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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer
The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes
of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. The
author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading
this work. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work
without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited.
THE THREE COMPANIONS by Mandil
The storm had been predicted earlier on the radio, and as he was
driving toward Silver Face Mountain, snow began to fall. Samuel
was thus relieved when he saw the lights on the tall cement and
bricks posts on each side of the entrance that led to the La
Seignerie.
It was an expensive country resort, almost exclusively for its
members or the rich travelers, of which categories he belong.
In reality it was a country resort hotel as well as a club. In the
wintertime, sports facilities such as skiing and snowmobile
excursions were available, whereas in the summer one could play
golf, swim in one of the two pools, do some horse riding, not to
mention boating or tennis playing . In other word it was a secluded
resort for those who had money and had the time to enjoy these
activities or who simply wanted to relax.
Samuel drove his car under the wide patio roof of the main
entrance, after giving his car keys to the parking attendant; he went
inside the massive twin oak doors. As soon as he passed through
the doors he felt the warmth, of the cathedral-like lobby, on his
face. The large room was almost completely deserted. He was
quite familiar with the magnificently decorated room, since for the
last five years he always came to La Seignerie to spent two or three
weeks at this time of the year.
As he walked on the thick carpet, in front of the hexagonal central
column that held the chimney of the six independent fireplaces, he
felt the radiating heat of each individual fire on his face. At about
fifteen feet in front of each fireplace, there were numerous,
comfortable looking upholstered chairs, as well as couches and
coffee tables here and there in front or beside the chairs or
couches. Samuel knew that while seated in front of any of these
immense fireplaces, one had the impression of being in a medieval
castle. Of course, the high ceiling with the thick supporting round
logs beams as well as the two circular walkways for the second and
third story of the resort, helped create that impression.
As soon as he got to the main desk, he was politely given the key
to his room while leaving his suitcase to the registrar who
immediately rang for a bellboy to take the luggage to his room.
Since Samuel was in no particular hurry, he went to the bar for a
warming drink before having supper - or dinner as they called it in
such a high-class hotel.
As he entered the bar, he was shocked to discover that beside one
couple sitting at a table, he was the only other customer in the
place. The large television in the corner was on and he decided to
sit on a stool in front of it.
After ordering his favorite drink - whisky on the rock - he began
to pay attention to the announcer who was telling about the storm.
A huge front from Canada was moving in and he predicted ten to
twelve inches of snow. This, plus the high wind, the announcer
went on, were a combination that would make traveling extremely
hazardous. He went so far as to warn those that did intend to be on
the road driving, to change their plans and wait until the worst of
the storm was over.
Since it was already half past five and in the middle of the week,
the arrival of the storm was not going to improve things, Samuel
knew that the chances of others customers arriving that evening,
were extremely slim. He finishes his drink then went to his room
for a shower and a change of clothing. Later he returned down to
the dinning lounge to eat. He had expected to find very few
customers seated at the numerous tables, but not that few. There
were only two men beside him, and both, being about his age were
seated at different tables.
Samuel had been driving all afternoon and he was in the mood to
talk to someone. Of course he would have preferred the company
of someone of the opposite sex, but since he had no choice on the
matter he decided to settle for a male companion. Walking to one
of the occupied table he addressed himself to the seated man who
was watching him approach.
" I see that you are along. Since I am also by myself and since it
appear that it will be a very long evening, do you mind if I sit at
your table? Of course if you are not in the mood to talk I will
understand. '
" Do sit down, by all mean. My name is Paul Duvall, and to
whom do I have the honor of talking? "
" My name is Samuel McNab, I am very pleased to meet you. "
The other customer, who was seated just two table's sway, having
witnessed Samuel's introduction, suddenly stood up and walked
toward their table.
" Excuse me, but I couldn't fail to hear you talking, before you go
on, I would also like to join you, if you have no objection of
course. My name is Peter Lockwell. "
Both, Samuel and Paul shook hand with Peter and the three of
them sat down around the table. The waiter, who had been a
witness to everything, was soon standing near the table. He was
told by Paul, that the three of them would eat together and to finish
serving Peter - who had already began to eat - at theirs table.
They ate and talked for well over an hour, and during that time
they discovered that the three of them were in a similar situation.
Each was very wealthy and none of them was married, but what
was more important, they loved to travel a lot and each knew how
to appreciate the company of the opposite sex.
After a while they got ups and went to the bar, but before they had
time to order anything, the lights went our everywhere. The two
emergency lights that came on automatically - one in each corner
of the bar - were just enough to allow them to see the table in front
of them. Soon, one of the hotel attendants came in with a portable
light, he told them that he knew from a reliable source that the
storm outside was causing serious damages to both, the electric
and telephone lines, he also suggested that they move into the
lobby in front of one of the fireplaces where they would at least,
benefit from the light of the fire.
Of course it was the only sensible things to do, and soon they were
following him to the lobby where the lights and heat from the
multiple fires gave a mystifying look to the large room. Each of
them sat in an upholstered chair that was moved to form a
semicircle having a low table in its center while one of the
fireplaces completed the other half of the circle.
They talked for an hour or so and they learned more about each
other, but by the end of that time the lights were still out. Of
course there was no question of anyone going to his room, the lack
of electricity also met a lack of heat since all the rooms in the hotel
were electrically heated. Therefore they had no choice except to
remain in front of the pleasant radiating heat from the flame.
Samuel suddenly had an idea. He went on to explain to his new
friends what they should do to past the time away, provided of
course they all agree with his proposition.
" Most probably we will never see one another again after this
night, both of you are here for the first and probably last time. You
Peter are going back to Europe while Paul here will be leaving for
his hometown in Canada tomorrow. As for me, I do travel a lot
like both of you, but I will never settle anywhere else than in
America. So the chance of us ever meeting again after this night
are extremely slim, unless of course we arrange it so. Therefore, I
propose that we each reveal to one another our first sex experience,
whatever it is and with whomever it happened. Since I was the one
to propose this, I will be the first to start. But before I do, you
must each agree to describe your respective story in complete detail
without leaving a single thing.
Peter look at Paul then back at Samuel then he nodded. Then
Paul's face became a pleasant smile and he also agreed. They then
both looked in Samuel's direction waiting for him to begin his
erotic tale. After taking a sip from his drink and he began his story.
SAMUEL'S STORY
When I was thirteen, I lived with my mother and my sister Brenda
in a small town in Vermont. At the time my father was not living
with us since it was at the beginning of the war, like most
American males of his age, he had been drafted in the army. He
was in England with thousands of others waiting for the generals to
decide when and where the invasion of France would begin. He never
did return home since he was killed in Normandy.
We were living in a rented house that was too hot in summer and
very cold in winter. When my father had been living home with
us, my sister Brenda - who was a year younger than me- and I
slept in the same room. I was sleeping in the large bed while
Brenda slept in a child's bed- with high sides - that she had
overgrown long before. When my father was drafted into the army,
Brenda went to sleep with mother and her bed was moved away in
the attic.
We were poor - so was the great majority of people at the time -
and the money that father never failed to send us each month was
barely enough to feed us and pay for the rent.
When he was killed while fighting for his country, we were left
penniless and mother had to go to work. She got a job in an
ammunition factory working from eleven to eight in the morning.
Those working hours pleased her since it allowed her to be with us
when we got back from school, it was also convenient for her since
she could do her housework during the day. She hadn't much time
to sleep but this didn't seem to bother her.
On the first winter after father's death, Brenda - who was twelve
then - came down with a bad cold. She kept coughing all the time
and it seemed to get worst as the days went by. Mother finally took
her to see the doctor. After questioning mother about the living
condition at home, he came to the conclusion that the house was
too drafty and cold. He also told mother that Brenda should not
sleep by herself if it was possible. His argument was that the heat
of two bodies under the blanket in one bed was preferable than that
produced by one person sleeping alone.
But with mother away working during the night, Brenda was alone
in mother's bed, and to make matters worse, mother's room was at
the other end of the house, which was as far from the single coal
furnace in the house. The furnace was situated in the hall opposite
the door to my bedroom. That same day, after getting home from
her visit to the doctor, mother told us that from then on Brenda was
going to sleep in bed with me in my room where it was warmer. Of
course she did explain to us that we were not to mention this
sleeping arrangement to anyone, and if the need should ever come,
we were to say that Brenda slept with mother. After all, said
mother, Brenda's health was at stake and everything else was
secondary.
In less than a week, Brenda's coughing stop and her health
improved a lot. On the other hand, I soon got to appreciate her
presence in bed next to me; it was indeed much warmer and cozier in
my bed with the two of us in it.
We slept together until late June when it got warm and then mother
made her move with her in the other bed. During all those nights,
while my sister was lying next to me, it never occurs once to me,
that I was in bed with someone of the opposite sex. Brenda was
my sister and that was the end of it. Of course that first winter she
was only twelve and her curves were not much apparent yet.
During the following summer, Brenda's body underwent an
enormous change. For one thing, she became a great deal taller.
When we stood one next to the other; we were exactly the same
height - which of course didn't please me since she was a year
younger than I was. She also gain weight, without being
overweight she grew a great deal more feminine with abundant
breasts and plumb upper thighs which I noticed for the first time
when we went to the beach in mid-summer. While her waists
remained slim, her bottom grew round and firm. Even when I
noticed all those changes in her, I still had no sexual ambition
toward her. To me she was like a flower than one can admire
without having to pluck it, you look at it and even smell it, but to
cut it out would be sacrilegious and unthinkable. In other words,
she was not for me and that was the end of it. Mother still thought
of us as children, and even thought we were both taller and
probably stronger than her, in her eyes we were still six or seven
years of age.
Then the cold nights of autumn were back in Vermont, I was now
certain that since we were older, mother wouldn't ask my sister
sleep with me, cold or not. But to my surprise, - although it didn't
seem to take Brenda by surprise - mother told us one cold Sunday
morning as we were eating breakfast, that it was time for her to
move back into my room before her coughing began once again. I
could scarcely hide my joy; it took a lot of self-control from my
part to pretend being indifferent to her decision.
For the remainder of the day I felt a strange excitement and soon I
began to anticipate the moment that we would go to bed. When
the time came, the lights of the room were turned off before we got
undress on our respective side of the bed, I couldn't see much at
first.
A little light was coming from the street light through the window,
and after my eyes got used to the darkness I was able to see her
silhouette as she removed her skirt then her bra - it used to belong
to mother and she had been wearing one only since the middle of
the summer. She then lifted her arms to put on her nightgown and
I clearly saw the outline of her beautiful and firm breasts. The
sight sent strange sensations throughout my body. I was fully
aware that I had no right to experience these emotions and trills
toward my sister, but I couldn't help myself.
In school, especially recently, I had often felt these same
wonderful thrills as I would watch some of the older girls move
around. Each time it was always accompanied by a stirring in my
pants, which often ended in a huge erection that I had to conceal.
On these occasions, I would immediately force myself to think of
something else or face the risk of revealing my state of excitement.
But now with the light in my room being very low, there was no
chance of Brenda seeing me; thus I feasted my eyes all I could. By
the time I had my own gown on, Brenda was already under the
blankets shriveling and telling me to hurry.
It took me well over an hour to fall asleep, even then it was a light
sleep and I was awaken not long afterward when mother left the
house to go to work.
By now Brenda was lying on her right side almost in the exact
center of the bed, I could tell by the stretching of the blankets that
her bottom had swollen greatly since last she had slept in my bed.
I slowly turned on my right side also while at the same time being
careful not to wake her. It was my intention to get my hand
somewhere on her body while I pretended to sleep. I wanted to feel
her waist and bottom. But as soon as I was in position lying on my
right side, she shoved her bottom toward me and both our bodies
came in contact beginning at the knees and ending at the shoulders.
We had often sleep thus the previous winter since it helped keep
the both of us warm. But now she was a year older, and because of
the great change in her body in the last year, the sharing of her
bodily heat was quite secondary, to me at least. Lying thus on her
side near me, her long brown hair was touching my cheek and I
could smell the perfume of the soap that she used to wash it. Her
bottom fitted like a glove in the curvature of my lower body, and it
suddenly occur to me that I now had a huge erection and it was
pressing in the crack of her bottom. The thought of my prick being
separated only by the thin layers of both our gowns and
undergarment made my erection begin to throb against the crack
and cheeks of her bottom.
I then began to think of my situation, Brenda was my sister and to
purposely enjoy her presence was very close to incest. I therefore
tried to pull away from her, but as soon as I moved toward the
edge of the bed, her bottom followed me there and she pressed it
even harder on my pulsating hardness. Her presence so close to me
was exiting me to the point that I had trouble controlling myself.
For a minute or so I tried to look at the possibility that she was not
asleep and thus doing this on purpose, but her regular breathing
and light snoring, soon reveal the truth about her state of sleep.
Beside, I knew that she was a very sound sleeper, and often she
had to be shaken very hard in the morning to get her fully awake.
No, I told myself, she had moved her bottom toward me simply in
an unconscious effort to follow the source of the heat that my body
was producing. Then,without fully realizing what was happening, I
suddenly lost control of myself and my lower body, as though
having a mind of its own began to shake back and forth and in the
process I was rubbing my erection deeper into the crack of her bottom.
All of a sudden, a most sastifying sensation prevailed all over my
body, without my being able to prevent it, my hand went on her
waist at first, to finally move to her left breast over the material
of her gown. My whole body went out of control at that instant
without my being able to prevent it, I began to jerk forward very
rapidly thus rubbing myself faster against her bottom. The intense
climax that took hold of me shook my very soul. I wasn't able to
stop myself, but I knew exactly what was happening to me. Before
that night - especially during the last summer - I had often rubbed
myself when I was along at night. Each time I did so, it gave me a
great deal of pleasure and it always ended by the eruption, from the
tip of my cock, of a thick white discharge. Each and every time I
rubbed myself, I would think of girls that I knew in school or older
women that I saw in magazines.
But now it was happening without my having to touch myself, and
it felt a hundred times better and stronger. My climax went on for
well over a minute ending only when I past our. When I came to
my senses - I don't know how long afterward - Brenda was still
against me and my hardness was still throbbing against her. But it
felt sticky, and I realized that both of our gowns were smeared
with the proof of what I had done.
I spent the rest of the night trying to remain awake so that a
repetition of what had happen would not occur.
Brenda was the first to get up the next morning - not before I
shook her for a while. As usual, she put on her slippers and went
to the bathroom. When she came back I pretended to have fallen
back asleep - the blankets covered my head completely - and I
watched her dress through on opening in the pile of blankets.
After neatly placing her socks, skirt and sweater next to her on the
bed, she sat on its edge and lifting her gown halfway up, she
proceeded to put on her long, light brown socks. When this was
done, she picked up two white and circular elastic bands and she
got busy slipping them one around each ankle. She next stood up
with her back to me and she raised her nightgown well over her
knees, she lifted each elastic band until it was well in place on the
edge of her socks high around each thigh.
>From where I was, I had the most erotic view of her attractive long
thighs; my hardness was proof enough of my appreciation of her
usually hidden upper thighs. When she was done with her
stockings, she put on her brown skirt under her gown, then looking
in my direction to make certain I was not watching, - she must
have decided that I was still asleep - she took her bra from the
chair and once more she sat on the edge of the bed. In one swift
and quick motion, she lifted both arms over her head and pulled on
the gown until it came off. Her back and neck were thus
completely naked.
I was so eager to have a look at her exposed bosom that I was on
the verge of throwing the blankets aside and rushing out of the bed,
but it would have ruined any further attempt at watching her
getting dress. It took a lot of willpower from my part and I forced
myself to remain very still. Brenda turned sideways to pick her bra
and I did get to see her magnificent left breast. It seemed
extremely firm while being as big as any that I had seen in the
girl's magazines that circulated in school. Her nipple was light
brown and was well situated in the center of the much lighter
areola which was indecently large, being at least four times as
large as mine. Probably due to the cold, her nipple was erected,
being almost half an inch long. Once more I had to fight an urge to
reach for her, but I knew the terrible consequences of doing so and
I managed to restrain myself. Brenda placed the bra around her
waist, the two cups being around her back while she tied the hook
in front. Next she rotated the bra so that each cup was below each
breast; then she proceeded to lift the bra as she pulled the shoulder
straps over each shoulders. Once her bra was in place, she put on
her yellow sweater and as soon as this was done she finally got up
and walked toward the small mirror above the bureau.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a while, pulling her
sweater here and lifting her skirt there, finally she seemed satisfy
with her appearance and she walked toward me. My eyes were
shut thighs when she pulled the blankets well off me, I was glad
that my lower bodies and my erection was well hidden in the
mattress.
" Get up Samuel, we will be late for school. "
Seeing that I instantly opened my eyes, she left the room and went
in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Once I had both feet on the
floor, I glanced through the open bedroom door, which we never
closed, since it was the only way that the heat from the single coal
furnace in the hall could get into our room. Being satisfied that she
was busy in the kitchen, I picked her nightgown from the chair and
I examined it carefully at the back. It was stained indeed by a
large whitish, crusty circle, and probably the only reason she
hadn't noticed it, was the fact that it was way at the back of the
gown.
That day, while seated in school, I couldn't think of anything else
except what had happen during the night. But the combination of
my lack of sleep during the night, added to the many erotic
thoughts that came, one after the other during the day, had a tiring
effect on me. By the time we finished supper that evening, I was
dead tire. The instant that I climbed in my bed that evening, I felt
instantly asleep. I was awaken the following morning by the noisy
alarm at the side of the bed. But once again I was able to watch
Brenda getting dress.
I didn't have time to feel angry with myself for sleeping the whole
night since we were already late for school.
All day long I thought about my next move with Brenda. It
wouldn't do to rush things I told myself. Even thought it would
have been the easiest thing to do to feel and fondle her when she
was lying next to me in bed, I knew that it could be risky. No, I
told myself that I had to go slowly and see how much she could take
without getting her awake. Even though she was an extremely deep
sleeper, I knew that she still was bound to find me out if I was
not careful, especially if I lost control of myself. More still, in
the back of my mind, I was aware that my constant exploration or her
body while she slept was going to lead to more daring attempts,
and worst still, I couldn't predict where it would all end.
No, my foundling her body in bed was only a temporary solution, my
desire for her was much too strong now and sooner or later I would
have to do it all the way, sister or not. She was exiting me beyond
anything that I would have imagine only a few days earlier, and
this was quite scaring to me. How could I possibly sleep
peacefully while in the same bed with someone that I was dying to
take in my arms and to make love to.
I had no right to plan or even think about making love to her. She
was my sister, and society didn't take too kindly on those who
were caught indulging in incest. It did exist a lot though. I knew
for a fact that many boys who had sisters of their age, openly
admitted foundling them, and one boy in particular, Jack Barton,
even told me that he had often fucked his sister Carol even though
she was a year older than him. Jack often bragged that she greatly
enjoyed what they were doing together, in fact most of the time she
was the one coaxing him to fuck her again and again.
At first I didn't believe Jack, but as he went on to describe in
details what he and his sister did together, it became evident that
he was telling the truth. How else could he know about these
things he was telling me. Yes, I wanted Brenda to feel toward me,
what Carol felt toward Jack. I wanted her to get as much pleasure
out of this as I knew I would. But how was I to initiate her to the
pleasures of copulating with me without causing her to panic?
Then I thought about an event that had occurred the previous
winter. It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early to go
skiing with a few of my friends. Before getting dress that morning,
I had taken off my gown and then my underpants so as to put on my
long underwear. I was completely naked in the room, and as I
searched in the drawers of the bureau for my long underwear, I
noticed in the mirror Brenda staring at me. At the time it didn't
bother me to have her see me naked, to me it felt the same as if I
were naked in front of any boy in the shower room in school. So I
just went on searching and I never gave it a second thought. But
now that I recalled the event, it occur to me that she had been
examining me carefully and even if my cock at the time had been
limp, it must have intrigue her to know that such a soft piece of
flesh could get well inside a woman. There was no doubt in my
mind that girls knew and talked about these things when they were
together in school, and Brenda was not as ignorant about these
matters as mother thought.
So I said to myself, why not give her the opportunity to get
acquainted with my cock, but this time she should see it in all its
grandeur while it is fully erected.
That same evening, I purposely lingered in the kitchen a couple of
minutes while she was in our room putting on her gown. When I
got into the room, she was just climbing into the bed. The thought
of parading naked - even if the room was in half darkness - had
already caused my cock to swell. I wanted to be very certain that
she didn't fall asleep before I had time to undress, so while
undressing on my side of the bed, I asked her how her friend Clara
was. Clara had been taken to the hospital the previous day because
of severe pains in her abdomen. While Brenda explained to me
that Clara would be fine since the doctor discovered that her pains
were due to an appendices attack, she was to have her appendix
remove in a day or so.
As Brenda talked to me, I pretended to look for my gown while
purposely passing in front of the window where the street light lit a
portion of the room. Of course I was naked and I had an erection
that would have shame a bull. She couldn't fail to see it because of
the light in the background, I slowly opened one drawer after
another looking for my gown, and I even turned sideways to let her
have a better look. The fact that she stopped talking in the middle
of a sentence was proof enough of her seeing me. It took her
several seconds before she could finish what she had been saying.
Purposely, I shoved my lower body forward thus allowing my cock
to boldly bounce back and forth. At last I found my gown, and
while standing in front of the window, I made a show of putting in
on.
When I climbed into the bed next to her, she didn't move toward
me to share our body heat, as she would have done normally.
Instead, she remained very still on her side of the bed and for a
long time afterward she turned one way then the other thus
revealing that she had trouble sleeping. Apparently the sight of my
naked body had disturb her indeed but it had had the opposite
effect that I had anticipated. The sight of my cock, instead of
creating a desire in her to feel it, as was my hope, had seemed to
scare her a little. It was too late now to change thing, it had been a
mistake to expose myself thus and there was nothing I could do
about it.
I felt asleep before she did that night. In the middle of the night I
had to go to the bathroom and when I came back, Brenda moved
very close to me once more. She was in a deep sleep, as I could
tell by her regular breading, it was evident to me that she had move
over unconsciously toward the source of heat - that is my body. A
couple of minutes later I once again had my erection between the
crack of her bottom through the layers of material. Next, being
very careful not to awaken her, my hand began to slowly explore
her body. I paid a special attention to her waist and left thigh.
Then very gently I place the palm of my hand on her breast - over
her gown - while I began to slowly shove my lower body against
her bottom. Soon the excitement and pleasure that I felt became
more important than my need to be prudent and I shoved my body
faster against her, while at the same time my hand over her breast
started to knead and press in her soft flesh. Once more I
experienced the crisis approaching, the pleasure that took hold of
me is too great to describe. When the explosion arrived, my whole
body shook and my hand on her breast proceeded to press and
squeeze the exiting mount of flesh. At that moment I felt certain
that I was going to pull her out of her sleep, but her only reaction
was to mumble a few incoherent words as she remained very still
thus letting me use her body for my pleasure.
For the next two weeks her sleeping body became mine to use as
much as I dared. Thus in than fashion I made myself climax every
night and sometime more than once. One night, as she lay with her
buttock toward me, I became bolder. Instead of pressing my
hardness against her round bottom, I placed my hand on the twin
round spheres of her bottom cheeks and I gently felt her. Soon I
notice that her gown - as she must have moved around in bed -
had gotten high over her thighs. My hand was actually toughing
the soft and warm flesh of her thighs. Immediately I became
exited to the utmost, encourage by this I carefully pulled on her
gown until it slit all the way around her waist leaving thus her
lower body covered by her white cotton panties only. Only the
thin material of her panties was hiding her bottom. In those days,
especially during the war, all girls wore the same kind of white
panties with an elastic band around the waistline and one around
each thigh. They very similar in design and they resemble the
bottom section of the woman bathing, except that they were while
and a lot thinner.
Brenda was still asleep of course, I was now an expert on this since
each and every night I would wait for her to fall asleep and I knew
all of the signs. On a couple of occasions while I was getting my
pleasure with her body she stirred a little, but each time, after a
pause of a minute or so, she would always resume her regular
breathing. Brenda was a very profound sleeper or else she would
have already caught me.
I still can recall the time when she was about nine or ten, when she
used to sleepwalk. Once, in the middle of the night, she actually
walked out of the house. This incident had happen in summer,
father had heard her as she was leaving the house, so she hadn't
gone very far that time. I think this is one of the reasons mother
insisted that she continue to sleep in a child bed with the high
sided, even though she was much too old for that. Mother was
hoping that the high sides would prevent her from getting out when
she was sleepwalking.
end of part 1
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