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Partners in Crime Ch. 01

By: Uncle Meat



Part One of a two-part story.

I can see now that Patti had planned it out much more than I realized at the time.

Yeah, I can see it, now. Somewhere around her 18th birthday she started flirting with me. Nothing terribly obvious, nothing you'd call shameless, by any stretch of the imagination. Just little things, like standing too close, telling me somewhat off-color jokes, licking her lips just oh-so-slightly slower than normal.

She had it down; she struck that delicate balance. It was behavior that might encourage a boyfriend, but it was subtle enough that I would have felt presumptuous telling her to tone it down.

The thing is, that's all she needed. She had a long-term plan. It was enough just to get the idea in my head, even if just for a moment, even if I'm doubtful about her intentions. Then let the cumulative effect of hundreds of moments build up.

I mean, I can't say I thought nothing about it when she started that stuff. Hmmm... what would it be like to, uh... you know, with her... I saw no need to feel guilty, no reason to feel like a disgusting pervert because, after all, the male brain is hard-wired to think that way at any suggestion of sex, no matter who's involved, right? I couldn't help it. But I didn't see a problem as long as I put the thought out of my head quickly. I didn't intend to do anything like that. It didn't occur to me that she might have intentions of her own.

It was shortly after she got her own place that she called to ask me to take some pictures of her. She said her friend Tammy was sending some pictures to a modeling agency and had talked her into sending some, too.

"I really don't think I have a chance," Patti said, "but Tammy just keeps going on about it. So I thought, okay, I'll do it to shut her up. Besides, it might be fun just to take some pictures, even if it goes nowhere."

Yeah, she knew which button to push. Dad's quite the amateur photographer.

We went to the park the following Saturday. It was warm, bright and sunny, a perfect day for taking pictures. Patti brought several outfits. We took several shots of her in each outfit -- a yellow sun dress, jeans and t-shirt, sweats, shorts and tube top. She changed in the public restroom.

The photos we took were the posed kind that are supposed to look candid, the kind you often see in magazines. Walking through the park, looking at flowers, playing frisbee. Patti has always photographed well, and in the park she looked very natural and relaxed in front of the camera. She was playful and energetic.

And a bit more flirty than usual.

Still, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. It didn't occur to me not to. That's the kind of attitude you want for photos like this. Right? Playful, exuberant. That's what you want.

We left the film at a one-hour photo service and went back to her place. Patti got a couple Cokes out of the fridge, and we sat down to relax.

"I need some more shots," she said.

"What do you need?"

"They want some sexy pictures." She paused, apparently waiting for me to say something. When I didn't, she went on. "What do you think? Are you up for it?"

"How sexy are we talking about?"

"Well, tasteful. I'm talking about sexy, not pornographic."

Somehow it didn't seem quite appropriate. Not over the line, necessarily, but just maybe getting a little closer to the line than I should allow.

"If you get uncomfortable," she said, "just say so and we'll stop."

"Okay," I said. "We can try it and see how it goes."

"Great!" she jumped up and went into her bedroom. The phrase "against my better judgment" ran through my mind. Several times. It had always been hard for me to say no to Patti, and this was very different from anything that had ever happened before.

I turned on the TV and watched part of a Steve Martin movie on cable. Patti finally came out in a sheer black, full-length negligee with lace trim. She had black panties and bra on underneath. Her long, auburn hair flowed around her shoulders. "How do I look?" she asked.

She was beautiful. But how do you tell you daughter that when she's dressed that way?

I managed to choke out the word "Good."

"Is that all? 'Good' isn't good enough," she said.

"Patti, there's no room for improvement."

She smiled. "I was thinking about posing on the sofa," she said. "What do you think about that?"

"Yeah, that's good." I clicked the TV off, picked up my camera, and moved around in front of the sofa, getting as far back as I could to frame the shot.

Patti sat down. "Lemme think..." she said. "I know." She got up and went into the kitchen. I heard glasses clinking, and a moment later she came back out with two long-stemmed glasses of red wine. She held one out.

"Mine's a prop," she said. "Yours... I think you could use a little help to relax. I think this has you tense."

"Maybe a bit," I said. I took the glass and sipped. "Nice," I said.

"Thanks." Patti sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. She swirled her wine around and tasted it. "Shoot at will," she said.

I raised the camera and began shooting. Patti posed, very natural -- and seductive. Provocative but not slutty. Youthful as she was, this was a woman brimming with self-confidence, who knows what she wants and how to get it.

After a few minutes, Patti stood, unfastened her bra, and shrugged it to the floor. "Does this bother you?" she asked.

Somehow -- I wasn't aware of this at the time, but only figured it out later -- she had taken me completely out of the father-daughter mindset and almost into the discovery of a new lover mindset. Through the fabric of the negligee, I could see that her breasts, about a C cup, were very nicely rounded and firm. For a moment, I found myself wanting to touch them.

I felt my face flush, and I realized that I hadn't taken a breath for, probably, a whole minute. "We might as well go on," I said. 

Again, the phrase "against my better judgment" came to mind. But another though replaced it: This was indeed over the line. This was inappropriate, no doubt about it.

And that's what made it exciting. I was going to ride this out. I was going to let Patti take this as far as she wanted.

We shot some more pictures, then Patti slipped out of her panties and kicked them toward me. I picked them up and put them on the coffee table, for no other reason than to handle them.

I was becoming aroused. I wasn't fully hard, but I was getting there.

She continued posing, but maddeningly, managed not to give me a view of her bush. By now, I was conscious of wanting to see her nude. My daughter. I wanted to see her fully naked, and I wasn't a bit bothered that I was thinking about it. The excitement overwhelmed anything else.

Patti sat on the arm of the sofa and gave me a pouty look. She smiled salaciously. She gave me a sultry stare. She had the entire repertoire down. Snap, snap, snap. I moved around trying to get the view of her bush that I wanted so badly, but she kept turning her hips away, crossing her legs, twisting around. Anything to protect that secret.

Both of us knew what was going on. We didn't say anything about it, but it was clear that the game was in full swing.

I stopped to reload. "Do you want to do some nudes?" Patti asked.

"Like you said, if it gets to the point where I feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know."

"You're okay, then?"

"I'm not letting you know, am I?"

I'd never have dreamed of a conversation like this, even as recently as an hour earlier.

Patti dropped the negligee to the floor, giving me an unobstructed view of her body. Smooth, soft skin, muscular legs, shapely hips. And when she turned around to face me -- shaven pussy.

I found myself sighing audibly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Do you have ideas about what you want to do?"

"I sure do," she said. "I think these shots should be in the bedroom."

"Okay."

She led me into the bedroom and sat on the bed. At first, she posed modestly, or at least as modestly as anyone can pose while nude. Sitting with legs drawn up, hair down over her nipples, never fully turned toward the camera.

After a few shots, she became less modest, allowing her breasts in the picture. Then she allowed me a couple shots with her pussy in view.

"I think we've crossed the line from sexy to pornographic," Patti said.

"I think we crossed that line a while back," I said. "But there's something to be said for pornography."

"I think so, too."

"But if we're going to do it, we should do it right, and I think something's missing here."

"What?"

"It would look a lot better if your pussy were just a bit moist."

"Really?"

"Trust me. I'm the photographer." This was incredible. Talking to my daughter about her pussy.

I put the camera on her dresser and walked over to the bed. "Here's what we need to do." I got on the bed with her and moved into position between her legs. "This is the best way." I leaned forward and began licking lightly around her cunt lips.

Patti gasped, then began running her fingers through my hair. I continued, sucking her cunt lips ever so gently, working my tongue into the opening, flicking her clit teasingly.

She squirmed and rocked her hips.

I inserted a finger into her pussy and heard a loud, dreamy moan immediately. I could feel my cock straining against my underwear. I was going to have to let it loose soon.

After a few minutes, I sat up and looked at her pussy. "It's nice and moist-looking now," I said.

"What are you talking about?"

"We wanted it to look moist for the pictures."

Patti sat up. "It'll still look moist later." She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Then she went for my zipper. "Stand up," she said.

I stood. Patti knelt on the floor in front of me, unfastened my pants, and pulled them down. She gently caressed my fully erect cock. "That's nice," I whispered.

She cupped my balls in one hand, licked the underside of my shaft a few times, then took as much into her mouth as she could. I don't know where or how she learned her technique -- I'd rather not think about that -- but she was good. She didn't make it feel like a mechanical "pump it out" kind of job, the way many women do.

No, not Patti. She teased it.

As I felt myself getting closer to orgasm, I reached down and began playing with her hair and caressing her face. I could see she had one hand on her pussy, playing with herself.

She was hot, and I was close. I exploded in her mouth. I'm not usually noisy during sex, but this was so intense I couldn't help but let out a loud moan. Patti got more frantic, breathing deeper and faster, licking on my cock hungrily, swallowing the cum, reaching around and playing with my ass with one and and fingering her pussy faster and faster with the other.

I could feel it, it seemed, all the way down to my ankles and up to my neck. I was aware of Patti cumming, too, which kept me going.

I don't know how long it lasted. Maybe less than a minute, maybe a half hour. It didn't matter.

We fell onto the bed and lay there, side by side, cuddling and kissing gently. I stroked her hair, her back, her ass. She took my cock in her hand, and it immediately began getting hard again. "Mmmm..." she said. "You have a very short recycling time."

"What can I say? I'm full of hormones." I kissed her. "And they respond well to beauty."

She nibbled on my neck, one of my hot spots. "Oh, yes," I whispered. I rolled her over on top of me. She switched over and nibbled on the other side of my neck for a while, then sat up, straddling me. She brushed my fully erect cock against her smooth belly.

She raised herself a bit, positioned her cunt, and lowered herself onto me.

And there I was, in my daughter's pussy, happy to be there, overwhelmed with the excitement of forbidden sex. She was tight and wet. My cock felt huge and hard -- and right at home.

She sat there for several minutes, motionless, silent. It would have been fine with me if she never moved; just being in her was all I needed.

The world was perfect.

After a while, Patti leaned forward and kissed me. I put my arms around her, ran my hands up and down her back. Her tongue found its way into my mouth. My hands found their way down to her ass.

Slowly, she began pumping her hips. We continued kissing, her hair falling down around my face as if it were a little curtain blocking us off from the rest of the world.

We made love, slowly and easily. Eventually, Patti's body tensed, her breathing became fast and heavy, and her eyes took on a dreamy look.

I arched my back and thrust up into her. She rewarded me with more loud moans and ground her pussy down onto me as hard as she could. I burst into another orgasm, feeling as if I were filling her completely with my cum.

Patti collapsed on top of me, motionless and silent. My cock, semi-erect, was still in her. Occasionally she'd flex her muscles and give it a squeeze.

It was like the ardor you feel with a new lover, at that magical stage when you can't keep your hands off of each other, combined with the thrill of doing something so deeply forbidden you don't dare breathe a word of it to anyone else. We were bonded not only as father and daughter, and as lovers, but as partners in crime as well.

The next thing I remember is waking up; the clock next to the bed said 6:18. I hadn't planned to be gone this long, but fortunately, my wife was having a "girls night out" with some friends that night. So I was pretty much free to do as I pleased, no questions asked. No questions, that is, as long as I didn't do anything to raise suspicion.

I nudged Patti awake. We sat up in bed, legs wrapped around each other, and masturbated together. Then we went into the living room and watched TV for a while. I was naked; she wore the negligee.

Unfortunately, as it had to, that time came soon. I'd have to take a shower before going home, of course. I expected to be home hours before Diane, but I wasn't going to depend on it. She might come home early. For that matter, she might have decided not to go out. Shower at Patti's before leaving.

Patti, not surprisingly, had anticipated everything: She had made sure she had the same soap we had at the house. We showered together, flirting with each other but resisting the urge for more sex play. 

I got dressed, and Patti put on the negligee again. "You're just begging for trouble," I said.

"I don't think I have to beg."

She was right. I took her by the hand into the kitchen and sat her on the counter. I unfastened my pants, spread her legs, and slipped into her. As I expected, she was wet and ready. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, as tight as she could. We fucked desperately, as if it were the first time.

"Well, there goes the shower," she said afterward.

I got home around midnight. Diane, my wife, was still out with the girls. Most likely, I had about three or four hours until she came home. I was glad about that; I needed time alone to "come down." My head was still reeling from everything that had happened. I'm sure my behavior would have been anything but normal.

I sat in the dark and listened to a mix CD I'd made of Miles Davis ballads. Patti's good-bye kiss at the door replayed itself in my head over and over again. It had been deep, loving and incredibly sensual.

Future? Maybe it had been a "good night" kiss. Maybe it had been a "good bye" kiss. I didn't know. Maybe it was just a kiss. I couldn't think about it now. What I could think about was that it had been a perfect day.

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Partners in Crime Ch. 02



Part Two of a two-part story.

Okay, so what do you do the day after you've spent hours indulging in sexual excesses with your own daughter? Do you call her? Send flowers? Pretend it didn't happen?

What's the etiquette?

Okay, ridiculous question. I'm not writing a humor piece here. But in a way, it's very much a ridiculous situation.

I sat in the kitchen, sipping coffee, mulling it over. It was almost 9:00 am; my wife Diane hadn't gotten home from her "girls' night out" until after 5:00. She would be upstairs asleep until at least noon, if not later. I had some time to myself.

So, what, then? Call Patti to talk? Whack off again? Go to church? Well, that would make Diane suspicious about something, no doubt.

Okay, talk. I picked up the phone and dialed Patti's number. It rang several times, and when she answered, she sounded sleepy. "Hello?"

Oh, great. I hadn't given an ounce of thought as to what I'd say. "Hi, sweetie. Just wanted to call and see how you're doing." Just keep it neutral, see how she plays it.

"Mmmm..." she said. "Pretty good. Somebody took good care of me yesterday."

"No regrets?"

"Only that it didn't happen sooner."

Okay, no doubts about where she stands. "What about... well, we didn't talk about this, I guess because we got all caught up in the excitement, but..."

"No danger. I'm on the pill. I'm very conscientious about it."


"Good. So what now?"

"So you come over here this very instant and lick my pussy until I scream for mercy, that's what now."

The thought of doing something spontaneous like that was tempting. I was certain I had at least a three-hour window of opportunity before Diane woke up, but after yesterday's marathon, I couldn't be sure how long I'd be gone. What then? I'd have to explain.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

"I'm wet just thinking about it. And I've been thinking about it a lot."

A light in my head switched on. "You've been thinking about it a lot, haven't you? I mean, like for a couple years or so?"

"I'm not telling."

"I bet you didn't even need those pictures, did you?"

"Getting you to take pictures seemed like a good way to undress and act sexy in front of you. You're not mad, are you?"

"Only until I can bury my hard cock up in that sweet, sweet pussy again."

"Yeah, big talk, mister. But I'm not seeing any cock right now."

She wasn't seeing it, but I was sure as hell feeling it stir. I unzipped my pants. "It's in my hand," I said.

"Nice and hard?"

I reached into my underwear and began fingering the underside of the shaft lightly. "As hard as it's ever been. I'm stroking it, nice and slow." A brief pause. "How wet is your pussy?"

"Dripping. Big surprise, huh?"

"You touching it?"

"Two fingers in, thumb on clit. Turns me on like you wouldn't believe, to think about you jerking off."

I closed my eyes and pictured Patti lying on her bed naked, phone nestled on her shoulder, legs spread, knees up. In my fantasy, she had slept naked. Maybe she woke up a couple times through the night and masturbated, thinking about me. And now, hand on her pussy, two fingers in, juices oozing out, wet spot on the sheet...

I pulled down my pants and underwear enough to free my cock. "If you could only see." I closed my hand around it.

"I wish you were in me right now."

"Oh, baby, I'm in you." I replayed in my head last night's lovemaking, with Patti on top, slowly rocking back and forth, sharing sex, lust, intimacy.

"God, yes..." Patti said.

"Soooo deep in..." I wanted to jerk off as fast as I could, shoot my load across the room, get instant gratification. But no, no. Patience. "Oh, honey, you're so sweet, so tight."

"Fuck my pussy, daddy. Fuck my pussy good."

"I'm fucking it. I'm hard as hell, and I'm fucking that sweet, wet pussy like I've never fucked anything before."

"Oh, daddy, you're so huge, so hard."

I pictured her on top, leaning forward to kiss me, nibbling on my neck, slowly grinding her hips. "Oh, Patti..."

"Daddy, I'm cumming..."

"Me too." I gave in to the urge. A few rapid strokes, and I was spurting onto the floor. "I'm cumming, sweetheart, and it's all for you." I listened to her breathing over the phone. As the orgasm subsided, I realized my toes were curled.

I sat still for a moment. "Patti, I want you," I said.

"As soon as possible."

"I want you spread out and dripping wet."

"Any time, any place."

We talked for several more minutes, trying to figure out a time for me to come over again. As we talked, I found a dish towel, wiped the last few drops of cum off my cock, and fastened my pants up. Then I wiped the floor. As far as a future date was concerned, we couldn't come up with anything certain except ASAP. I would call her again.

So there it was. The strangeness just kept going. An obscene phone call with my daughter, trying to make a date to fuck her -- again -- while my wife slept upstairs.

If I'd wanted to break out of my rut, here it was in spades.

I rinsed the dish towel off in the sink with the hottest water I could stand to run over my hands, then wrung out the towel and put it in the laundry.

The rest of the day was typical. I watched TV until Diane got up. Later, we went to the mall to shop for a birthday present for her sister. We ate at a seafood restaurant.

We came home and made love. It was nice. It was pleasant.

But it wasn't hot. Or exciting. Afterward, I lay in bed holding Diane, thinking of Patti -- trying not to think of Patti. If only one detail was over the top in all this, it was thinking of Patti at this time.

Of course, I wasn't going to kid myself. I knew there was something wrong, somewhere, if I had fucked my daughter, even if she was, mostly (as I saw it), the aggressor. Worse, I desperately wanted more. Bottom line, I simply wasn't going to worry about that. Patti was a big girl. She knew what she wanted.

What concerned me was the more practical problem of dealing with it. If it were a one-shot deal, Patti and I could talk about it if we felt the need, and sweep it under the rug or something.

But if it's ongoing, that raises the degree of difficulty a lot. Each encounter brings with it a new game of "careful not to raise suspicion." Cover stories, excuses. Also, I knew that although circumstances were with me the first time, if this went on I'd end up coming straight from passion with Patti to meeting Diane face-to-face at the door. That could be a hairy situation in itself. Very much so, if my state of mind when I came home the night before was any indication.

Family gatherings would mean we'd have to act normal with each other. Some effort, maybe, but I thought it was doable.

Would it be worth it? Well, I was already thinking of excuses to go over there again.

My chance came Wednesday, when Patti called me at work to ask if I could come over and fix a computer problem that evening. Well, that was the story. As usual, she was attentive to detail. "If mom wants to come with you, you can't say no," Patti said. "So if she's with you, knock twice, pause, and knock three more times to signal me."

In a way, it was unfortunate that she told me that, because it more-or-less told me she wanted to greet me at the door with some sort of special lover's surprise. On the other hand, I understood the need to take that precaution.

Diane decided to stay home that night, so it was a go. I gave Patti's door a good, steady knock, making sure the beat couldn't possibly be mistaken for the two-three signal.

Patti answered almost immediately. The door cracked open ever so slightly, and I could see immediately that she was wearing only a pair of lacy pink panties. "Hi, lover," she whispered.

She opened the door wider, grabbed my arm, and dragged me in. She pressed me against the wall next to the door and gave me an incredibly long, deep kiss. Her hands roamed my body wherever they could reach.

I took her in my arms and returned the kiss, holding her slim body tight. Tongues danced, hands explored. I reached into the back of her panties and pulled her as close as I could.

Patti pushed away and knelt in front of me. She looked up at me, smiled, and unfastened my pants. I closed my eyes and spread my feet out a couple more inches to steady myself.

I didn't look. I just concentrated on the feeling, as Patti licked and caressed my cock, never taking it into her mouth, but -- as before -- gently tickled and teased.

After a few minutes she stood up and took off her panties. I was breathless; she was incredibly beautiful. Long, wavy hair, youthful breasts with just the right bounce as she moved, the smooth -- oh, god -- smoothly shaven pussy. But how can you describe perfection? "Oh, Patti..."

She picked up the panties and held them close to my face. I could see the moisture on them. "I've been wet constantly since you were here," she whispered. "Thinking about you. I've been playing with myself. I must've come fifty or sixty times since you walked out that door, just with fantasies of your cock in me. Your hard cock filling me up."

Patti wrapped the panties around my cock. She kissed me as she jerked me off into them. The softness of the fabric was exquisite.

I stood there for a minute to catch my breath. Patti reached over and shut the door. I arched an eyebrow at her, and she grinned sheepishly. "You could've shut it," she said.

I finished undressing. "That was a hell of a greeting," I said.

She sat on the sofa. "Glad you liked it. Now come over here and greet my pussy." She slumped down, legs spread.

I knelt on the floor in front of her and gave her clit an oh-so-soft kiss, just to sort-of say "hello." She moaned softly and rocked her hips a little. I backed away, then leaned forward again.

I began licking on her belly above the clit, then slowly moved down and worked on her inner thighs. Farther down, I could reach a small area of her ass. I had never given a rim job before -- in fact, could never bring myself to thing about it -- but here I was, going into it now with without a second thought. For that matter, I didn't give it the first thought. It was just part of my lover.

As soon as my tongue hit her asshole, Patti let out a loud "Ahhh..." and spread her legs wider.

Well, I'd obviously done something right. I stayed where I was, running my tongue round the opening, up and down between her ass cheeks. She smelled surprisingly flowery; I guessed she'd had a shower shortly before I got there.

Patti was squirming, moaning, running her fingers through my hair. I worked on her asshole a while longer, then moved back to take a look. I had touched her clit only once, with that first kiss, yet her pussy was dripping onto the front of the sofa.

"Fuck me," Patti said. "Fuck me now."

I grabbed a cushion from the other end of the sofa and put it under my knees -- both as cushion and to gain another inch or two for a more comfortable angle. Satisfied, I took my hard-again cock in hand and pressed it against her lovely cunt lips. I teased her clit with it.

"Daddy, I'm not kidding. Now."

I entered her. As she had been before, she was incredibly wet. I pushed in as far as I could, and she gasped. "Is this what you want?"

"Oh, god, yes. This is what I want."

I pumped with short strokes, never coming out very far. I leaned forward and suck on her breasts as I fucked her.

Gradually, I lengthened my strokes. Patti grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in with each stroke, as if she couldn't get enough. "Daddy," she said, "I'm going to cum."

"I want to see you cum, sweetheart."

Patti gasped again, and her body tensed. I drove into her as hard as I could. "Oh, god, yes, make me cum," she said. Her eyes took on a faraway look. Again and again I pounded my cock into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me.

I felt the first tinglings of orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said.

"Oh, yes, daddy. Cum for me."

One more stroke was all it took. "I'm there, sweetheart," I whispered. We gazed into each other's eyes as she came again.

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We lay on Patti's bed together, cuddling. My mind was racing, a million different thoughts layered on top of each other in random order. It was wonderful with her, with sex that short-circuited my brain. But... "Are we going keep on with this?" I asked.

"Do you want to?"

"Well, there's no question that this is the best sex I've ever had."

"Yeah," she said. "Forbidden fruit."

"Sure, it's that. And the fact that you're horny as hell, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Why would I mind? They say actions speak louder than words."

"But I don't care why the sex is so good. It's just earth shakingly great. I don't need to analyze it."

"So we go on?"

"Well, I was thinking just now that maybe we should consider it good enough that we had a little fling, and let it go at that."

"Is that what you want?"

"Hell, no, that's not what I want. If I had my way, we'd never get out of this bed."

"Me, too." She traced a pattern on my chest with her fingertip. Spelling her name, I thought.

"But I think it's probably best," I said. "This could go out of control too easily."

Patti sighed. "I can't argue with that."

"What do you think?" I asked. "What did you have in mind when we started all this?"

"Nothing, really. I thought you were hot. I thought I was getting little clues that if I took a shot, you'd be interested. I thought if something happened, I'd just take it as it comes."

I took her hand. "Something happened."

"It sure did."

We lay there for a few more minutes. "One more? For old time's sake?" I asked. She smiled.

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