienne looked into the tiny
face as the tears continued to fall.

"Dad, look!", she called.  "She's beautiful!"  Looking up and to her
right for her father, she saw that he wasn't there!  She felt a pang
of disappointment.  Surely, he couldn't have left!  Her voice was dry
and crackling as she asked the room in general, "Where's my father?"

A nurse came and took the baby from her.  "Oh, he'll be okay.  He just
fainted.  Men!"

Having removed the afterbirth and cleaned her up, they were rolling
Eti to the recovery room.  As the stretcher was passing through the
door, Eti caught a glance of her daughter being whisked away in a
bassinet - and her father sitting in a chair holding his head, while a
green-garbed person waved
something under his nose.

*    *    *

Lorne had gotten over his initial worry and nervousness as he coached
his laboring daughter through the delivery.  The two of them had
gotten into a pattern: When Eti had to push, Lorne would call out
words of encouragement; when she relaxed, he would talk her through
her breathing.  Upon hearing
the announcement of the head appearing, he looked up at the mirror
suspended over the table - just in time to see the baby emerge, all
red and covered with goo.  Between the sight of his child being born
and Eti's cry of pain, it was too much for him.  The room suddenly
tilted 90 degrees and he was having one hell of a time trying to
breathe.  Alarmed, he tried to stand . . .

And found himself looking up at a sea of green-masked faces.  "What
happened," he thought?  "Why am I lying on the floor?"  Confused, he
allowed himself to be helped off the floor and seated on a stool.  His
head hurt and he felt weird.  He was aware of a snapping sound,
followed by an eye-watering, breath-stopping smell as someone passed
an ammonia capsule under his nose.  Someone grabbed his hands as he
tried to ward off the hideous, acrid smell as his mind snapped back
into focus.

"Dr. Williams?  How do you feel?"

Blinking back the ammonia-induced tears, he said "I'm okay, I think."
Experimentally, he took in a deep breath of the chilled air in the
room, noting how sweet it tasted.  "Yeah, I'm fine now.  Where's my
daughter?"

Since he was okay, the nurse tossed the spent capsule into a trash
bin.  "Your daughter and granddaughter are both fine.  They're both in
recovery.  You can see them in about 20 minutes." His legs still a
little wobbly, Lorne headed into the scrub room, where a nurse helped
him out of his sweat stained gown, cap and mask.

*    *    *

"Kymber!"

At the sound of her name, Kymber looked up and saw Lorne crossing the
room toward her.  As he came closer, she could see that his face was
ashen and he was walking with a little difficulty.

"Are you all right?", she asked.

"Huh?  Oh, yeah, I'm okay."

Kymber bit back her impatience as Lorne eased himself next to her.
"Well?"

Lorne looked at her, giving her a tired smile.  "It's a girl.  Mother
and child are doing quite well.  They tell me we can see them in a
little while."

"Oh!  I'm so happy!"  As she reached over to hug Lorne, her nose
wrinkled.  "Ugh!  What's that smell?"

Lorne sniffed and replied, "Ammonia.  Seems like I fainted."  Kymber
suppressed a giggle.  "Come on, let's go see the new mommy!"


Part III, Chapter Thirteen

Etienne was sleeping when they entered the room.  Not wanting to
disturb her, they crossed to the large window that overlooked the
nursery adjoining the room.  Wrapped in lightweight - yet warm - pink
blankets, the recently born little girl dozed, her face alternating
between tiny smiles and frowning.

Lorne took note of the coal-black thatch of hair atop her delicate
features, bringing back memories of the first time he'd seen Etienne.
Kymber had been peeking around him to look at her "baby sister," when
she tapped Lorne on the arm.

"Look," she said, pointing at a little card taped at the foot of the
bassinet.

Lorne blinked back a sudden rush of tears as he read the name scrawled
on the card: 'Eleanor Darien Williams'.  Apparently, Etienne had named
the baby before falling asleep - and had named her new daughter after
her late mother.  He swallowed hard, trying to displace the lump which
had appeared there.

Quietly, Kymber asked, "It was your wife's name, wasn't it?"  Lorne
could only nod as he wrapped an arm around her.  Lost in their own
thoughts, they stood silently.

A rustle caught Lorne's attention and he turned, finding Etienne awake
and yawning.  He went to her side, noting that she still looked tired
and worn and seeing a peaceful glow in her face.

"You've seen her?", she asked, stifling another yawn.  "I named her
after Mom - I hope you don't mind."  Lorne hugged her, feeling a tear
trickle down his cheek.

"She's beautiful and, no, I don't mind at all.  You did well and I'm
so proud of you."  Kymber joined father and daughter, taking her place
in the joyful embrace and planting a loving kiss on Eti's cheek.

"She's going to break some hearts, that's for sure," she said.  A
playful glint flashing in her eyes, she said "It's a good thing she
doesn't look like her father!", causing Lorne to shoot her a warning
glance.

Extricating herself from their embrace, Eti stretched.  Now fully
awake, she turned to look at Kymber.  "Did you tell him?"

Kymber sat up, suddenly quiet as she looked at her hands.  "No."

"Why not?"

Avoiding Eti's intense stare, Kymber looked out the window at the
lazily floating clouds.  "Well, there were other important things to
deal with, you know."

During this exchange, Lorne looked from one woman to the other.  "Tell
me what?", he asked.  Exhausted from his ordeal in the delivery room
and still weak from having passed out, Lorne really wasn't in the mood
for cryptic conversation.

Eti gave Kymber a taste of her own medicine.  "You gonna tell him or
should I?", clearly enjoying her friend's discomfort.

Kymber knew when to give up.  She stood and walked around the bed to
where Lorne was sitting.  Taking his hand as she sat beside him, she
locked her green eyes on his chocolate-brown ones.  "Like Eti says, I
have something to tell you."

"What!?", he said, barely able to contain his frustration.

Kymber flinched at the sharp tone, but didn't take her eyes from his.
"Well, it's just, um . . ." Her hesitancy made Lorne stand.

"Will someone tell me what's going on here," he exclaimed?

Eti was grinning from ear to ear.

"What's so funny?"

Gathering her courage, Kymber finally ended the mystery.  "You're
gonna have to go through this again," she blurted.

For a moment which seemed frozen in time, Lorne wore a blank look of
not understanding.  Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened
slightly.  "Again?  You mean . . . ," Lorne sat in the chair next to
the bed.

"Yep, I'm pregnant."  Kymber waited for something to happen.  She
turned to look at Etienne, who was drifting off to sleep again.  "I
think he's . . ." she began, but a loud thump interrupted her before
she could finish, startling Eti awake.

"What the hell?" they asked together, looking down at the prone form
of Lorne Williams.

"He fainted.  Again."  Etienne reached for the call button and pressed
it.  Kymber rolled her eyes.  "I guess he couldn't handle any more
good news," she said, smiling.

As the nurse who'd arrived at Eti's summons attended to Lorne, Kymber
looked at Eti and said, "Things are going to get interesting around
the house now..."


Part III, Chapter Fourteen

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the
next, emptiness.  Ellie Williams experienced all these sensations as
the hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of
fullness.  She held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed
into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her increased his
movement inside her.  Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their
breathing, adding their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady
scents generated during lovemaking.

Ellie sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her
completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her
womb.  The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another
pleasurable sensation through her to be added to those already
present.  The woman added her own movements to those of the man,
thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in
appreciation.

She could feel him growing thicker, his strokes coming harder and
faster and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her
release claimed her, flooding his tool with her sweet juices.  The
man's face was drenched with a sweat as his own orgasm caught up with
him, growling low in his throat as spurt after spurt of semen flowed
into the warm dampness of her body.

Ellie could feel him soften just a bit as he continued to move against
her body, his strokes not as urgent now.  Breathing a sigh of
contentment, she wrapped her arms around his strong upper body,
hugging him close as they basked in the afterglow of sex.

"Ellie?  Devon?  Where are you?"

Another sigh, this one filled with a tinge of frustration.  "I guess
we'd better answer her, huh?", she asked her lover as he rolled from
her.

"Yeah - you know how your mother gets when she thinks we're ignoring
her."  The man rose from the bed, giving Ellie a good look at his
body.  She smiled in appreciation at the firm buttocks that flowed
into his strong legs.  As he stepped into a pair of cutoff jeans, she
got a glimpse of his manhood, still semierect and glistening with
their combined juices.

"Come on, El!" her half-brother Devon said.  "We'd better not keep her
waiting."

"Oh, all right," she said grumpily.  As she was getting dressed, Ellie
heard a knock on the door. 

"Ellie, are you and Devon in there?"

"Yeah, Mom," she answered, tying the shirttails of her shirt into a
loose knot that left her trim stomach exposed.  "Come on in."

Etienne stepped through the doorway and took in the scene before her.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything," she said while taking note of
the rumpled bedding.  Ellie's embarrassed look told her she had.

Devon walked out of the small bathroom that connected his room with
Ellie's.  "Hi, Mom," he said.  He walked over to her and wrapped
strong arms around her while placing a wet kiss on her mouth.  Eti
felt a surge of excitement swiftly arc through her as his tongue
flicked quickly into her mouth.

"What's up?"

Shaking off the warm feeling the embrace imparted to her, she
straightened her blouse before saying, "Your father and mother,"
nodding at Devon, "Will be here shortly and I thought you'd like to
welcome them home - with your clothes on."

The two teenagers looked back at her with almost identical guilty
looks.  Ellie, fair-skinned like Etienne, cast hazel-colored eyes at
her mother while Devon, lighter than Ellie but darker than Kymber,
looked around the room, the unusual brown/green color of his eyes
giving him a haunting look.  Both children bore characteristics from
their shared father as suggested by their high cheekbones.

Devon shook his head of reddish-brown hair.  "It's Ellie's fault," he
said, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

"Me?," exclaimed his half-sister, turning her head so fast that her
long black hair wrapped itself around her mouth.  Removing the ebony
strands from her mouth, she said, "How did it get to be my fault?"

"You looked so good.  I just had to have you!"  Ellie rolled her eyes
in exasperation.

"Okay kids, play nice," Etienne said, cutting off any further
"protests."  She turned at the sound of the front door opening.
"They're here!  Okay, let's go!"

As the trio descended the stairs, Lorne and Kymber were coming through
the door, their hands full of luggage.  Devon skipped around the two
women to help his parents.  "Here, let me get that, Dad," taking the
larger of the bags.  Once inside, the elder Williams gratefully
plopped into his favorite chair.  Kymber joined him, sitting on one
arm of the chair while Eti occupied the other.  As he wrapped an arm
around each woman, he took stock of his life right now.

At his right sat his daughter and mother of their daughter - Lorne had
to smile every time these thoughts entered his mind because you could
go crazy trying to keep straight.  At his left sat the mother of his
only son and, for the last year, his wife.  Sure, there was a major
difference in their ages; he was now 59 and Kymber 35 - but what did
it matter when you loved each other?

He had been hesitant about marrying Kymber - after all, they had been
in their current relationship for years without being married and it
hadn't affected their happiness, so he didn't see any reason to change
things.  Kymber had been just as happy.  Etienne, on the other hand,
felt it necessary, if for
no other reason than to maintain a presence of moral "rightness" to
the outside world.

Lorne looked at his two children making themselves comfortable on the
sofa.  Since being born, Ellie and Devon had known nothing but love.
Under the careful guidance of the trio of parents, they quickly and
easily accepted the incestuous nature of their family life.

"Especially Ellie," Lorne thought to himself as he remembered Ellie's
surprising impatience in wanting to get her hands - and mouth - on her
brother.  Devon, on the other hand, was like most boys in his early
years, having a great disdain for the opposite sex.  As he remembered
a particular incident involving the siblings, he laughed out loud,
drawing confused looks from his assembled family.

"What's so funny?", asked Ellie, noting that her father happened to be
looking at her when he started laughing.

"Oh, nothing," he said.  "I was just thinking about the time you took
advantage of Devon."

The object of their discussion blushed as everyone else remembered
that historic moment.


Part III, Chapter Fifteen

Ellie had been feeling pretty uncomfortable the last couple of hours.
For reasons she didn't understand, she was having a hard time
concentrating on her homework and an even harder time sitting still,
both unusual for her.  The answer to the simple math problem continued
to evade her, increasing her frustration.  Tossing her pencil aside,
she crossed the room to look out of her window. 

As she contemplated the clouds in the late Saturday afternoon skies,
she heard a noise coming from the bathroom she shared with her
brother.  Grateful for the distraction, she went to the bathroom and
stuck her head through the door.

Her 13-year-old brother Devon was peeling off his dirt-covered jersey,
revealing his slim, muscular body.  Though she was older by nine
months, you couldn't tell by looking at him.  His involvement in
sports, particularly soccer, was doing a great job of toning and
firming his body.

"Hi, Dev," she called out.  "How was the game?"

Devon tossed the jersey into the hamper and answered, "Not bad, El.
We lost three to two, but it was a good game."

He began to pull off the equally dirty shorts and socks, stopping to
start the water running in the shower.  He turned and looked at his
sister.  "What have you been up to?", not in the least bit
self-conscious about standing in front of his sister clad only in an
athletic supporter which, Ellie noted, didn't do much to hide the
impressive bulge of his still-developing maleness.

"Not much, just trying to get my homework done."

"I know; I've still got mine to do," he said stepping into the shower.
They talked while he showered, stopping only to hand him the shampoo,
As she passed the bottle through the slit in the curtain, she got a
good look at his body.  The sight of the rivulets of water flowing off
his young frame increased her discomfort by a factor of two.  She felt
a heat building inside her, accompanied by a spreading dampness
between her shapely legs.

"So this is what it feels like to be horny!" she thought, remembering
a conversation she had with her mother and aunt.  Ellie was so caught
up in this revelation that she never heard the water shut off.

"El?"

The sound of his voice startled her.  "Huh?"

"I said, hand me a towel, will you?", he repeated, stepping from the
shower.

Ellie couldn't take her eyes off his delicious-looking body.  Reaching
behind her, she grabbed a blue towel, embroidered with a stylized "W"
- and knocked over the container of shampoo, its contents dripping
from the dislodged cap.

Slightly annoyed, Devon took the towel from her.  "What's with you?
You're suddenly very clumsy."

Ellie ignored the jibe and tried to focus her attention on cleaning up
the spilled liquid.  Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped up the
thick, pearly liquid.  Looking up to deposit the tissue in the
wastebasket, she noticed the sensual way Devon dried himself . . .

Ellie blinked.  Sensual?  Where did that come from?  The heat inside
her had reached inferno proportions.  She was also aware of her skin
tingling and, of course, the ever present wetness between her legs.

Devon finished drying himself and looked toward his sister, wondering
if something was wrong.  Normally graceful, she was having a hard time
standing up normally graceful, it seemed to him.  Shrugging, he placed
the towel around his neck and padded off into his room.  Forgetting
his comb, he came to an abrupt halt.

Ellie walked right into him!

"Hey!" he said, spinning around to face his sister.  About to ask what
her problem was, he stopped and took a closer look at his sibling.
Ellie was staring at him, her eyes glazed.  To his untrained eyes, she
looked feverish - maybe she was sick or something?

"Did you want something, Sis?" he offered helpfully, not even
realizing that he'd just opened a door for her.

Ellie was dimly aware of his question, her eyes focused on the fleshy
tube of flesh which hung between his legs.  Absently, she licked her
lips as the strange new feelings invaded every pore of her being.
Somewhere deep inside, a door opened; visions of untold pleasures
tugged at her, their siren song beckoning her to pass through.
Without a moment of hesitation, she entered.

"Sis?"  Devon was really beginning to get worried.  He walked over to
her and placed his hands on her shoulders and saw she was shivering.
He gently cupped her face in his hands and looked into her hazel eyes.
Although a light sheen of perspiration covered her skin, she felt cool
to his touch.  Confused, he said, "I'd better call Mom - she'll know
what to do!"

As he turned to pick up the phone, Ellie stopped him, grabbing his
hands with a grip that surprised him.  "Devon, you don't have to call
anyone; I think this is something you can take care of."

Startled by the suddenly sultry voice, he took a nervous step
backwards as a voice inside him told him that something was about to
happen.  As he retreated, he tripped over the cleated shoe he had
discarded a few minutes ago.  He fell.  Ellie, still holding his hand,
fell with him and brother and sister ended in a heap on the deep pile
of the carpet.

Devon hit the floor hard; his sister's weight driving the air out of
him as she landed on top of him, the room spinning crazily as he tried
to catch his breath.  When opened his eyes, it surprised him to find
himself nose-to-nose with his sister, who was examining him closely.

"W-what are you . . . ?", he stammered as Ellie cut off his sentence,
placing her hot mouth on his.  His lips parted in surprise, allowing
her tongue to snake between them.  Devon was aware of the sounds of
heaving breathing, mixed with a scent he didn't recognize. 

Just a little past forever, Ellie broke the kiss, her passion now
coursing through her unimpeded.  She sat astride him, grinding her
hips against the bulge of manhood to relieve the insistent itch
between her legs.  She looked into her brother's eyes and saw the
mixed fear and excitement in them as she
slid her hands over his smooth chest.

Devon took that moment to collect his thoughts.  His own body tingled
in response to Ellie's touch, feeling the hard, hot shaft of flesh
rubbing against the rough material of Ellie's shorts.  He tried to sit
up, only to have Ellie push him back down.  As Ellie leaned forward,
her breasts pressing into him, he could feel the heat of her body.
Devon heard his hot sister moan as she ran her tongue under his jaw
line, pausing at the spot just behind his left ear.

Although their father told him this time would come, nothing he had
learned prepared him for the intoxicating sensations he was feeling.

Ellie's kisses on his neck and ears were tentative; she knew what to
do, having learned from her mother and aunt, but knowing and doing is
two different things.  As her passion grew, she found it harder to
concentrate on those things the older women had shown, finally letting
instinct take over. 
Her tongue left a wet trail down the right side of his neck until she
reached his nipple, which she teased by flicking her tongue over the
sensitive surface.  She felt her young brother shiver and it
encouraged her.  Breathing heavily, she kissed her way down his flat
tummy until his erection, bobbing wildly with every heartbeat, tapped
her gently under her chin.

"Ellie, no . . ." Devon's protests were weak.

"Shhh," she whispered, taking his cock gently in her hands.  Ellie
examined the beautifully shaped knob as it sat atop the
moderately-thick shaft, smiling when a large, clear drop of dew
appeared at the tiny slit.  Slowly, she extended her tongue and
allowed the droplet slide onto it.

Devon felt paralyzed as he watched his sister's tongue disappear into
her mouth as she tasted him, her eyes closing.  His once-dormant
passion was now alive, growing with each passing second.

"Mmmmm," Ellie moaned before drawing her hand upwards along the silky
smooth staff.  Another drop appeared - and quickly disappeared as she
lowered her mouth onto him.  Too much too fast, she gagged for a
moment and backed off until just the head remained.  Ellie's tongue
gained a mind of its own as it swirled around the ridges of the
darkening head.

Brightly colored lights exploded in Devon's head as his sister suckled
him.  "Ah, ah," he moaned as Ellie's head bobbed over him.  His eyes
flew open as he became aware of a powerful sensation that seemed to
originate from his toes.  Dimly, he knew it was related to the feeling
he'd experience when he masturbated - but this was 100 times stronger.
A heartbeat - and the sun exploded into a nova inside his head.

Ellie was in heaven, gobbling her brother's shaft with increasing
confidence, when she felt him stiffen and swell.  His body, which had
been thrashing wildly, went completely rigid.  She heard his breath
catch sharply - then Devon filled her mouth with a warm, sticky syrup.
Reflex made her jerk her head back as the last spurts of his seed
flowed from him, collecting in a creamy pool.

Devon was drowning in an ocean of intense feelings.  He lifted his
head in time to see Ellie's tongue licking the last drops of goo from
full lips.

"I. . . don't . . .  feel so good."  Devon was a jumble of conflicting
nerve impulses as he tried to speak.  His throat was horribly dry and
there was something wrong with his vision.  As he tried to collect
himself, he saw twin sisters removing their last piece of clothing.

As Ellie's bra joined the rest of her clothing, she noted that her
baby brother was still quite hard and moved to position her virgin
pussy above the instrument of her deflowering.  She shivered in
anticipation, remembering the warnings given to her by her mother.
"It will hurt at first," a voice whispered, "but it will pass."  She
grabbed the sperm-slick shaft and rubbed it experimentally along her
slit.  As the head passed across her clit, a wondrous  sensation
flowed through her, making her knees buckle slightly.  Using her free
hand to steady herself, Ellie rubbed the knob of his cock over
her clit again, relishing the chills the action sent through her.

As his cockhead passed through the soft, dark strands of her pussy,
the sensation sent electric shocks through him, causing him to arch
his back.  Another pass and his hips left the floor on their own
accord . . .  

. . . and the knob of his sex disappeared inside Ellie, stopping at
her maidenhead.  Ellie felt weak at that initial contact.  Gathering
her courage, she took a deep breath and sat hard on her brother's
cock.  A white-hot bolt of exquisite pain exploded through her as her
hymen tore, followed by the soothing warmth as her brother's rod
imbedded itself inside her.

"Oh, God!", she cried as the warmth spread throughout her overheated
flesh, causing her nipples to get harder.

Devon felt the incredible tightness of his sister's sheath, knowing
all the lessons he learned were becoming real.  Between the oral
loving and rupturing Ellie's cherry, his cock was very sensitive - a
little too sensitive, he learned as the tingling feeling returned.
His sac tightened in preparation to
unload its precious cargo.

Ellie could feel his rod growing larger inside her and, rocking her
backside slightly, she felt his seed splash inside her, luxuriating in
the hot stickiness of it as it coated her.  She sighed in contentment;
Ellie knowing she could now recognize being horny and, just as
important, what to do about it!  She leaned forward and planted wet,
loving kisses on Devon's lips.

"You okay?" she asked, with genuine concern.  Devon nodded, still
feeling the mind-numbing after effects of orgasm.

"Well, now!  What do we have here?"

Still joined and leaking steamy juices, brother and sister turned
toward the new voice - and found their parents standing just inside
the room with looks of amusement and love on their collective faces.

Lorne looked at the two young lovers before turning his attention to
Eti and Kymber.  "Looks like someone couldn't wait until we had our
little talk this evening, eh?"

Ellie climbed off Devon's prone form, his member exiting her with an
obscene sucking sound before coming to rest against his stomach.
Surprisingly, there wasn't a trace of the blood her mother told her
might be present.  She reached down, offering Devon her hand and
helped him stand before crossing to the still-smiling adults.

"How long were you standing there?", she asked.

Eti looked at her daughter and found it hard to hide the smile
threatening to take over her features.  "Long enough," she said.

"We saw everything after he spilled into your mouth," added Kymber.
"Impressive."

Devon came out of the bathroom after cleansing himself of the fruits
of their love.  "I suppose you were going to tell us not to, ah,
explore the possibilities with each other."

"On the contrary, son," responded Lorne.  "We were going to ask why
you hadn't and remind you there's no shame in expressing your love for
each other in this manner."  He chuckled.  "But it looks like you
figured that one out already!"

Ellie returned from cleaning up just in time to hear her father's last
words.  "So, it really is okay?", she asked hopefully.

Kymber took up the question.  "Sure it is honey!  In fact, since
you've gotten this far, things will be much better!"

Parents and children stood looking at each other before coming
together for a big, love-filled hug.


Part III, Chapter Sixteen

Devon stretched out across the bed, lost in thought.  He pondered how
his life had changed, especially since coming to terms with the
incestuous relationship he shared with the rest of his family.

Not that he thought there was anything wrong with the way they were
living, mind you.  Compared to the way some of his friends at school
lived, he had it made.  His parents were understanding, supportive and
loving.  Sure, they had their moments - what family with teenagers
didn't?  However, he had learned the love they shared with each other
made those situations far and few between.

Devon thought about his relationship with Ellie, whom he saw as more
than just his sister - they'd always been friends and were energetic
lovers.  A smile spread across his face as he thought about all the
times they had made love.

He more than understood the relationship between Lorne, Kymber and
Etienne; again, he saw nothing wrong with the situation, being taught
that love is love.  Nodding to himself, he remembered his aunt telling
him it made sense:  those people closest to them should love people as
completely as possible
- and that it shouldn't have limitations placed on it.

There was something on his mind, though.  For the last year or so, he
had been dying to put all the theories he'd learned over the years to
the test.  Not being as outgoing as his sister, Devon often balked at
approaching his mother and/or aunt and asking to make love with them -
and it wasn't because they would reject him.

What concerned the young man was his feeling of not being equal to the
task when it came down to making love with the older women.  He
frowned, knowing that it didn't matter if he were good or not; just
being able to show his love for them was proof enough.  "What am I
afraid of?" he asked himself.  "Man.  You couldn't have it any better
than this!"

Thinking that perhaps he should ask Ellie's advice on this one, he
crossed the room to their shared bathroom.  Since he didn't want to be
disturbed, the door on his side was closed.  Opening the door, he
stepped through the threshold.

Still lost in thought, he entered Ellie's room.  Upon hearing a giggle
he looked up, stopping dead in his tracks, discovering Ellie wasn't
alone.

"Mmmm," moaned the sexy voice that belonged to Ellie.  "Harder, do it
harder!"

Devon's eyes looked toward his sister and saw the dreamy look in her
eyes as her tongue moved sensuously across her lips.  One hand was
busy kneading a bare breast, while the other was entangled in a thatch
of familiar red hair.  He stood transfixed as his mother, positioned
between Ellie's upraised legs, slowly lapped at the younger woman's
pussy.

Not wanting to intrude, he turned to leave - and stopped.  He returned
his gaze to the scene before him, noting how inviting Kymber's
upturned bottom looked.  With her legs spread slightly, he could see
the folds of her femininity, the flame red hairs obviously damp with
moisture.  Devon's cock,
which had been stirring since first entering the room, was now at full
attention, throbbing against his body.

Devon's heart froze in his chest as Ellie opened one hazel eye and
spotted him.  She smiled at him and, upon freeing a hand from her
aunt's auburn tresses, pointed at the upturned globes of his mother's
ass.  Then she placed a finger against her lips, the sign he should be
quiet.

Now completely thawed, Dev's heart began pounding in his chest - talk
about getting what you asked for!  He removed his shirt, feeling his
nipples harden in the air-conditioned room.  Next, he stepped from the
restricting material of his shorts, his manhood springing free.  Ellie
moaned at the sight while
giving him the 'OK' sign before pointing toward the juicy offering.

Her back turned to the approaching youth, Kymber was unaware of what
was about to happen, completely focused on Ellie's clitoris and inner
labia, which she lavished wet kisses on.  She loved the musky, salty
taste of her young niece as flicked her tongue hard against the
sensitive bud of her clit.  The heat of her own sex was intense,
needing some attention and she arched her back and spread her legs
wider, causing her enticing bottom to raise higher, exposing more of
her juicy interior.

Kymber was concentrating hard on keeping up with the youngster's
squirming bottom as a spray of love juices splashed onto her tongue,
never realizing things were about to get much more interesting!

The redheaded beauty gasped as she felt a moist tongue penetrate her
sex, plunging easily into her well-lubricated slit.  Startled, she
instinctively tried to rise - only to be held in place by Ellie who
had timed Devon's approach - trapping Kymber's head between her silky
thighs.

As Devon's tongue explored his mother's pink sheath, he savored the
surprisingly sweet taste of her flesh, sucking on the delicate inner
lips.  Using his hands to spread Kymber's buttocks, he exposed more of
the flame-encases oyster of her pussy, sliding his tongue from the
quivering entrance to the tip of her blood-engorged clit and back.  He
repeated the stroke and was encouraged to feel his mother wiggle her
lovely bottom against his face.

With a lusty moan, he captured her clit and sucked as if his life
depended on it.  Kymber thrashed against the onslaught, her face
smashing into Ellie's mound - which caused the young woman to fall
into another orgasm, coating Kymber's face with woman stuff.

Exhausted, Ellie managed to slide from under the groaning adult.
Kymber tried again to escape, but Ellie grabbed her arms and held
them.  Despite this, the feverish redhead managed to twist slightly,
making Devon lose his grip on her clit.  With a grunt, he took her
legs and crossed them.  With a gentle tug, he caused his mother to
turn over onto her back.

Ellie, seeing the maneuver, released Kymber's arms just long enough
for the woman to be turned before taking possession of them again.
"Do her," she hissed.  "Love her till she can't stand any more!"
Without releasing her grip, she positioned herself so that she could
take advantage of their
"prisoner," sucking a hard nipple into her mouth.

The many sensations assaulted Kymber.  While Ellie trapped her hands,
Devon held her legs open with his strong hands, and Ellie lay across
her sweating body, sucking and licking her breasts and nipples.  She
didn't know who was between her legs, destroying her sanity.  An
orgasm sneaked up on her, adding its ferocious effects to the others,
sending her crashing into the wave.  In rapid succession, she
experienced two more orgasms, each stronger that the other.

"Oh, God," she hissed.  "More!  More!"

Devon was beyond hearing, beyond understanding.  His lust was in total
control, driving him to eat at her flesh.  His tongue flicked down to
the tight buttonhole of her ass.  As he flicked it across the wrinkled
surface of her backdoor, he used the tip of his nose to keep her on
the edge.  Devon teased his sexy mother for a few moments more, unable
to deny his own release any longer.

Kymber was lost in the throes of passion when she felt the tongue
withdraw.  The ripping sensation of a hard, thick penis penetrating
her dripping folds quickly replaced any disappointment she felt.  As
the invading cock embedded itself into her, she immediately knew the
identity of her 'assailant'. 
Opening her eyes, she looked backwards into Devon's face.  Pleasure
filled it with lust and contorted with exertion as he plunged into her
with deep, fast strokes.

"Devon, honey," she panted.  "Slowly!"

"Don't listen to her, Dev," laughed Ellie.  "Give it to her good!"

Devon lifted his mother's legs higher, settling into a good rhythm,
rocking her body with each savage thrust.

"Yes!  That's it, baby brother!" shouted a gleeful Ellie as she
fingered herself.  "Do her!  Do her!"

Kymber shook under the sexual onslaught as her son drove into her.  A
part of her mind calmly noticed his cock was just as thick as his
father's, if not as long.  However, Devon had the advantage of being
years younger.  What he lacked in experience, Devon made up with
enthusiasm.  Kymber shoved the moment of introspection into a mental
corner, having it replaced with the beginnings of an orgasmic wave
front.  The wave crested and slammed into her, coruscating along her
nervous system, spreading like a wildfire.

Devon felt his mother's sheath contract around him as she burned in
the climatic fires he'd generated in her.  He wallowed in the
luxurious feel of her body and knew that his love for her was now
complete and fulfilling.  Devon had been doing all he could to hold
back his own orgasm, wanting the moment to go on forever.  His
relative lack of experience, combine with the almost indescribable
feel of being deep inside his own mother, was enough to send him over
the edge.  Hot blood filled and stretched his cock, making a snug seal
against the velvety walls of Kymber's vagina as he spilled into her.

"Aaaahhh!"  Devon's body shook with the effort of filling his mother
with love.

Kymber felt the first spurts splash hot against the entrance of her
womb.  "Oh, yes!  YES!  Fill me, Devon!  Fill me with your love,
baby!"

Devon collapsed onto the hot softness of his mother's body as the
final spurts of semen  flowed into her.  Kymber wrapped her arms
around her son and kissed him.  Ellie joined the spent lovers.

"Wow, Dev," she said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.  "That was
really something!" Weakly, Devon smiled at Ellie.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," he began.  "But, Mom, when I saw you and
El like that, I just had to jump in!"

Running her fingers through his damp hair, Kymber returned his smile.
"That's okay, hon.  It was about time you and I got together!"

Kymber lay between Devon and Ellie, feeling the love flowing between
them.  Not only did she feel closer to them physically but, like
Devon, she felt complete emotionally.  As she drifted off to sleep,
she wondered what would happen if the whole family joined the party .
. .


Part III, Chapter Seventeen

"What are you thinking about, Dad?"

Lorne looked up at Etienne's voice as she curled up next to him on the
sofa.  "Oh, hi, Peaches."  He shifted his position, allowing Eti to
put her head in his lap.  "I wasn't thinking about anything really
important.  I was just wondering where the family is going."

Eti looked up at him.  "Going?  I don't understand."

Lorne ran a finger gently along the ridge of Etienne's nose.  "Our
future.  Where do we go from here?"

Eti was thoughtful.  "We've known love and togetherness for years now.
The children couldn't be any more happy.  I'm happy and so are you and
Kymber.  What more can there be?"

Lorne nodded in agreement.  "That's just what I was wondering myself."
He looked out the large plate glass window, watching as Ellie and
Devon played in the pool.  Glancing a bit to his right, Kymber was
sunning herself, her red hair standing out against the deep tan on
which she'd been working.  Even from where he sat, he could see' the
strands of silver which were beginning to appear.

"We've done all right for ourselves, haven't we?"

Eti opened one eye at his question.  "We have, indeed."  Turning to
face him, she asked, "Dad, what are you worried about?"

"Devon and Eleanor.  What effect has our lifestyle had on them?"

"I've never seen a brother and sister so close.  They're lovers and,
more important, they're great friends."

"This is true," Lorne allowed.

"So, what's the problem?"

"Well, they're growing up.  Soon, they will have to think about
finding their own paths."

"Ah, I see.  You're wondering if they'll keep up the family
tradition'!"

"Yes!  That's it!"

"Dad, if you know that the children will have to find their own way in
life, then you also know it will be their choice."

Of course, Lorne was all too aware of this.  "We've learned if you're
going to love one another, there should be no barriers.  We've
eliminated guilt from their lives.  No, misconceptions, no lies - just
love."

"Don't you think they know that?"  Etienne looked at the scene taking
place in the yard.  Stretched out on a chaise, Ellie was applying sun
screen to Devon's back as he talked to his mother.  She waved to Devon
to get his attention.  When he looked up, she pointed at Kymber.
Devon reached over and tapped his mother on the leg and pointed toward
the house.  Kymber followed his finger and Eti waved for her to come
in.

"What's up?" she asked as she closed the sliding door.

"Somebody's worried about the kids," Eti replied, jerking a thumb in
Lorne's direction.

"Again?  Honey, I though we talked about this last night?"

Etienne looked at her father, surprised.  "You did?"  Lorne's only
answer was a shrug.

Eti got up and went to the patio door.  "Dev?  El?  Would you please
come in for a moment?"

The two teenagers exchanged glances.  "Sure, Mom," answered Ellie.
Once inside, Eti gestured for them to join the adults in the family
room.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Devon.

Without preamble, Eti said "Your father is concerned about your
futures."  Ellie and Devon both looked at Lorne, who just threw up his
hands.

"This isn't a big deal!" he protested.  "I was just thinking!"

"So, what is he worried about?"

Eti brought the siblings up to speed with Kymber filling in the
blanks.  Brother and sister sat thinking for a long moment before
speaking.  Devon let Ellie speak first.

"I can understand why you're worried, Dad.  I think I speak for both
of us when I say we won't forget the lessons you've taught us."

Devon nodded.  "If all we've ever learned was how important love is in
a family, would it be wrong of us not to pass along this knowledge?"

"In order for you to share your knowledge, you have to have someone to
share it with!  You two spend more time with each other than you do
with anyone else!"  Lorne felt a bit exasperated.  Eti placed a hand
on his shoulder tenderly.

"True," answered Devon.  "Ellie and I love each other!  Why does that
surprise you?"

Ellie took up the challenge.  "Isn't this what you and Mom and Kymber
has been telling us all these years?  For us to love each other?"

Kymber spoke.  "That much is true; I guess your father didn't figure
on you two choosing not to have boyfriends and girlfriends."

Devon laughed and reached over to hug his sister.  "Mom, there isn't
anyone else I'd rather be with than El.  We understand each other,
especially when one of us isn't feeling well."

Ellie returned the hug with equal affection.  "As a lover, no one
understands my needs better than Dev.  Oh, and you, Dad."

Lorne waved off the explanation.  "I knew what you meant, dear.  I
just wanted to be sure you were still happy with things, that's all."

Kymber stood and stretched.  "Well, we've settled this.  Now, how
about we get changed and go out to dinner?  My treat!"

As everyone got up, Devon and Ellie pulled Etienne over to one side.
Lorne noticed they were excited about something, although he couldn't
hear the whispered conversation.  As he locked the patio door, he
heard Eti say, "Really?  Hey, Kymmie - you gotta hear this!"  Lorne
returned to the family room in time to see Ellie hand something to
Kymber.  Kymber stared at the object in her hand before looking at
Devon and Ellie in turn.

"Come on, break it up!" Lorne said while clapping his hands.  "Go get
changed and let's eat - I'm starving!"

"Be ready in a minute, Dad."  Devon turned and ascended the staircase,
with Ellie right behind him playfully grabbing at his backside.

Kymber handed him the object and headed for the stairs.  "What's
this?" he asked.  Eti made a beeline for the front door.

>From the top of the stairs, Kymber said, "Ellie's pregnancy test
results."

Lorne felt a peculiar chill flow through him as he turned the bit of
plastic over.  Bright blue.

Out of sight in the upper hallway, Ellie looked at Kymber.  "Do you
think he looked at it?"  The trio heard a muffled thump.  Kymber
peered down the stairs and spotted the prone form of her husband.

"Yeah, he saw it all right!"  She turned to her son.
"Congratulations, Dev."


ETIENNE:  LEARNING TO LOVE

Part IV, Chapter One

Devon Williams paced the room like a caged animal, deep in thought,
waiting for his parents to return from their outing.  He stopped and
looked out the window as if searching for the answer to some unknown
question before continuing his frenetic motion.

His sister, Ellie, watched from her place on the sofa, her hands
absently rubbing the round swelling in her abdomen.  "I don't know
what you're worried about," she said.  "Dad is reasonable and he
shouldn't find your proposal unusual."

Devon stopped his pacing to look at his pregnant sister, feeling first
the love he had for her before experiencing a moment of frustration.
"Yeah, I know.  I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to
approach it with him."

Ellie's eyes rolled heavenward as she shook her head.  "Just tell him
what's on your mind, silly!  That's the easiest way to go about it." 

"Hah!  Easy for you to say."  The young man continued pacing the room.

Ellie continued to watch her brother and father of her child prowl the
room for a few more minutes before getting up to intercept him,
grunting with the effort.  At seven months, moving around had taken on
a different meaning.  As she stood, the baby shifted position and
spent a few queasy moments getting comfortable.  She caught up to him
and took his hand.

"Dev?"

"Ellie?"

"I can think of something you can do more productively than walking a
hole in the carpet."

Smiling, Devon said, "I'm sure you can!  What's on your horny mind
this time?"

Returning his smile with one of her own, Ellie placed his hand on her
breast, filled with milk for their unborn child.  "What's on my mind
is lust, my dear brother.  I'm not one to complain, but you've been
shirking your duties here lately."

Devon looked into Ellie's expectant face then looked down at her
stomach.  Ellie followed his glance. 

"Oh, don't let that stop you!  I suppose you're thinking loving me
will harm the little one?" Devon nodded.

"Well, don't.  He or she is quite safe, more than I can say for you."
Ellie reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock stirring.
Before he could utter a word in protest, Ellie covered his mouth with
hers, forcing her tongue into his mouth.  Reflex took over as Devon
responded to the kiss,
returning it with equal passion.

"Wanna go upstairs?" he asked as their lips parted.

"No.  Take me right here, right now!"  Ellie began unfastening his
pants as Devon nibbled at her neck and ears.  "Ooh, now you're getting
the right idea!"

Devon grunted a reply as he stepped out of his pants, nearly losing
his balance as Ellie tugged at his briefs, finally freeing his
swelling member.  Ellie stepped back from their embrace and removed
her own constricting clothing as Devon removed his T-shirt, adding it
to the pile at their feet.

Gingerly, Ellie knelt before Devon and ran her tongue along the
underside of his shaft, making her brother sway slightly.  "Mm,
tasty," she cooed as she took him into her mouth and sucked gently on
the tip.  Filling both hands with his firm buttocks, she tongued the
crown with quick, teasing movements, losing herself in the pleasure.

Devon rocked slightly as Ellie filled her mouth with more of his rigid
shaft, his knees buckling as the pleasure intensified.  Her mouth as
warm and moist against him as she licked his sac, sucking each
testicle gently into her mouth and covering them generously with
saliva.  "I could just eat you alive," she said, looking up at his
ecstasy-filled face while stroking him with her hand.

Devon knelt in front of her and kissed her deeply, relishing his salty
taste on her lips before lowering his head to a swollen nipple.  His
tongue teased the erect flesh, drawing lazy circles around the
darkened areola while his hand cupped the fleshy pendant of breast.
Capturing the nipple, he sucked
hard, greedily slurping down his reward of warm milk.

"Ow!  Not so hard!" Ellie protested.  She cradled his head and held
him close as he suckled her, feeling strangely content and more
excited.

"Sorry," he whispered.  "It just tastes so damn good."  He repeated
his attack on her other nipple, lest it started to feel neglected.
The warm milk splashing into his mouth heightened his arousal while
reminding him of the time he spent at his mother's breast.  With his
thirst slaked, he eased his sister onto her back, now in search of
something more potent to partake of.

Ellie spread her legs - not an easy task - to allow her brother access
to her damp center, catching the musky, heady scent of her sex.  As
Devon mouth met her swollen labia, she couldn't keep from thinking of
the thrills he was about to give her.  If Devon had one strong suit,
other than his incredible stamina, it was his ability to knock her
senseless with his mouth and tongue on her pussy.  He just seemed to
know every nook and cranny and every ultra-sensitive spot.  She
shuddered, feeling the rasp of his tongue against her inner lips,
probing her defenses momentarily before stiffening and plunging into
her inner folds.

Devon placed his hands under Ellie, lifting her to his mouth.  As his
tongue penetrated her, he could feel the slick juices smearing
themselves against his face.  He probed her deeply and slowly,
enjoying the sensory show of taste, feel, and smell.  Hot and pungent,
he tasted her sex, feeling the tremors
which ran against his invading tongue.

Ellie experienced a moment of disappointment as his tongue exited her
sheath, but not for long.  She inhaled sharply as he sucked her
clitoris into his eager mouth.  "Oh, baby!  Yes!  Ooooh, I just love
it!"  Ellie moved against him as he lapped her juices, knowing he
wouldn't stop until . . . 

The orgasmic tide swept over her without the usual warnings.  One
moment she was warm and content, working her heated love furiously to
keep up with his blistering pace.  The next moment found her suddenly
caught in an explosion of ecstatic bliss.  Ellie squirted jet after
jet of tangy fluid into his mouth as she thrust savagely against his
face.

Devon bore the orgasmic onslaught as he fought to keep up with the
stinging jets of love juices, now spilling from his mouth and flowing
down his already slick chin.  Giving his sister a few more licks for
good measure, he rose and turned the helpless woman onto her knees.
Before using his own knees as a wedge to spread her, Devon reached
over and grabbed a handful of discarded clothing and placed them under
her swollen belly.  That done, he impaled her onto his turgid shaft
with one long, slow, careful thrust.  Feeling Ellie's puffy inner
sheath close around his prick, he sighed.  "Oh, this feels so good."

Ellie could only respond with a moan as her brother penetrated her
deeply, adding to the full feeling already present.  With her head
propped on her arms, she gave in to his urgent thrusts, each rocking
her.  She loved the way he spread her sex wide, loved the feel of the
ridges of veins which ran along
the moderately thick shaft of his penis.  Ellie felt the knob of his
cock bump against her womb carefully.  It wasn't painful - Devon knew
better than to allow himself to get carried away.  It only served to
remind her that his pleasure was hers - and oh, how he was pleasing
her!

Devon could feel his cock growing larger inside Ellie, knowing it
wouldn't be long before he released his own love into her.  "Oh,
shit," he exclaimed, his eyes growing wide with wonder as he
ejaculated, pumping his white stickiness into her steamy center.  The
initial shock wave slammed into him as his hips ground into her.

"Umm, that's right my love.  I want it all!"  Ellie felt him flooding
her with his love and flexed her inner muscles to milk out every drop.

Exhausted, Devon withdrew from Ellie's fleshy prison, feeling the
pain/pleasure as her walls scraped along the now-tender shaft of his
maleness.  He helped his sister turn onto her side before sitting next
to her.

"You know, Sis, you were right.  That was much more fun than pacing
and worrying."

"Worrying about what?" came a new voice.  As Ellie propped herself on
one elbow, Devon turned toward the sound.

Seated on the sofa, Lorne looked at his children, barely able to hide
his amusement.  Seated at either side of him, Etienne and Kymber had
matched looks of happiness.  Devon stood and crossed the short
distance between his other family members.

"Dad, Mom.  Aunt Eti.  It's good to have you home."

Bending to kiss his mother and aunt,  both women could savor the taste
of lust still on his lips.  He knelt before his father, acknowledging
him with a solemn nod of his head.  After a moment, Ellie joined him.

Lorne felt strangely kinglike at this display of fealty; his queens'
at his side while the prince and princess supplicated themselves
before him.  "I trust all is well," he said, shaking off the odd
feeling.  "At least, it looked like everything is still working."

Both offspring blushed.  "As usual, it was Ellie's fault," Devon
responded.

Ellie took the bait.  "It's always my fault!  I can't help it if he's
good at what he does!"

Eti and Kymber looked at each other, their smiles widening.  "They do
look quite good together, don't they?" quipped Kymber.

"They do seem to, ah, fit each other perfectly," added Etienne.

Lorne laughed.  "They do at that!"  He playfully tapped Devon on the
jaw.  "A chip off the old block, I think."

Both Ellie and Devon basked in the love their parents had for them.
Ellie poked Devon with an elbow.  "Now is a good time."

"It is not!", Devon protested.  "It can wait.  They just got in."

Lorne looked from one to the other.  "What is it a good time for and
why can it wait?  You know the rules, kids; if there's something that
has to be discussed, there's no time like now to do it."

When Devon hesitated, Ellie poked him harder.  Devon winced.  "Okay,
okay!  Stop poking me!"

"Dad, I need to talk to you about something."  Looking at his sister,
aunt and mother, he added, "Alone, if possible."

"We've never had any secrets between us, son," Lorne said with a small
frown.

"Oh, I don't have anything to hide, but, shit, it's sort of a 'guy'
thing."

Kymber and Etienne stood, going over to Ellie to help her stand.
"Okay, guys, we can take a hint.  Come on, El, let's get this mess
cleaned up and go do our 'woman' thing and leave the menfolk to their
business!"

Both men looked at the departing women, shaking their heads in unison.
"I don't know about them sometime," remarked Devon.

"Me either," added his father.  Looking back at his son, he asked,
"Would you like to talk here or somewhere else?"

Devon looked around the room before saying, "Can we talk in your
study?"

"Sure.  You wanna put something on?"

"No.  Besides, they took my clothes with them."

Shrugging, Lorne rose and led his son to the study.  As they entered
the room, Devon took a moment to examine the added-on room's
furnishings, noting how they reflected his father's tastes.  Lorne
motioned to the small sofa and they sat.

"So!  What's on your mind, son?"

Devon thought for a moment before answering.  "You know I have nothing
but love and respect for you, right?"

Lorne nodded in agreement, but didn't rush the younger man.

"Then you also know I fully support the way we live our lives
together."  Another nod.

"In that case, would you mind answering a question for me?"

"Not at all," Lorne answered, wondering where this conversation was
headed.

"You've said we should - and could - openly show our love for each
other.  There's no bad feeling between us if I'm making love to Mom or
Etienne or even El."

"This is true.  What's your question?"

Devon shifted nervously against the leather-covered mini-sofa.  "My
question is, well, why haven't you and I done the same for each
other?"

Startled, Lorne's mouth opened as if to answer, only to be cut off by
Devon's upraised hand.

"I've wanted to make love with you for a very long time and I was
wondering if there was some reason we haven't."

Lorne sat in stunned silence, his head swimming.  The question hit him
like a ton of bricks, leaving him with a numb feeling.  "I... I never
thought. . ."

Devon cast an apologetic look in Lorne's direction.  "Dad, don't let
it bother you too much; there was no way for you to know.  I've been
debating it for a long time and, finally, I've gotten around to
asking."

He swallowed before adding, "I don't expect anything to come of this,
but I had to ask."

Finished, Devon sat back and enjoyed the feeling of relief washing
over him.  In posing the question to his sire, a great weight had been
lifted from him.

Lorne looked at his son, taking note of the calm etched on his face,
wishing he felt what Devon was feeling.  Finally, he found his voice.

"Son, I have to be honest with you.  It never crossed my mind.  We've
always said things should happen on their own and, damn, up till now,
it's never happened."

"Doesn't mean I never wanted it to happen."

"True enough.  Clearly, you have me at a disadvantage."

"I know; I should have made my feelings known before now and I accept
responsibility for not doing so."

"Dev, it's not about  accepting responsibility!  It's about being
happy with each other!  To tell the truth, I'm flattered to know you
have these feelings for me."

Devon visibly relaxed and looked into his father's eyes.  In them, he
saw nothing but love and honesty.  "Can I offer more explanation?"

"Please," Lorne urged, now becoming intrigued.

"Remember, oh, a few weeks ago, when you and Mom were in the pool?
Well, I was in my room listening to music when I saw you two going at
it."

Lorne felt a flush of excitement as he recalled the day.  He had taken
Kymber right there in the pool, the sun-warmed waters adding myriad
sensations to a particularly lust-filled moment.

Since he remembered, Devon continued.  "When you climbed out of the
pool, I got a good look at you and knew I had to have you."  A small
chuckle, followed by "Seeing you naked and still a little hard got me
really excited, so much I had to, ahem, take matters into my own
hand."

"When Mom got out and started sucking you, I was wondering what it
would feel like to have you in my mouth."  Devon's voice took on a
dreamlike quality.  "Years of frustration came to the front as she did
you and I watched, doing myself.  I was so hot watching you two
together - you guys always did excite me - and I decided to say
something about it."

It did not surprise Lorne to know Devon watched them while they made
love.  Wasn't the first time nor likely to be the last.  He was
surprised, however, to learn he was the object of Devon's love.

"Still, Dad, you gotta know I haven't given up on Mom and the others.
I might be hornier than the average son, but I'm not crazy!"

Lorne felt a strange combination of excitement, pride, and
embarrassment.  His mind flashed back to the night of the party and he
remembered feeling Geoff's steely member invading his then-virgin
backside.  In retrospect, he supposed it wasn't all that bad, but
alcohol and lust always produced some interesting results.

Looking back at his naked son, he had to notice the younger man's cock
resting in the crease created by the joining of thigh and abdomen,
covered by the dried secretions left behind from his romp with Ellie.

"Son, I don't know what to say," he finally said.  "I more than
appreciate your interest and I have to admit it could be interesting."

Devon relaxed, his fear of being rejected passing over him.  "I'm glad
you understand, Dad.  Like I said, you've taught us to love each other
without exception and, well, I feel our time has come."

Lorne took a deep breath and knew the truth of Devon's words.  "Yes,
you're quite right.  As a family, we have to experience love totally
or not at all."  In his mind, a switch tripped over, completing a
connection and he knew what he had to do.  Reaching across the short
distance between them, Lorne took Devon's hand.  "Stand up."

Devon rose and Lorne guided him until the younger man faced him.  As
Lorne drew his son closer, he felt a tingle of excitement at crossing
another checkpoint in his life.  His eyes took in the sight of Devon's
maleness, watching it stir as it filled with blood.  Without a second
thought, he took the rounded knob of Devon's cock between his lips.

In truth, Lorne had never done this before and the tactile sensations
at this first contact assaulted his senses.  Tangy with dried juices
and silky smooth despite the rapid hardening taking place, Lorne took
more of his son's flesh into his mouth, twirling his tongue along the
shaft.

Devon sighed as more of his cock disappeared into his father's mouth.
It felt so right, so complete.  He reached down and gently caressed
his father's face, feeling the bulge in his cheeks.

Lorne experienced a moment of panic as the swollen head of Devon's
shaft made its way into his throat, causing him to gag.  He backed off
and the choking feeling vanished, allowing him to lavish much needed
attention to the bulbous head and thick shaft.  He sucked noisily,
getting into the passion of the moment.  Withdrawing until only the
head remained, Lorne sucked hard on the spongy flesh and ran his
tongue along the underside of the crown.

Devon shuddered and his knees buckled slightly.  He felt strong hands
on his buttocks supporting him.  His cock was still a bit tender; the
pain and pleasure changing places from one moment to the next.  This
was everything he had ever hoped for . . . 

Lost in the new sensations, Lorne grew bolder, taking Devon's pulsing
member deep into his throat.  He ignored his gag reflex as his nose
nestled against the curly pubic hairs of Devon's pelvis.  His hands
gently massaged the tight sac of the younger man's testes and he
wondered why he'd never done this before!  His own cock strained
against his body as he repeated the motion, savoring the delicious
feel which pleased something deep inside him. 

It wasn't long before Devon's shaft grew thicker, the ripples running
along the shaft signaling his impending release of sperm.  "Oh, Dad,
yes.  I'm gonna do it!  I'm gonna. . ."

Lorne wisely withdrew back to the head of Devon's cock as the first
spurts of cream flowed into his mouth.  Devon's body convulsed as he
pumped love into his mouth, thick and hot.  The salty taste surprised
him - but he drank from Devon's fountain just the same until Lorne
consumed the last drop. 

Lorne sat back, breathing hard, his mind was a swirling mass of
emotions.  "Wow," he thought.  "That was really something!"  Devon was
down on one knee trying to shake the fuzzy feeling from his head left
by his orgasm.  Lorne smiled as the young man's body continued to
tremble as the intense feeling ran its course.  The elder Williams
felt the soothing peace mixed in with his own need for release.

"Not bad for a rookie, huh?"

Devon raised his head and tried to focus his eyes on the smiling face
in front of him.  "I'll say!  That was. . .  wow!"  Devon's words
trailed off as a stray convulsion ripped through his body, leaving him
feeling lightheaded.  Still feeling a bit dizzy, he knelt before Lorne
and released the turgid flesh
trapped inside.  Free of the confining material, Lorne's cock sprang
forward, a long strand of clear lubricant landing against Devon's
cheek.

"Now, it's your turn," he murmured, closing his hand around the hot
flesh and pumping it.  "I've been waiting for this moment for a long
time . . ."  Devon flicked out his tongue, letting it wrap around
Lorne's cock.  For Devon, this was more than just an opportunity to
satisfy his bisexual cravings.  It was a chance for him to give thanks
to the man responsible for his existence.  He wanted to taste the seed
which gave him life.

Lorne watched in fascination as his son's pink tongue made its way
down his engorged shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva.  He felt a
hot, enticing queasiness as Devon lavished attention to his scrotum,
sucking each of the large, almond-shaped testicles into his mouth
before slowly making his way to
the mushroom-shaped crown - which he promptly made disappear between
surprisingly sensual lips.

"How much like his mother he looks," Lorne thought idly, watching the
thick shaft vanish between pouting lips.  Feeling the full heat of his
passion, Lorne thrust gently into his son's mouth, delighting in the
feel of Devon's quivering, raspy tongue as it touched him.  Reaching
down, Lorne entwined
his fingers in Devon's moderately long hair as the young man pleasured
him.

Filled with his father's cock, Devon grunted with the effort of
keeping a steady rhythm.  "He's so big," he thought, again trying to
swallow the older man whole.

"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," came a soft voice.
"Just let it slide into your mouth, honey - don't fight it."

Lorne opened an eye and found Kymber sitting on the arm of the sofa,
an aura of love surrounding her.  She smiled at her husband.  "I was
wondering what was taking so long."

Lorne could only mumble a reply as Devon heeded his mother's advice.
In the space of a single breath, he could feel Devon's nose nestled
against the base of his cock.

Kymber left her perch on the sofa and knelt beside her son.  "That's
it, baby.  Suck him good!  Show him how much you want this, how much
you love him."  She ran her hands along his perspiring body, letting
her nails trail along the exposed skin of his back.  Devon was awash
with passion, all of his senses under assault.  Encouraged by his
mother's gentle urging, he increased his sucking motion.

Lorne felt an odd separation; one part of him was close to orgasm, not
caring about anything except reaching the summit.  Another part
watched impassively as Kymber leaned forward and whispered something
into her son's ear.  Lorne saw the boy nod - and his eyes went wide as
a stiff finger penetrated his backside.  The sudden invasion caught
Lorne completely off guard; the slowly
approaching wave suddenly increased speed and crashed into him --
hard.

Devon felt the war of contractions in his father's body.  The tight
ring of muscle clamped down on his finger as the first spurts of
creamy seed splashed into and filled his hungry mouth.  Devon tried to
capture as much of the sweet reward as possible, but found the love
too much for him to keep up with as little rivers of love seeped from
the tight seal his mouth made on the jerking manhood.

Lorne's hands clutched the cushions as wave after wave of intense
pleasure cycled through every pore in his body while Devon's finger,
feeling like a hot poker, probed his bottom.  He gasped as his son
consumed the final dregs of his ejaculate and his cock, softening, lay
throbbing against his belly. 
Gingerly, Lorne removed himself from the invading finger, while
feeling the blood pounding in every part of his body.

"You've done this before, haven't you?", Lorne asked, his composure
finally returning.  Devon looked up at him with. . .  admiration?
Lorne wasn't sure what he saw in that fleeting moment and, frankly, he
didn't care right now.

"First time for me, too," came the quiet reply.  "You okay?"

Lorne took in a deep breath.  "I'm fine, son.  Thank you."

"No, my father, thank you!  You've made my life complete and I love
you for it."  Devon leaned forward and placed his head in his father's
lap, stopping along the way to plant a wet kiss on the now-soft
instrument of pleasure.

Kymber knelt between the exhausted men.  "You really look good
together.  Lorne?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you know how much he loves you?"

"If I didn't know before, I know now."  Lorne sat quietly, his mind
taking in the recent events.

"How was it for you?"

"Giving or receiving?"

"Take your pick; I'd like to hear both sides."

As Lorne prepared to share his feelings with Kymber, they were joined
by Etienne.

"I feel like I missed something," she said sitting next to Kymber.

"Lorne was about to tell me his feelings about Devon, weren't you
honey?"

Nodding, Lorne spoke.  "It was so different!  Before I even realized
it, I had him in my mouth."

Eti flashed Kymber a questioning look.  Kymber shook her head and
placed a slim finger to her lips.

"I found myself thinking about a couple of things.  One, I couldn't
believe I was doing this.  As I sucked more of him, it started to
feel. . . good."

Eti looked at her father, with love in her eyes.  "It's hard to
describe, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is.  Feeling him in my mouth and hearing his moans of
pleasure electrified me, filled me with so much desire to continue."

"Now you know how we feel when we're doing you.  It's so very
special."

Lorne nodded before continuing.  "Kym, when he came, I could feel him
growing in my mouth right before the first spurt.  For some reason, I
felt really proud of myself."

Etienne agreed with her father.  "It's a good feeling when it spills
out and, of course, it just taste so yummy!"

Lorne stood and stretched, frowning at the popping sounds his body
made.  Going over to the framed photograph of the family, he stared at
it for a long minute before turning to wife and daughter.

"You know, when he started on me, I thought it wouldn't be any
different than having one of you doing it."

"What did you learn, Dad?"

"I learned it's as different as night and day, with the main
difference being attitude."

"Attitude?"  Kymber and Eti exchanged a puzzled look.

"I was thinking that another man was making love to my cock.  At
first, I was a little scared, but after a few minutes, my whole
outlook on the deal changed.  It stopped being a question of a
man-on-man thing, becoming one person loving another."  Lorne shook
his head.  "It takes some getting used to, doesn't it?"

Etienne and Kymber joined him, wrapping their arms around him.
"You'll get used to it soon enough," Kymber assured him.


Part IV, Chapter Two

Ellie stood in front of the full length mirror, examining her naked
form while gently cupping one milk-filled breast in one hand.  Turning
to one side she frowned, noticing her distended abdomen.  Absently,
she ran her hands along the curves of her belly, shaking her head.
Although her pregnancy was proceeding well, Ellie still felt awed with
the knowledge a child was growing inside her.

The young woman slipped into her nightgown before crossing the room,
turning off the light and curling up in her bed.  Outside, the night
sky was clear, the quarter moon casting its pale light onto the
freshly fallen snow.  Snowflakes carried on the wind glittered past
the window as Ellie took stock
of her life. 

"One more month to go.  God, I'm so tired."

Carefully, she shifted her position, wishing the baby would stop
kicking long enough for her to get comfortable.  Patting her tummy,
she said, "Oh, be still!"  As if her plea was heard, the baby finally
settled in one place - for now.  Ellie breathed a sigh of relief,
returning to her thoughts.

Something was missing from her life, she decided.  Trying to identify
the missing ingredient was proving to be more difficult than she had
expected.  Ellie knew she wasn't suffering from a lack of love;
between Devon, Kymber and her parents, there was plenty of love and
attention to go around several times.

Ellie felt warm and secure as she thought about each member of the
family.  There was Devon; brother, friend, lover and father of her
baby.  Probably the most attentive of anyone  in the family, he saw to
her every need.  Not from a sense of obligation, mind you; Lorne had
made it clear that love shouldn't be looked at as an obligation or
chore.

Ellie smiled as her brother's strong features faded from her mind,
being replaced by the fine, gentle features of her aunt, Kymber, the
family's free-spirit who always looked to the bright side of any
situation.  Her cool green eyes, however, hid a mischievous, playful
nature and a bold, brash sexuality.

The flame-haired vision was replaced by the calm, intelligent face of
her mother.  Whenever a situation got out of hand, Mom was always
there, able to say just the right thing to set everything right for
everyone.  Just a hint of a smile creased Ellie's face as she thought
of the sexual hellion hidden beneath the calm exterior.

Last, but certainly not least, there was her father.  Ellie blinked in
surprise at the sudden surge of lust she felt, her nipples tingling as
they became erect.  Lorne represented all which was right in the
world.  Dedicated, unselfish, and, as far as Ellie was concerned,
all-knowing in that he would never steer the family in the wrong
direction.

As her father's face faded away, Ellie became more aware of the
tingling making its way through her body, heightening her senses.
>From Devon's room, she could hear love being made.  The slightly
muffled grunts and groans increased the feelings inside her, causing
her to shift uncomfortably.

"I'm horny," she thought.  Through the closed door, she could hear -
her mother? - cry out in delight at whatever Devon was doing to her.

As the sounds of passion increased, so did Ellie's discomfort.
Reaching across the wide expanse of stomach, her fingers sought and
found her center, parting the full lips of her vulva to expose her
clitoris.  However, before she could begin to ease the itch, Ellie
heard a soft tapping on the bedroom
door.

Frustrated, she called out, "Come in - it's open!"

The door opened and Lorne poked his head in.  "Hi, baby!  I just
stopped by to check on you."

Ellie was pleased - and electrified; her father's appearance would
fill the bill just fine!

In a voice husky with mounting lust, she said, "Just the person I was
looking for."  Ellie slid over to allow Lorne to sit next to her.

"You were looking for... mmpff!"

Any further words were cut off as Ellie covered her father's mouth
with hers, filling the moist cavern with her tongue.  Her hands were
busy, literally tearing the shirt from his back before fumbling with
his belt buckle.  It took a little doing, but after a few frantic
seconds, the belt gave way, allowing Ellie to free Lorne's rapidly
swelling manhood.

Taken completely by surprise, all Lorne could do was succumb to the
attack and hold on for dear life.  He felt the cool rush of air on his
exposed flesh for only a brief moment, before being replaced by the
hot wetness of Ellie's mouth.  He groaned as Ellie pushed him back
onto the bed. 

Lifting her head for only a moment, Ellie's words were almost a growl.
"Oh, yes.  I've been looking for you!  I need you and I will have
you!"

With an ease which belied her gravid condition, Ellie rolled onto her
father's prone form and continued the assault on his cock, while
exposing her musky center to him.  Her hands and mouth worked in
concert to send wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her
prisoner.

With her lust in full control, Ellie slid Lorne's tool deep into her
throat, relishing the feel of its length and thickness which pulsed
with each beat of his heart.  Drawing back until only the head
remained, Ellie began a vicious attack, allowing her teeth to scrape
against the spongy mass while her tongue
rasped across the sensitive underside.

Lorne wasn't sure of what the hell was happening.  He did know,
however, he needed to do something - and fast.  Reaching up, he filled
his hands with her ass cheeks, drawing her luscious dampness to his
mouth.  The tip of his nose buried itself within the folds of Ellie's
inner labia as he sucked on her clitoris, causing the young woman to
squirm against his face.

Ellie held her head still, allowing her tongue to play along the crown
and shaft of Lorne's maleness, all the while savoring the dizzying
sensations provided by his experienced mouth.  She could feel him
quivering in her mouth, signaling his pending release.

"Oh, no you don't.  I gotta have this where it will do the most good."
Ellie disengaged herself from Lorne's mouth, leaving him with a
feeling of loss.  Turning, she positioned herself over his erection,
feeling an exhilarating rush of pleasure as the spongy head passed
through her wet lips.

"Uh, baby," Lorne began.  "I don't think..."

"Shut up.  I know what I'm doing."

Lorne was taken aback at the sharp rebuke, an odd sense of excitement
flowing through him at her forcefulness.  Doing as he was ordered,
Lorne fell silent as Ellie lowered more of her body onto his shaft.

The feeling was indescribable; with her belly full of child, Ellie was
tight, yet her inner sheath had a velvety feel to it, surrounding his
cock with such a delicious feeling he almost exploded on the spot.

"Come on!  Give it to me, damn you!  Fill me with your stickiness."
Ellie rode Lorne's stiffness carefully but with purpose, wanting to
feel him spurting inside her folds, wanting him to put out the fire
inside.

"Stop holding it back, Dad - you know what I need!"  Ellie shuddered
as her orgasm slammed into her, the flow of lubricating juices
increasing.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!  Give me more!   GIVE ME MORE!!"

Lorne was stunned - where did this wild woman come from?  His eyes
widened with increasing wonder as the flow of obscenities continued,
adding to his excitement.

"Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah!  I love you so much!"  Ellie's moans of pleasure
were like music to his ears as she rode out yet another orgasmic wave,
grinding her soaked sex hard into his pelvic bone.  Lorne could feel
Ellie's vaginal muscles gripping him with varying tightness.  He
reached up, placing his
hands on her swollen belly and began to rub gently.

"Damn it, oh damn it all to hell!," cried Ellie, giving herself to the
heat of passion.  "I need you to cream me, my love - I need you to
do... it... NOW!"

Spurred on by her impassioned pleas, Lorne relaxed his control and was
instantly caught up in the torrent of emotions.  His sac tightened
almost painfully, sending the familiar tremors racing up his
thickening shaft.

"Here, baby - here it is!" he groaned as his seed spilled into her.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, yes..."  Ellie was just on the other side of heaven
as her father continued to fill her with his semen, hot and sticky,
feeling the strong pulsations inside her while Lorne emptied himself
into her flesh, cooling the fires - for now.

Spent and still a bit confused, Lorne helped the exhausted young woman
onto her side before withdrawing from her steamy center with a wet,
slurping sound.  Looking down at Ellie, he could see the smile on her
face as well as the happiness in her eyes.

As the intense fires banked themselves into something a bit more
manageable, Ellie looked up at her sire, feeling all the love in the
world.

"Umm, I really needed you.  I feel so much better now."

Lorne looked down at his second child for a long moment before asking,
"What got into you?"

Ellie laughed softly.  "You did, silly!"

Rolling his eyes heavenward, Lorne said, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know."  Ellie took a moment to get the giddy feelings under
control before continuing.

"I had to have you - that's the best way I can explain it.  I was
lying here, thinking about you and got this crazy urge to just take
advantage of you."

Her look became serious.  "Oh, damn."

"What's wrong?"  Immediate concern creased Lorne's features.

"I said some pretty outrageous things, didn't I?"

Relieved, Lorne allowed himself to smile.  "Yeah, I'll say.  Didn't
know you knew words like that!"

"You're not angry are you?"

"Angry?  No, darling.  Actually, it was kind of exciting."  Lorne
leaned over and kissed Ellie's brow.  "In fact, it was very exciting -
we should do this again some time."  Lorne sat up and stretched.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Please stay with me tonight."

"Are you sure you want me to?  I won't be able to guarantee you'll get
any sleep."

"Yes, I want you to.  And, I'm counting on not getting much sleep
tonight."

Discarding the remnants of his shirt and trousers, Lorne slid into the
bed next to Ellie, who settled into his arms.

"Are you okay?"

Ellie's sleepy reply said it all.  "Uh-huh.  I love you so very
much..."  Ellie dropped off to sleep immediately.

"And I you," he whispered, stroking her face with his hand.  Settling
in, he closed his eyes, feeling the baby moving within her.  Lorne
smiled at the sensation as sleep claimed him.


Part IV, Chapter Three

Lorne was having the most delicious dream.  His cock was being licked
and sucked by some unknown person who was doing a fantastic job of
providing him with so many different sensations.  Warm, soft hands
caressed and soothed him as he grew closer to climax.  In his dream,
Lorne thrust his hips gently, not wanting to disturb the insistent
rhythm of the mouth on his flesh.  It wasn't long before his passion
caught up with him as he exploded into the waiting mouth while the
unseen hands milked every precious drop from him.

Lorne opened his eyes - and realized he hadn't been dreaming, finding
himself surrounded by Devon, Ellie, Kymber and Eti, who were involved
in a group kissing session, licking his seed from each other's lips.

"I thought I was dreaming," Lorne said.  The quartet turned and looked
at him, smiles spreading across their faces.

"Morning, Dad," beamed Devon.

"Good morning, darling," offered a smiling Kymber.

"Hi, Dad," chorused Eti and Ellie together.

"You folks really know how to wake a person up!  What did I do to
deserve such a reception?"

Devon spoke for the group.  "Nothing, Dad.  We did it because we love
you.  Do we need a reason other than that?"

"I guess not!  Thank you, one and all."  Sitting up, Lorne stretched
and asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"

Lorne made his way to the bathroom as the family discussed what they
wanted to do.  As the water for his shower grew warmer, Lorne noticed
the silence from the other room.  Turning he headed for the door, only
to run into a wild-eyed Devon.

"Dad!  Something's happening to Ellie!"

Ignoring the running water, Lorne dashed from the bathroom to find
Ellie holding her stomach - and sitting in a pool of fluid.  He
quickly assessed the situation - it was time!

"Go find your mother and Etienne.  Tell them Ellie's water has broken
- they'll know what to do."

"Right.  On my way!"  Devon headed for the door.

"And, son?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Better get dressed - you're in for a long day!"

Devon looked down at himself as if just realizing his nakedness.  "Oh,
yeah.  Clothes would be good, huh?"  Smiling, he rushed down the
hallway to dress and join the mother of his child in her efforts.

Hurrying to get dressed, Lorne couldn't keep from feeling like history
was repeating itself.

*   *   *

Kendra Etienne Williams came into the world kicking and screaming
lustily.  Drenched with the perspiration of her efforts, Ellie watched
as nurses tended to the newborn.  The drops of silver nitrate were
applied and Kendra was gently washed, dried and wrapped in an
insulated blanket before being
passed off to Dr. Carl Hendricks.

"Someone wants to say hello," said the smiling doctor.  Dr. Hendricks
handed the squirming bundle to Ellie, placing it into her arms.

The bond was established as mother and child looked at each other.
Kendra fell silent at once, somehow knowing she was in good hands.

"She's beautiful."

Ellie looked up at Devon, giving him a tired smile.  Devon was doing
some recovering of his own.  The long hours in the labor room had been
hard on him, witnessing Ellie's agony and not being able to do
anything about it.  He had spent much of the time kicking himself,
knowing Ellie wouldn't be in such pain were it not for his
involvement.

The nurses came over to take Kendra off to the nursery while others
prepared to move Ellie to her room, where the two would be reunited
later.  Tossing his soiled gloves into a nearby hamper, Dr. Hendricks
crossed the room and stood next to Devon, not wanting to spoil the
moment.

"That is one pretty little girl," the doctor commented.  "She's lucky
to have parents like you."  Carl looked at Devon, watching for the
younger man's reaction.

Devon's heart felt as if it had been encased in ice as he turned to
face the older man.

"'Parents', Doctor?  I'm afraid you're mistaken.  I'm Ellie's brother
and she asked me to be here with her through this."

"Son, I know you are her brother.  I also know you're Kendra's
father."

Panic welled inside of Devon - but he kept his cool.

"Doctor, that's a pretty strong accusation.  One which could, ah, get
people in a lot of trouble."

"You're right," Carl conceded.  "It's a strong accusation, but the
truth.  I know it and you know it."

As they exited the scrub room into the hallway, Devon cast desperate
glances for any signs of his family.  Turning the corner, he saw them
walking hurriedly in the direction of the nursery - and knew he was on
his own.

Carl Hendricks steered Devon into an empty room and closed the door.
For long minutes, the two men just looked at each other, waiting for
the other to break.

Devon tried his very best to remain calm and determined; however, the
OB/GYN was used to waiting and his patience seemed limitless.  Devon
decided to go on the offensive.

"So you think there's something funny going on, huh?"

"Think?  Son, I know it - and I can prove it."  Carl allowed himself a
smile, knowing he had Devon at a disadvantage.

Devon knew it too, but held his ground.  "What is your proof?"

Carl Hendricks' smile grew wider.  "You are, of course, aware of the
genetic analyzer your father invented some years ago?"

Devon nodded, not getting the doctor's point.

"It's very useful in our pre- and postnatal testing.  In fact, every
child born at this hospital in the last twenty years has been tested
using your father's invention.  Quite a piece of machinery."

"What's your point, doctor?"

"My point is this:  We keep all of the test results.  Yours is on
file, as is Ellie's.  We tested Kendra before and after being
delivered.  In comparing the prenatal results, I found something
interesting."  Hendricks paused, adding a bit of drama.

"I found that the three of you share the same genetic codes."

"How do you figure that?"  Devon's anger was mounting.

"Easy, son.  It's a matter of routine for us.  One of the benefits of
your father's invention is that we can find genetic errors before they
can become a problem.  In this case, I checked Ellie's scan for
problems and didn't find any.  As a comparison, I checked yours, since
it was available.  Again, no
problems."

"Then I checked the prenatal scans we did on Kendra..."

"And you found them similar."  Devon sat heavily on the stool behind
him.

"Bingo.  Too similar to be just a coincidence."

"Why are you telling me this and what are you going to do?"  Devon
braced himself for the expected threat.

"I'm telling you this to warn you.  What I'm going to do is...
nothing."

"Warn me?  I don't get it."

Dr. Hendricks sighed.  "If I found out, others can find out.  And they
may not be as understanding as I am."  He turned and opened the door.

"Wait.  What's to say you won't go to the authorities?"

"Son, I understand the situation between you and Ellie - I've been
there myself."  He smiled at Devon before disappearing into the
hallway.

Devon watched the doctor leave, feeling uncertain and very vulnerable.
He stepped into the hallway and headed towards the nursery to find his
family.

*   *   *

Lorne stood at the entrance to Ellie's room, his eyes scanning the
corridor for any signs of Devon.  Minutes before, Carl Hendricks came
by to check on Ellie and to offer his congratulations.  As they shook
hands, Carl winked at him and left him with a cryptic message.

"You've got a great family, Lorne; keep up the good work!"

Lorne was still trying to figure out what he meant when Devon came
around the corner, clearly in a hurry.

"Devon, where have you been?  Ellie's been asking about you!"

"I had a talk with Dr. Hendricks a few minutes ago."

"He was just here checking on your sister."  Lorne could tell Devon
was upset about something.

"Son, what's bothering you?"

"He knows, Dad.  He told me he knows about me and Ellie being Kendra's
parents."

"Wait a minute.  How does he know?"

"He told me your genetic analyzer told him."  Devon gave his father
not quite an accusatory look.

"My genetic... oh, shit," Lorne said, the memory returning.

The genetic analyzer was actually part of the splicing unit he'd
invented years ago while at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.  Quite by
accident, they discovered the analyzer could be used to detect genetic
errors in humans.  After some quick trials, the government approved it
for obstetrics use first - it had proved more valuable than
amniocentesis and other tests of the time.

"Didn't you know they used it here?"

"Devon, I forgot - I simply forgot."

"I don't see how, Dad; your patent and sales of the analyzer has made
you rich."  Devon's tone was scathing.

"I didn't remember its use was SOP for maternity cases.  Oh, damn!"
Lorne pounded his fist against the wall, startling a pair of nurses.

Devon went over and placed a hand on his father's shoulder.  "Dad,
there's no point in worrying about it now.  Hendricks just warned me
to be careful, saying something about his being where I am before."

That explained Hendricks' remark.  Obviously, there was more to the
good doctor than met the eye!

"Well, if there's nothing to worry about, let's go see your new
daughter."


ETIENNE: THE NEW BREED

Part V, Chapter One

Kendra giggled in delight as her father nuzzled his face against her
tummy, her little hands trying in vain to ward off the ticklish
advance.

"Daddy!  Stop!" she managed between giggles.  "I give up!"

Devon looked at his daughter, his face flushed with the effort of
blowing raspberries against her smooth skin.

"You'll think twice about smacking me on the butt, won't you?"

Unable to speak, Kendra could only nod.

"Okay - I'll cut you a break this time.  But if you do it again..."
To reinforce his mock threat, Devon tilted his head towards Kendra's
exposed tummy, causing the youngster to start giggling again.

"I won't - I promise!"

Ellie sat in the rocking chair, watching the scene with barely hidden
amusement.  Since Kendra's birth, so many things had changed within
the family.

Ellie watched as Kendra crept up behind her retreating father, wincing
at the sharp sound of her little hand on her father's backside.  More
surprised than hurt, Devon's reaction to the unexpected attack was
comical.  As he began a mock pursuit of the little troublemaker, Ellie
laughed.

"You'll never catch her, Dev."

"Oh, I'll catch her, all right.  And when I do...!"

As the chase intensified, Ellie looked around the house, finding it
hard to believe it was really theirs, even after all the time which
had passed.

Ellie's happiness was displaced for just a moment by a feeling of
loss.  Four years ago, the family had split up by necessity.  Their
once spacious home was now a bit crowded with Kendra's arrival.  After
talking it over with Devon, they had decided to set up their own home,
much to everyone's displeasure.

*   *   *

"You want to do what?"

Lorne looked at his son and daughter, his face registering shock and
surprise at the announcement.  Devon swallowed nervously; nonetheless,
he held his ground.

"We want to move out on our own.  It's nothing personal, Dad."

"I don't understand why.  Aren't you two happy here?"

"Dad, it's not a question of happiness - it's one of necessity."

Lorne looked toward Etienne and Kymber; both women sat silently,
wearing identical calm looks.

"Okay, son.  Explain it to me."

Devon stole a look at Ellie, who gave him a much-needed nod of
support.  Taking a deep breath, he launched into his explanation.

"You once voiced a concern about our not getting out into the 'real
world' and getting involved with other people.  We told you then the
only thing we needed was each other.  Since that time, nothing has
changed, except the size of the family."

"Go on," Lorne prompted.

"Since Kendra arrived, Ellie and I have been thinking about getting
out on our own - but we want to stay together.  Then we had to think
about you and Mom and Aunt Eti, too."

Kymber spoke for the first time.  "How did we get into this decision?"

Ellie took up the lead.  "Well, you guys deserve to be alone.  After
all, Dad's retired and you and Mom haven't had to work for years."

"And you're not getting any younger," Devon added.

Etienne calm visage hid just a bit of a smile.  "Devon, darling, you
didn't say that last night!"

Chuckles from the assembled family served to lighten what was turning
out to be a tense moment as each remember the literal free-for-all
which had taken place the night before.

"Ah, yeah, well..." Devon stumbled for a reply and, finding none, fell
silent.

Eti raised a hand for silence.  "All of this aside, I think we
understand what you're saying."  Nods from Lorne and Kymber confirmed
her pronouncement.

"Dad," Devon began, "All we're saying is it's time for us to strike
out on our own.  You've provided us with a great deal of love and
security and it's time we repaid you by showing we can survive on the
outside."

Lorne had to admit Devon had a point.  It was only a few years ago
when he had addressed the same concern to Etienne.

After a few seconds of silence, Lorne made a decision.

"Okay.  Here's the deal.  You can either stay here and we'll go up to
the cabin, or you can take the cabin."

Devon and Ellie looked at each other.

"That's a rather generous offer Dad," Ellie began.  "But we had
something else in mind."

Lorne could barely contain his surprise - but managed.  Etienne and
Kymber, however, had surprise written on their lovely features.

"I see.  Just what did you have in mind?"

"We were thinking about a little place we saw just south of where the
cabin is.  I made some phone calls about it and it is available."

"I assume you can afford this place?"

"Well, we could use just a little help..."

"How much help are we talking about?"

Devon reached into his back pocket and handed his father a folded
piece of paper.  After taking it, Lorne took a long look at the notes
Devon had scribbled before passing it to Kymber, who passed it on to
Eti.

The elder Williams' sat in complete silence, an action which only
served to make the younger generation nervous.  After several minutes,
Lorne finally spoke.

"Will you two excuse us for a moment?"

"Sure, Dad.  We have to check on Kendra anyway."  Filled with
anticipation, Devon and Ellie left the room.

Making sure they were alone, Kymber broke the silence.

"Now we know what they've been doing with the money we've been giving
them."

Lorne was clearly worried as he spoke.  "It isn't really a question of
the money; it's more a question of them being together."

Eti and Kymber both realized the implication Lorne was hinting at.
Away from the relative safety of their home, Devon and Ellie ran the
risk of being exposed to a world which didn't care very much for their
chosen lifestyle.

Kymber finally spoke up.  "Honey, I'm sure the kids have thought this
out."

Etienne nodded in agreement, adding, "It's not like they don't
understand the risks involved."

As their parents continued to debate the matter, Devon and Ellie
listened in on the conversation from the upper hallway.

"I don't think Dad's very happy about any of this," said Ellie.

"How could you tell?"

Before Ellie could respond, Lorne's voice reached out to them.

"You two can come down from the hallway now; we've made our decision."

Brother and sister wore identical embarrassed looks as they took seats
on the sofa.  "We didn't really mean to eavesdrop, but..."

Lorne waved Devon's explanation off.  "We've decided to give you our
blessing on this.  However, you have to be aware of some cold, hard
facts."

"For one," started Kymber, "You will be responsible for the financial
aspects of setting up house.  We'll help, naturally, but this isn't a
free ride."

Eti added, "Please be careful out there; if the wrong person were to
discover your activities, well, your lives will be ruined forever."

Devon nodded somberly.  Looking at his sister he said, "We understand
the risks, but it has to be done.  Thank you all for understanding and
supporting us in this.  We won't disappoint you."

Lorne stood and stretched.  "Then it's settled.  Let's go see this new
home of yours!"

[continues]

Rob Morton

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