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Disclaimer

 

For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you!� For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.� The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.

 

 

The One, by Rob Morton (M/F, inc, rom)

 

Prologue

 

What I�m about to tell you is the honest-to-God truth.� Shit, if someone pulled up on me and told me what I�m about to tell you, I probably wouldn�t believe one word of it, couldn�t believe that something like this could happen to anyone.

 

But, it did happen� is happening even as I write this.� I�ve had some time to think things over but, damn, I�m still trying to make sense of it all, so please bear with me if start to wander off or babble a lot, okay?

 

After giving it some careful thought, I decided to begin my tale with every guy�s nightmare�getting dumped by your girlfriend.� This event in my life set the stage for everything else that followed.� So, here goes�

 

 

One

 

If it weren�t for the fact that the engine was off, I would have shoved the car in gear and driven right off Massey�s Point, ending my miserable existence and that of my now ex-girlfriend, Katy Palmer (the bitch).

 

Christ, the night had started out so well!� I picked her up for dinner around 7:30 and took her to Chez Bastille for a meal that pretty much wiped out two weeks worth of paychecks.� Then we were off to see �Cats� at the Belleview Theatre�Katy�s favorite Broadway show.� After sitting through what turned out to be a pretty good show for me, Katy suggested we drive out to Massey�s Point for, ah, a little after-hours fun.

 

I parked overlooking the city, taking in the breathtaking view of my hometown at night.� I turned to Katy, gearing myself up for a delicious session of necking� only to find her looking at me with more seriousness than I was expecting.

 

�Is there anything wrong, Katy?� I asked.

 

�You could say that, Micah,� Katy replied, her voice completely devoid of emotion.� �There�s something we need to talk about.�

 

Guys, you know how it is, right?� You hear something like this coming out of your girl�s mouth and you instinctively know that you�re not going to like what she�s gonna say next.

 

�What is it?� I asked, trying to quickly prepare myself for� whatever she was going to say.

 

�I don�t know how to tell you this, but, well��� Katy seemed to be at a loss for words�but that didn�t stop her from removing the ring I had given her a year ago from her finger.� She looked at it for an eternity, the emerald and diamond stones glittering in the night, before taking my hand, opening it, and placing the symbol of my love for her (and my $1,600 investment) into my palm.

 

�Why are you giving this back to me?� I managed to croak out around the knot in my throat, knowing good and damned well why.

 

�I think you can figure out why, Micah,� Katy replied, barley choking back a sob of her own.� Now, in retrospect, even though she dumped me like a bad habit, at least she had the decency to look like it was hurting her, if the tears streaming down her tawny cheeks were any indication.

 

�So, it�s like that,� I said, closing my hand around the ring.� �Why?� Is it some other guy?�

 

�Not really, Micah�I just don�t love you the way I thought I did and it�s better for us to go our separate ways before I wind up hurting you or something.� You understand, don�t you?�

 

Being a guy�and having heard this a few times�I took her words to mean that she had fucked somebody else and decided she like this other guy�s meat more than mine.

 

�No, I don�t�but somehow, I don�t think my lack of understanding is going to change your mind, is it?�� I could feel the first of many tears begin to slide down my face and it was at that point I gave some thought about driving us both into the ravine below.

 

�No, I suppose not, Micah,� Katy agreed.� �I�m sorry��� Katy opened the door, got out of the car, and began walking back towards town�which wasn�t a good idea since she lived eight miles from where we were sitting, not to mention that it was pitch black out there, and the dirt road leading back to the main road wasn�t suitable for a woman walking in heels.

 

Gentleman to the end, I offered to take Katy home.� At first she refused, thinking I�d use the time taking her home to plead my case, not that I really had one.� After convincing her that I wasn�t going to try and change her mind, she got back in the car; as promised, I dropped her off a few minutes later without saying one word to her.� As she got out of the car, she turned to look at me, her eyes red but dry, and dealt me one last blow.

 

�Look, we can still be friends, can�t we?� Katy asked, knowing just as well as I that being friends with each other was out of the question.� I mean, it�s kinda hard to be friends with a girl you�ve been fucking for a year, you know?

 

�Whatever,� I said, feeling the blades of the food processor continuing to shred my heart into pate.� I reached over, closed the door, and drove off without making sure Katy was in her house.� All I wanted to do was to get the hell out of there.

 

 

Two

 

I must have driven around for an hour or so before finally deciding to go home.� During that time (as most guys in my situation do), I thought about where things went wrong between me and Katy.� I couldn�t find anything but knew that when it came to women, even doing nothing wrong could be a mistake.� Then I flip-flopped between telling myself that I was better off without the stank bitch and trying to convince myself that I couldn�t live without her.

 

Anyway, I pulled up behind my sister�s beat-up VW bug, surprised to see that she was home on a Friday night�she�s usually off and running with her clique until the wee hours of the morning.� Despite being an emotional wreck, I smiled as the image of my sister popped into my head.

 

Brenda�s a year younger than me.� Speaking purely from a guy�s point of view, she�s not bad looking�for a sister.� Brenda�s about 5�6��tall but not skinny like those models you see in the fashion magazines.� She�s got light brown eyes that really stand out from her face�other than her 36D breasts, her eyes are the first thing you notice about her.� And she has a pretty nice smile.

 

As I headed toward the house, my mental picture of Brenda stayed with me, smiling that smile she always seems to have for everyone, even me.� As a sister, she�s a pain in the ass; all my big brother attempts to harass her were met with that smile.� Hell, I managed to get her in trouble once and you know what she did?� She smiled and forgave me without even cussing me out a little.� Sisters!� Go figure, huh?

 

I closed and locked the front door behind me, expecting to find everyone in bed, which would have worked for me; the last thing I wanted my peeps to see was my vampire-red eyes and the dried tear tracks on my face.� I set the alarm, hung my jacket on the coat rack, and headed for the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.� In my state of mind, getting some sleep wasn�t on the agenda �cause I had a pureed heart to piece back together.

 

To my surprise, I saw that the kitchen light was on.� My parents were sticklers about saving money and leaving lights on just wasn�t done.� As I entered the kitchen, my surprise deepened as I found Brenda sitting at the table, a steaming cup of Joe sitting in front of her.

 

�Hey, Micah,� Brenda said, her smile lighting up her face.� �You�re home early aren�t you?�

 

�Hey, sis,� I answered, pouring myself a cup of coffee and joining Brenda at the table.� �Yeah, my night got cut pretty short.�

 

�What happened�cops come along and break things up on Massey�s?�

 

�Shit, I wish,� I said wistfully.� �Dealing with the cops would have been easier than what I had to deal with.�

 

�Oh, no,� Brenda whispered.� �Don�t tell me�Katy ditched you, didn�t she?�

 

�Bingo,� I confirmed, taking the emerald and diamond ring out of my shirt pocket and tossing it onto the table.

 

�Oh, Micah, I�m so sorry!� Let me guess�she gave you the �I don�t love you and don�t want to hurt you� story, right?�

 

For a moment, a jolt of suspicion stabbed at me, until I realized that there was no way Brenda would try to sabotage my relationship�being a girl, she probably used that same line on her last boyfriend.

 

�That pretty much covers it,� I said.� �I mean, she waited until after I fed and entertained her before she told me.� Shit, the least she could have done was call me and break it off before we went out!�

 

�What?� And lose out on a free meal?� You can�t be serious� are you?�

 

�Sis, I would have preferred a cold, impersonal phone call over getting played the way she did me.� You know how much dinner was at Chez Bastille?�

 

�I can imagine,� Brenda said sympathetically.� �Must have set you back a grip or two.�

 

�Try three or four with the champagne,� I said, feeling some of my hurt and anger melting away sitting here talking to my sister, of all people.

 

�Damn, Micah!� Well, I suppose you thought she was worth it,� Brenda said.� As she spoke, there was something in her voice, a really odd inflection to her words that got my attention.

 

�Brenda, believe me when I tell you that had I known she was going to dip on me, I wouldn�t have bothered.� But, enough of this crap�what�s up with you?� Why are you home instead of rolling with your posse?�

 

�Just didn�t feel like hanging out, that�s all,� Brenda replied.� She was lying like a rug, of course�Brenda never felt like not hanging out.

 

�Okay,� I said.� �So, now that we�ve got the lie out of the way, what�s the real reason�if you don�t mind my asking.�

 

Brenda smiled, melting away more of my pain.� �I can�t put anything past you, can I?�

 

�Hell, no,� I said.� �I know you all too well.�

 

�I suppose you do,� Brenda agreed, her smile doing wonders for my wounds.� �You remember Ben Rivers, don�t you?�

 

�Yeah, I remember him�what about him?�

 

�Well, I was thinking about getting with him, you know, breaking him off a piece,� Brenda began, toying with her coffee mug.� �That was before I found out a few things about him, that is.�

 

That my sister had been thinking about doing the horizontal bop with Ben didn�t surprise me for a couple of reasons.� One, Ben was a popular�and good looking�guy.� On top of that, Brenda wasn�t one to be bashful about giving up the booty once she found someone she deemed deserving.

 

�What did you find out?� I asked, wondering if I�d have to take a little trip tomorrow to find Ben and have a man-to-man �talk� with him.

 

�I don�t want to bother you with this, Micah�you�ve got your own shit to deal with,� Brenda said, taking my hand in hers.

 

�Hey, fair is fair,� I said, feeling a strangely soothing warmth flowing through me as Brenda absently played with my fingers.� �I told you about my disaster, you�ve gotta tell me about yours!�

 

�If you insist,� Brenda said, still playing with my fingers.� �I was getting ready to go out with Ben, you know, making sure everything looked right and all that, when Christy Spencer called me.�

 

I knew Christy was a member of Brenda�s posse, one of the two sluts she hung out with.� �What did she want?�

 

�She had a couple of things to tell me.� One was that Ben had just left her house--seems like she had the same idea I did.� The other thing was that before he left, he asked her if he could use the phone and she overheard him telling somebody on the other end that he would be late getting there because he was on his way to give my coochie a proper beat-down.�

 

The soothing warmth I was feeling was momentarily displaced by a sudden desire to stick my hand in Ben�s chest and do a little non-surgical heart massage.� �That son-of-a-bitch,� I said angrily.� �You want me to have a little talk with him?�

 

�You don�t even have to go there, Micah,� Brenda said, squeezing my hand.� �I�m a big girl and can handle my business.�

 

�So, what happened?� I asked.

 

�Well, Mr. Man showed up, skinnin� and grinnin� like he knew something I didn�t.� Rolled up here talking all his bullshit about how much he�d been thinking about going out with me and how much of a nice time we were going to have.� The motherfucker leaned over to kiss me and I could still smell Christy�s pussy on his breath!�

 

�Oh, damn,� I whispered, wondering how she knew what Christy�s coochie smelled like.� �I hope you kicked him in the balls!�

 

�Not exactly, but I think it�s safe to say that he�ll think twice about trying to be a playa with me.�

 

Brenda was smiling again and I just couldn�t imagine her losing her cool and busting the boy�s ass.� But, as I sat there holding her hand and listening to how she put him in his place, I had to give my little sister her props�she was a tough cookie!

 

 

Three

 

�So, that just about takes care of Ben,� Brenda finished, locking her odd-colored eyes onto mine.� We must have sat there looking at each other for a minute or more before Brenda spoke again.

 

�You know, I was just thinking about something,� Brenda said, looking away from me for a moment.

 

�What�s that, Sis?�

 

�I was just thinking that it�s a damned shame more guys couldn�t be like you.�

 

�Huh?�

 

Brenda smiled once more, squeezing my hand tighter as she did so.� �I mean, look at you!� You are one smart, good-looking, hard-working brother.� You go out of your way to treat a woman good, even if she winds up dogging you.� Shit, if you weren�t my brother, I�d go out with you.�

 

�You�re just trying to make me feel better,� I said.

 

�I wouldn�t do you like that and you know it, Micah,� Brenda said.

 

�It�s funny you should mention that,� I said, taking a moment to play with her fingers.

 

�Why�s that?�

 

�I�m not sure I should even mention this to you,� I said, not wanting my sister to think I was having impure thoughts about her.

 

�Come on, out with it!� Brenda demanded, her light brown eyes flashing.

 

�Well, when I was getting out of the car, I was thinking about you and, well, it made me feel a little better.�

 

�Thinking good things, I hope,� Brenda said, leaning across the table toward me.

 

�I was thinking about your smile, silly,� I said.

 

�Was that all you were thinking about?� Brenda asked, leaning a little closer.

 

�Well��

 

�Well, my ass!� Was it?�

 

�Okay, you asked for it,� I said.� �I was also thinking about the other thing guys notice about you, other than your eyes and your smile.�

 

Brenda�s forehead wrinkled for a moment as she thought.� �Oh!� You mean my tits?�

 

�Well, yeah,� I said, feeling a little embarrassed.

 

�You like them?�

 

My embarrassment deepened�this conversation was getting much more deeper than I had expected.� But, what the hell, you know?� I leaned back a little, looking at my sister�s ample chest for a moment.

 

�Strictly speaking from a guy�s point of view, they�re nice,� I said after finishing my brief examination.

 

�You don�t think they�re too big, do you?� Brenda asked, following my gaze.

 

�Honestly?� No, they aren�t.� I mean, if you weren�t my sister and I could get my hands on them, well, I wouldn�t neglect them.�� While I watched my sister beam at my compliment, I felt strangely comfortable having this discussion with her, a lot more comfortable than I should have been.� I mean, a brother�s job is to make fun of his sister�s chest and tease her about being top-heavy and all that!

 

�Yeah, it�s a damned shame we�re related,� Brenda agreed.� �As strange as it may sound, we�d be good for each other.� I�ve had enough for one night, so I�m going to bed; see you tomorrow?�

 

�Sure,� I said.� Just before I let go of my sister�s hand, I leaned over and kissed the back of it, eliciting a bewildered look from Brenda.

 

�What was that for?� she asked.

 

�For being kind and listening to your poor, broken-hearted brother,� I replied.� �Oh, and not giving me the business �cause I got kicked to the curb.�

 

�What I should to is roll up on Katy�s tired ass and beat her down a little for what she did to you,� Brenda said, surprising me with the intensity of her voice.� �You deserve better than her, Micah.�

 

�Just as you deserve better than some clown like Ben,� I said, meaning every word of it.� �Good night, Brenda.�

 

�Later, dude,� Brenda said, leaving me alone in the kitchen with my thoughts about one particular comment she made.

 

 

Four

 

When Brenda and I were growing up, I you could say we grew up being friends as well as being brother and sister�that was despite me doing my brother thing from time to time.� We never fought and I learned early that it was really hard to have an argument with someone who just stood there and smiled at you.� Another great incentive not to fight like other brothers and sisters was our father, all 6�4�, and 250 pounds of him.� When Dad�s deep bass rumble said, �No fighting,� you didn�t even dream of it.

 

I do know that I�m very protective of my sister, often getting in a fight here and there to defend her when the other kids wanted to pick on her.� Something else a little uncommon about us was the fact that we talked about every and any thing that came to mind, something that we carried with us into our early teenage years.

 

I remember the conversation I had with Brenda the day she lost her virginity to Tommy Elders.� It wasn�t a very pleasant experience for her, as you might expect and, being the big brother, I took it upon myself to kick the living shit out of him.� I expected Brenda to be pissed with me when she found out; instead, she just smiled and told me that she understood why I beat Tommy up.� Of course, she asked me not to do it again and, being the good brother I was, didn�t promise her a damned thing in that regard.

 

Often, Brenda would come home and tell me about her night with so-and-so, launching into the sordid details easily.� At first, I found it terribly embarrassing, more so since I knew most of the guys she had fucked.� However, after a while, I listened because I found her commentary about her experiences both interesting and very exciting.� There were times that Brenda had to practically beg me not to go out and pound a few of those guys and, of course, when she found out that I did it anyway, she�d smile and forgive me, just as she�s always done.

 

Of course, since we had this long-standing pact of sharing things, I�d tell her whenever I got lucky, which wasn�t very often�I was well into that period known to guys as �the drought.�� She�d listen with an intensity I found a little disturbing, often displaying a little anger if I said I didn�t find a particular girl satisfying.� But, it would disappear just as quickly as it appeared and Brenda would do her best to assure me that the day would come when I�d find the perfect woman for me.

 

I remember asking my father one night about how I�d know when I found the right girl for me.� Dad was cool�he didn�t flip out or, more important, laugh at me.� He just looked at me and said, �Son, when you find �the one,� you�ll know it.�� And that�s all he said, too, leaving me to ponder his mysterious comment for quite some time.

 

Right up to now.� I had been sitting in the kitchen, licking my wounds and giving a lot of thought about what Brenda had said to me before turning in for the night.� The more I sat there thinking about it, the more sense it seemed to make, give or take a few things.

 

I could easily agree that Brenda and I got along well with each other; I mean, we always did.� Also not much of a surprise, we had a lot of common interests, sharing similar tastes in music, books, and other stuff.� And there just wasn�t any denying that Brenda was a stone fox, built like a brick shithouse, whatever that meant.

 

Did I love my sister?� Of course I do!� I mean, how could you not love her?� It really pissed me off that guys just looked at her and saw a piece of ass, not realizing how precious a person she was.� Those hormone-crazed idiots just didn�t know her like I did.

 

After my fifth cup of coffee, I could easily see how Brenda could say that we�d be good for each other if it weren�t for the fact that we were related.� Which, of course, was the number one problem.� In the middle of cup number six, I began to see that there wouldn�t be anything wrong with me and her hanging out from time to time; after all, we used to hang out big time when we were younger.

 

Eventually, I came down off my caffeine charge and went to bed with the thought of making my sister a proposition I was sure she wouldn�t pass up.

 

*�� *�� *

 

�Let me get this right,� Brenda said, looking at me as if she�d never seen me before.� �You want to take me to dinner Friday night?�

 

�Sure,� I said, squirming a little under her gaze and wondering if I�d made a mistake.� �Hell, Sis, we don�t hang out like we used to and, hell, after our talk the other night, I at least owe you a dinner!� Call it payment for services rendered in an emergency situation.�

 

As Brenda contemplated my statement, I was as nervous as I could ever remember, just like I was asking a girl out for a first date.� But, that was crazy, wasn�t it?� All I wanted to do was take my kid sister out for dinner, not go out on a date with her.� Brenda took a few more seconds thinking before giving me her answer.

 

�Oh, why the hell not?� she replied, making me the most relieved person on the planet.� �But not Chez Bastille.�

 

�Why not?� I asked.

 

�I just don�t want you spending that kind of money on me�I�m just your sister,� Brenda explained.

 

�That�s a shame, because I already made the reservation,� I said, flinching a little �cause I expected her to punch me or something.

 

�Micah!� You didn�t have to do that!� Brenda protested.

 

�Call it a very special thank you, if it�ll make you feel better,� I said.� �Damn, Brenda, it�s only money!�

 

�Okay, you win,� Brenda said, flashing that smile on me.� �What time should I be ready?�

 

�The reservation is for 7:15,� I answered, feeling pleased with the outcome.� �We should leave here around five of.�

 

�Cool.� I just hope you know what you�re doing, spending all that money.�

 

�It�s my money, Sis, and I�ll spend it how I please and on whomever I please.�

 

�Uh-huh.�

 

*�� *�� *

 

Man, I couldn�t wait until Friday!� I spent the rest of the week practically bubbling with happiness.� My parents picked up on it right away and decided to have some fun at my expense.

�Well, well!� Son, you�re in a good mood,� my father said with a sly smile on his face.� �You got a big date or something this weekend?�

�He must have,� my mother said, her own face lighting up with a smile I found familiar.� �I haven�t seen him this pumped up since the night he gave Katy that ring.�

�Anybody we know, Micah?� my father asked, putting me in a bit of a sticky spot.

�Yes and no,� I said.

�Local girl?�� This from my mother.

�Oh, she�s local, alright,� I said, praying that they wouldn�t start digging too much.� It wasn�t like I didn�t want them to know I was taking my own sister to dinner; I just didn�t want my normally thrifty parents busting my ass about the cost of taking Brenda to Chez Bastille.

My mother was about to get out her backhoe and start some serious digging when my father saved my bacon.� �Leave the boy alone, Sarah; who he�s dating is none of our business.� After all, he�s a man now.�

The rest of the week took five years to pass, but Friday finally arrived.� I even took off from work early so I could come home and get myself decked out.� Yeah, I was just having dinner with my sister, but that didn�t mean I couldn�t go looking my best, right?� The only down side to the evening�s festivities was that I had to pick Brenda up from Cassandra�s house.� With the hours Brenda was working, she knew that she�d never make it home to get changed, so she arranged to shower and change at Cassandra�s house.

A bit of a bummer, but not much of one.� In fact, having to pick her up somewhere else made this little outing more like a real date which was a little silly �cause we weren�t really going on a date.

Just the same, I found myself sitting in the car nervously waiting for Brenda to appear.� I spent the time peeking at the dashboard clock and wondering what Brenda would be wearing.� I realized I had a bad case of the pre-date jitters when Cassandra�s front door opened and Brenda stepped out.� Man, my heart started to pound as I took in the view of my sister wearing a plain black dress (with matching purse and shoes, of course) that hugged every curve on her body.� Her hair was tightly corn-rowed and the long braids fell onto her bare shoulders, setting off her entire appearance.

I actually found myself staring at her and wiping my suddenly sweaty hands on the sides of the seat�you would have thought that I�d never seen my own sister dressed to the nines before.� As she approached the car, I got out and opened the passenger door for her, something I never would have done if, say, I was giving her a ride downtown or something.

As Brenda fastened her seatbelt, I happened to see Cassandra standing in the door with a bemused smile on her face.� Obviously, she found my act of chivalry just as funny as I did.

�Whenever you�re ready, Micah,� Brenda said.

�Huh? �Oh, right--sorry, Sis.�� I managed to get the car started and pulled away from the curb.� I drove a few blocks silently, using my mirror checks to steal a glance at Brenda every now and then.

�Something wrong?� Brenda asked.

�No, nothing at all,� I managed to say�why was my mouth so dry?� �Why do you ask?�

�Well, you keep looking over here at me, that�s why.�

Busted!� �That dress looks good on you, Brenda,� I said lamely.

�Thanks, Micah�I bought it just for this occasion.� I was hoping you�d find it to your liking.�

The problem was that I liked it very much� perhaps too much if the stirring in my pants was any indication.� I kept telling myself that I was getting a boner looking at my sister and, the more I said it, the more my cock swelled.� Looking back at that moment, I couldn�t be sure if it was the dress, her perfume, or what.� I tried to get my attention off my dick and back onto the road and believe me when I tell you it wasn�t as easy as it should have been.

So here I am, driving along with a hard-on, my body having some rather unsavory thoughts about my sister.� Well, then again, I shouldn�t say unsavory.� It was a leap of logic, but I reasoned that I was having the same reaction to Brenda that any man would have had.

Brenda, however, noticed my silence and decided to comment on it.� �You�re awfully quiet over there,� she said into the semi-darkness of the car.� What�s got you so occupied that you�re not talking to me?�

I felt a cold shiver knife its way into me�that was the same sort of question Katy used to ask when we were in the car together.� As a matter of fact, my silence was pretty much for the same reason!

�I didn�t think you�d be very interested in hearing about my day,� I said, flipping on the left turn signal and merging into the turning lane that would put us onto Fair Street.

�Why wouldn�t I?� Brenda countered.� �Was it that boring?�

�It was about the same as usual,� I said, launching into a day in the life of a budding network administrator.� We both talked about our work day and I found the conversation soothing and just the thing to get my mind off my dick.

A couple of minutes later, I pulled up in front of Chez Bastille.� A strong sense of d�j� vu came over me as the valet opened the door for Brenda before coming around to my side to take the keys and give me a parking check.� As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I took a moment to look at Brenda under the lights�she was stunning!� That dress did more than just hug her body�it looked as if it had been airbrushed onto her.� As she turned towards me, I could see the outline of her nipples poking at the fabric of her dress�good sized ones, too, about as big around as a dime or so.

�You�re staring again,� Brenda said, her ever-present smile not doing much to shake this odd feeling I was having.

�Am I?� I said, trying to play it off.

�Yes, you are,� Brenda said, her smile widening.

�Didn�t mean to.� Shall we go inside?�� I asked, offering Brenda my arm.

As we entered the restaurant, heads were turning in our direction.� In a way, I can�t say that I blame them �cause we looked pretty good together, especially since we both wore black (I had added a touch of color by donning a blood-red turtleneck).

Our reservation was quickly confirmed and we were whisked to our table; we hadn�t been seated for a good ten seconds before a waiter appeared to take our drink order.

�How about a good Merlot?� I asked Brenda, who rolled her eyes at the ceiling.

�Going all out, huh?�

�What?� Nah, I just happen to like Merlot,� I said, waving off any protest of being too extravagant.

�I�ll trust your judgment, Micah,� Brenda said, leaning forward on her elbows.� The flickering candlelight played across her eyes; combined with the shadows, my sister presented the image of one really sexy honey.

I told the waiter which wine I wanted and sat back to wait for its arrival.� I called myself looking around the crowded restaurant, but my eyes kept coming back to Brenda.� My God, she was so lovely�I just couldn�t understand why guys just couldn�t see her as I did.

�You�re staring again,� Brenda said quietly.� �What�s up with that?�

�I just can�t get over how nice you look,� I said.� �It�s like I�ve never really seen you before.�

�Thanks� I think.� So, now that we�ve got that out of the way, I need to ask you something.�

�What�s that?� I asked, feeling my heart suddenly stop in my chest.

�Can you read French?�

�Yeah,� I answered, slightly mystified.� �They don�t have a menu in English here.�

�Good!� Then you can order for the both of us!�

My heart started beating again, although I couldn�t fathom why it stopped in the first place.� I picked up the menu and scanned it, trying to pick out a meal I thought Brenda would enjoy.� The waiter returned with the Merlot, poured a couple of glasses, and stepped back to await our food order, which I gave to him in French.� As the waiter departed, I picked up my wine glass and saluted Brenda, who did the same.

We quickly went through the wine while waiting for our meals to arrive.� I guess our waiter must have been spying on us because he brought another bottle with him, along with the appetizer.� By the time the main course showed, we were making quick work of the second bottle and I was giving some serious thought about ordering a third when Brenda spoke.

�You know, if I didn�t know better�and if you weren�t my brother�I�d swear you were trying to get me drunk,� she said, her voice slurring noticeably.

�Get you drunk?� Why in the hell would I do that?� I slurred back at her.

�So you could take advantage of me,� Brenda said before knocking back the corner of wine in her glass.

�Yeah, right,� I said dryly, signaling the waiter for another bottle of Merlot.� The part of my brain that wasn�t under an alcohol-induced haze was reminding me that I�d be a couple of months paying off my credit card after this night was over with.� But, what the fuck�nothing was too good for my sister.

We were having such a good time, nibbling on dessert and sipping brandy!� As the waiter handed me the bill, I sobered up a little.� One because of the numbers on the bottom of the bill (plus 15%) and because it signaled an end to a very nice evening.� I groaned a little, handing over my credit card.

�What�s up, Micah?� Brenda asked, her eyes bright.

�Ah, nothing,� I said, signing my life away.

�Who�re you trying to bullshit?� I know something�s wrong, so spill it.�

�I had a great time with you, Sis,� I said, leaning across the table and taking her hands in mine.� �Thanks for coming out with me.�

�I should be thanking you, Micah; I can�t remember the last time I was wined and dined like this.�

�Well, it was worth the expense,� I said, helping Brenda from her chair; hand in hand, we headed outside.

I handed the valet the ticket for my car and just stood next to Brenda drinking in the night.� The attendant pulled up and, between the two of us, managed to get Brenda in the car.� I sighed heavily as I slid behind the wheel.

�Now what�s wrong?� Brenda asked, turning in her seat to face me�and giving me a view of her nicely shaped thighs.

�I was just thinking that it�s a damned shame the evening has ended,� I said wistfully.

�Who said it was over with?� Brenda asked, causing me to frown a little.

�Well, isn�t it?�

�Not if we don�t want it to be,� Brenda said, running a finger along the back of my hand�and sending chills down my spine.

�So, what do we do now?� I queried, pulling into traffic.

�I dunno�what would you normally do after a dinner like that?�

�Um, well�� I stammered.

�Let me guess.� Provided you didn�t have tickets to some show or something, you�d probably be on your way to Massey�s Point right about now, right?�

I had to admit that she had me on that one and told her so.

�That�s what I thought,� Brenda said, her voice still having a bit of a slur to it.� �One problem with that, though.�

�You mean other than the obvious?�

Brenda scrunched up her face, as if she had no idea what I was talking about.� �I don�t know about all that, but you do have a problem.�

�What problem would that be, Brenda?� I asked, passing a slowpoke in front of me.

�Massey�s Point is in the other direction.�

Five

At this point, I have to admit that between my share of three bottles of wine and a snifter of brandy, I wasn�t feeling much in the way of pain.� But at the same time, I wasn�t so far gone that I couldn�t drive�or do a double-take so hard I almost gave myself whiplash.� For her part, Brenda just sat there looking at me�and for once she wasn�t smiling.

�Is there a problem, Micah?� Brenda asked.

�Well, you could say that,� I said, trying to pay more attention to the road than to Brenda�s gentle stroking of my arm.� �I thought I just heard you suggest we go up to Massey�s Point.�

�I did,� Brenda confirmed.

�Look, Sis, I know you�ve had quite a bit of vino, but you do remember what goes on up at Massey�s don�t you?�

�Damned right I do,� Brenda said, her smile reappearing.� �So, are you going to turn this bitch around or what?�

�Why don�t we just go home?� I suggested.

�Why don�t you turn the car around?� Brenda countered.� She unfastened her seat belt and slid a little closer to me.

I really didn�t want to ruin the fine evening we�d shared to this point.� Ignoring the effects her perfume and the alcohol, I checked my mirrors and hooked a U-turn, heading back the way we had come.

�Okay, I suppose we can go hang out up there for a few,� I said, peering up through the windshield at the night sky.� �It�s a clear night�we should have a pretty view of the city.�

Brenda didn�t say anything, which sorta disappointed me.� I mean, let�s face it, folks: the only reason why guys take girls up to The Point was to knock some serious boots, especially if they couldn�t afford to get a motel for the night.� In this town, getting a girl to agree to go to The Point with you was pretty much a guarantee that you were going to get laid�more so if she was the one who made the suggestion.

I was really trying to concentrate on why Brenda would want to go up there with me, of all people.� Now, I�m a pretty sharp guy, even when I�ve had a few; but her reasoning was beyond me.� I also had a hard time getting a grip on my thoughts �cause Brenda had gone from toying with my arm to tracing outlines on my thigh.� It was a hard combination to fight against: good food, good drink, pretty woman playing with your leg, dick hard, and you�re on your way to The Point.� Under normal circumstances, well, let�s say that if my sister wasn�t the woman in the car with me, she�d be playing with more than my leg, if you know what I mean.

We made the drive out to The Point in silence�which should have told me something.� I�ve seen my sister pretty tore down and she tends to prattle on and on about every- and anything.� Me?� Well, I was being very gallant and doing my level best not to let her playing with my leg get to me.� I kept telling myself�and unnecessarily so�that this was no ordinary girl: this was my sister.� She was a fox and looking damned good in that dress�but my sister just the same.� Hell, I�d never seen her in any condition other than fully dressed.

So, as I parked the car and shut off the engine, I was really trying to ignore those dime-sized nipples of hers, just like I was trying to make the hot throbbing in my pants go away.� I reached for the door handle, intending to get out and stretch my legs�and to get away from Brenda for a moment.

�Going somewhere, Micah?� Brenda asked.

�Just stepping out for a moment,� I said, my heart starting to pound in my chest.

�Wouldn�t you rather sit here with me for a while?�

�And do what?�

�Well, if you were with, say, Cassandra, what would you be doing?�

�You�ve got to be kidding me,� I said, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice.

�Come on, Micah�humor me for a moment.� What would you be doing right about now?�

By now, every hormone-producing gland in my body was hard at work, adding their own special brand of intoxication to the mix and forcing reason and common sense to take a backseat to more primordial instincts.� Trying to keep a lock on my thoughts was like trying to grab a handful of smoke.� And Brenda was just sitting there, oozing sexuality like it was nobody�s business.

�So?� You gonna tell me or what?�

�What would I be doing now?� I finally said, repeating her question.� �Right about now, I�d be scooting over a little so I could look into her eyes.�

�Like this?� Brenda asked, edging closer to me and making my heart rate go up about ten points.� �Then what?�

�Then I�d probably lean over and kiss her,� I said, trying to imagine that Cassandra was sitting next to me instead of Brenda.

�Oh.� You mean like this��� Before I could react, Brenda leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.� My heart rate doubled and the hormones were really flowing.� South of my navel, my cock had become painfully erect.

�Uh, yeah�something like that,� I said, feeling even more lightheaded than the booze would account for.

�Or is it more like this��� This time, Brenda leaned forward and kissed me again�hard, crushing her mouth against mine and, oh, damn, slipping her tongue between my slightly parted lips.

Honest to God�I tried to pull away, now realizing that if I didn�t, oh, my God, something that shouldn�t happen was going to happen.� I tried to pull my head back, only to have Brenda reach up and hold me firmly in place as her tongue began to explore the recesses of my mouth.� I could feel the breath from her nostrils hot against my face; one hand held my mouth against hers while the other began to massage my neck.

Brenda continued the assault on my mouth, her tongue poking and probing, running across even my teeth and gums.� My brain had long since shut down�but one stray thought continued to echo inside my skull.� See, I don�t know what shocked me more: Brenda�s kissing me like I was her boyfriend� or the fact that I was responding to it.

Somewhere along the line, Brenda freed up a hand which was now giving my erection a very nice massage through the material of my pants.� I tried to move her hand away�and got my fingers smacked for my troubles.� Oh, and her tongue and lips worked against mine even harder.

Ladies and gentlemen, I was being had.� Even if my brain was slow to acknowledge it, my body knew it as it relaxed and gave itself up to Brenda.� A draft of cool air hitting me in the crotch told me that my sister had succeeded in freeing my cock, exposing me before her like I�ve never been exposed before.

Brenda pulled her mouth from mine and began kissing and licking and biting my face; all the while, her hand stroked my cock, expertly drawing the smooth skin along the hardened shaft, enticing me to become even harder, if that was possible.� With my mouth now free of my sister�s hot tongue, I made a weak attempt to speak.

�Uh, Brenda�� I croaked.

�Shut the fuck up,� Brenda hissed into my ear, pulling at the tender flesh of my earlobe with her teeth before latching onto my neck.� I could hear her inhale deeply, followed by an incredible jolt of pleasure/pain�my sister was giving me a passion mark!� She was sucking on my neck so hard, I could easily imagine that she had drawn blood.

And to make matters worse (or better), I could hear myself moaning in response, holding her head tight against my throat, egging her on; it was like she knew what would turn me on the most.

Brenda suddenly sat back, breathing hard and fast and for a moment, I thought she had finally come to her senses.� I managed to open my eyes and the first thing I saw was the look on my sister�s face.� It was a primal�almost feral�look; her eyes glinted in the near-darkness of the car�s interior and I could see her licking her lips.� Even as I dimly thought that I never really noticed how long her tongue was, the next thing I saw was Brenda�s head swooping down, her mouth enveloping my manhood.

�Oh, shit�,� I moaned as Brenda proceeded to rapidly deep-throat me three times without gagging.� I�m not gonna say that I have a really big dick�it was only about seven inches fully erect.� But I damned sure was impressed; right about now, Katy would have been gagging and heaving.

The car�s interior was filled with the sounds of Brenda happily sucking away on my cock and balls�and me moaning like a bitch in heat.� Nothing I�d ever experienced before could compare to the way my sister was slobbing my knob� It didn�t take her long to get me flexing my hips upward, stabbing my meat into the welcome warmth of her mouth repeatedly.

I was three good sucks away from blowing my load when Brenda sat up. She managed to wriggle out of her dress, revealing a nice pair of tits, unencumbered by a bra and a dark, thick patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair�sans panties, of course.� She rubbed her hands across her erect nipples before cupping a hand under each breast.

�Suck them,� she commanded, her voice husky.

Shit, she didn�t have to tell me twice!� I was on her globes like a starving man at a feast, my hands kneading her melons while my mouth and tongue worked over her nipples one at a time.� Brenda squirmed beneath me, cradling my head to her bosom�and damn near smothering me in the process.

With my lust completely in control, I was getting a little itchy; as nice as my sister�s knobs were, and as much as I was enjoying myself, I could definitely find something better to suck on.� Brenda must have had the same thoughts because while I was teasing one nipple with my teeth, she began to push my head down along her taut stomach.

Now, I could have lingered a little, you know, used my tongue to paint a trail down to her bushy nest� not!� The second I felt her shoving my head down, I practically dove into her cunt, using my fingers to part the incredibly thick hair between her legs to get at her oyster.

It was incredibly cramped in the front seat; Brenda managed to prop one foot up on the dashboard while throwing her other leg across the back of the seat.� I was practically in the floor, part of the steering wheel wedged up against my lower back.� Had I been using the head on my shoulders, I would have thought to open the door on my side�that way I could have stretched out a little (while offering my ass up for mosquito bait).

The discomfort was a secondary issue for me and not as important as getting my mouth on my sister�s coochie.� My first taste of her was sharp and just a little unpleasant�but that first taste usually was.� The next one took the sharp edge off of her snatch and I dove in with a groan, swiping my tongue wetly from the top of her mons to her asshole over and over until she was slick with saliva.

�Eat me, Micah!� Eat my pussy, baby!� Love it!� Suck it!�� Brenda�s cries grew a little louder each time I licked her slit, her hips bouncing off the seat.� I decided it was time to go for the coup de grace, so I sucked her clitty into my mouth as hard as I could and sent the tip of my tongue whirling across it.� I slowed my attack and focused on a spot just on the left side of her clit.

I found out something interesting one day while going down on Beth Turner.� Seems like if a woman is right handed, the left side of her clitty is more sensitive than the right side�and vice versa.

I grooved my tongue under the tiny head of her clitoris, alternating speeds, causing Brenda to fuck my face with short, hard� thrusts.� I slipped my tongue around to the right side, only to have my sister latch onto my head.

��No!� No!� Stay there�DON�T MOVE!�

I did as she told me, sucking her clit even harder, flicking my tongue on that one spot until I felt Brenda�s entire body go rigid.

�OH, FUCK!� YES!� Brenda cried out as an orgasm bitch-slapped her.� She went from being as stiff as a board to fucking my mouth so hard I thought she knocked a tooth loose.

Despite the pain, I continued to lick her clit slowly and gently, prolonging her orgasmic agony and really getting off on the feel of her bud jerking wildly in my mouth.

�The dick� give me the dick,� Brenda said, her hands clawing at me, trying to urge me into position.� �C�mon Micah�stick that motherfucker in me� I need it NOW!�

Like I needed a great deal of urging!� I heard my knees cracking a little as I got up and slid between my sister�s flailing legs, spearing her with my hardness.� I was a little surprised at how easily I slid into her; I guess I expected some resistance since she wasn�t really that wet.� Just the same, I can�t begin to describe how heavenly it felt being buried to the hilt in Brenda�s cooze�

I began to fuck my sister, setting a slow, easy pace.� I wanted this moment to last forever� well, longer than I knew it was going to last.� I could feel Brenda�s vaginal muscles squeezing my cock, trying to trap me inside of her.� I was just cruising along when Brenda reached up and slapped the piss out of me!

�What the fuck are you doing?� Brenda asked, thrusting her hips upward.� �Fuck me harder, you bastard!�

My face was stinging like crazy but I ignored it; either out of anger or compliance with her request, I began to pound her pussy in earnest.

�Yeah, that�s it, big brother!� C�mon, harder!� HARDER!�

I reared back and slammed myself into Brenda so hard I could her our pubic bones clacking against each other.� Perspiration flowed into my eyes, stinging them as I kept ramming my dick into her.

�Faster!� Harder and faster� I gotta cum, gotta do it, gotta fuck this cock��

Man, I was going so hard and fast I could feel the muscles in my lower back knotting up in protest of the abuse I was laying on them.� My balls were so tight they hurt and my cock felt as if it was twenty inches long and ten inches thick.� Beneath me, Brenda was still urging me to fuck her harder and faster when time suddenly stood still.

A few years ago, I had the misfortune of almost being electrocuted.� It was an accident and one I obviously survived.� There was one moment I remember in particular, that split-second between my coming in contact with the wire and the electricity coursing through my body.� In that instance, time stood still for me before my body was wracked with spasms.� Someone got me away from the wires and I passed out�but I�ll never forget the feeling of having so much electricity flowing through my body.� In fact, I hoped I�d never feel it again�

I was feeling it now as everything grew still; even Brenda was quiet.� Then my release hit me, sending me into delicious, agonizing spasms.� I could feel my cock jerking inside of Brenda, jet after jet of spunk splashing inside of her.� I couldn�t breathe, couldn�t think; all I could do was pump sperm into my sister�s pussy.� I was dimly aware of Brenda humping against me, riding out her own release, as the last of my seed dribbled into her.

Exhausted and more spent than I�d ever been, I managed to pull out of Brenda, catching a glimpse of the little river of jizz flowing from her distended labia.� Then reality returned with a vengeance.

Six

�Oh, my God,� I moaned.

�You got that right,� Brenda said, sitting up and rubbing her neck.� �God, that was so fucking good!� Damn!� I didn�t know you had it like that��� Brenda stopped talking after getting a good look at my face, which now had rivers of tears cascading down my cheeks.

�Micah?� What�s wrong?�

�Do you know what we�ve done?� I said after a few moments.� It was all I could do not to break down and sob.

�Do I know?� You�re damned right I know�we just fucked each other�s brains out,� Brenda said.� �Don�t tell me you never thought about doing it!�

�Nope,� I said, wiping my eyes.� �Never gave it any thought; I mean, fuck, you�re my sister!�

�Yeah?� So, what, you�ve fucked me�and pretty good I might add�and I�ve stopped being your sister?� Look, it�s just as much my fault as it is yours, if you feel like blaming somebody.� Shit, we drank enough wine and brandy to get our whole block toasted!�

�No, you don�t understand,� I said, my feelings washing over me a different way every few seconds.

�What don�t I understand, then?� Brenda asked, squirming her way back into her dress and trying to make herself look presentable.

�Something that Dad told me,� I said, putting my own act in order.

�And what was that?�

�I was asking him how I�d know when I found the right woman for me and he just said that I�d know it when I found her.�

�Micah, what are you saying?� Brenda asked.� I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew exactly what I was going to say, knew exactly how I was feeling at the moment.

�Remember back when we had that talk the night Katy ditched me?�� Brenda nodded.

�You said that it was a shame we were related because you felt that we�d be good for each other.�� Brenda nodded again.

�Well, I got to thinking about it, which is why I decided to take you to dinner.� But, it wasn�t until we were making love that I finally knew it for sure.�� I reached into my pants pocket, rummaging around until I found what I was looking for.

�Knew what, Micah?�� Brenda asked, tears beginning to stream down her tawny cheeks.

�That you are The One,� I said, taking the ring I had given Katy and placing it on Brenda�s ring finger.

�Oh, no,� Brenda said, the tears really flowing now as she tried to look at the arrangement of emeralds and diamonds on her finger.� �Micah, we�, I��

�I know, you�re going to tell me that we can�t do this, going to tell me that you can�t see yourself having a relationship with me.� Trust me, I couldn�t see it either but I had to realize that there was no denying what I felt about you.�

�I don�t know what to say,� Brenda said, regaining a bit of composure.

�Just say the truth, Brenda,� I said, feeling a calm I�d never known before.� �You were feeling the same thing I was that night we talked.�

�The thought had crossed my mind,� Brenda admitted, still looking at the ring on her finger.� �But I didn�t know if you�d see things as I did.�

�I was thinking the same about you,� I confirmed, taking Brenda�s hand.� �Can I tell you something?�

�Shit, after what we just did, there�s nothing you can�t tell me,� Brenda said, warming me with her smile.

�I kinda figured we were going to fuck,� I confessed.

�When did you figure it out?�

�After the third glass of wine; in fact, I was trying to get you drunk.�

�I know,� Brenda said.� �That�s why I kept drinking like a fish, hoping you�d get the hint that I wanted you.�

�So, are you down for this?� I asked, leaning over and kissing my sister lightly on the lips.

�Can I think about it?�

�Sure,� I replied, feeling a jolt of disappointment hit me.� �Take all the time you want.�� I started the car and shifted into reverse.

�Okay, thanks,� Brenda said, wiping her eyes again.

I shifted into drive and started back to town, wondering if I pushed my sister way over the edge with my proposition.� I wasn�t upset about having fucked her; after all we had to drink, I think me and my mother would have fucked�but I was now worried that she�d reject me.

�Micah?�

�Yeah?�

�Yes.�

�Yes?� What are you saying yes to?�

�Yes, I want to be yours, if you�ll have me.�

I stopped the car�carefully�and turned to look at my love.� �Are you sure?�

�You know, I had the same conversation with Mom that you had with Dad,� Brenda began.� �She told me that I had to look at guys carefully because you never know who Mr. Right will be.� Of course, I asked her how I�d know and she said the same thing Dad told you.�

�That you�d know when you met him.�

Brenda nodded.� �See, when you told me that Katy had cut you loose, I knew right at that moment we were meant for each other.� It�s crazy, I know, but I�m glad she dumped you.� Let�s go home.�

I smiled and got the car going again.� We rode home in silence, each of us lost in our memories of the evening.� We arrived to find the house dark, meaning our parents were already in bed.� Once inside, I took Brenda into my arms and kissed her, letting my hands roam freely over her body.

Without a word, we broke the kiss and headed upstairs; once inside Brenda�s room, we undressed and made love again.� Obviously, it was a lot quieter than it had been in the car, but it was just as good, our bodies melding together as one, pleasuring each other until we both exploded in ecstasy.

I left Brenda lying on the crumpled sheets, snoring lightly, got dressed, and started back to my room.� I closed her door behind me and turned�

To find my father standing next to me!� Christ, I never even heard him!�

�Late night, Micah?� my father asked.

�You could say that, sir,� I said, knowing he was next going to ask why I was coming out of my sister�s room.� To my surprise, he just stood there smiling at me.

�So, how was it?� he asked, clapping me on the back.

�How was what?�

�Your sister�s pussy.� How was it?�

�Dad!� I said, feigning shock.� �Are you saying that I, ah, that I fucked my own sister?� How could you?�

My father, however, wasn�t buying it.� �She�s The One, isn�t she?� he asked, locking his eyes onto mine.

�Yes,� I said, realizing there wasn�t a point in trying to hide it from him.� �I�m sorry, Dad.�

�Why?�

�Dad,� I said, trying to keep my voice down.� �I fell in love with my own sister; shit, I just got finished making love to her for the second time tonight!�

�I take it alcohol was involved,� my father said, leaning over and sniffing the air between us.�

�Ah, you could say that, too,� I said sheepishly.

�Trust me, son, I understand what happened tonight.�

�You do?� How could you be so understanding?�

�Well, it might be because I felt the same way about my sister a long time ago,� Dad said.� �Micah, close your mouth.�

My jaws came together with an audible click that echoed in the near-empty hallway.� �Say what?�

�I�m saying the same thing happened between me and my sister,� my father confirmed.

�No shit!� I exclaimed, seeing my father in a different light.

�No shit,� he said, smiling.� �Hell, I could see you and Brenda doing this coming for a long time, so I�m not surprised at any of this.�

�What happened with your sister?� I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

�We went partying with each other one night,� Dad began, moving away from Brenda�s door.� �Hold up a minute�let�s go downstairs.�� I followed my father downstairs to the kitchen, where he continued to blow me away with his story.

�To shorten this a little, we got pretty wasted smoking some weed when we decided to leave the party and go searching for some munchies,� Dad recalled, smiling slyly.

�Dad with the munchies,� I muttered, unable to visualize him toking on a joint.� �Ain�t that �bout a bitch!�

Dad chuckled.� �We wound up at Massey�s Point.� One moment we were sitting there piggin� out, the next we were going at each other like it was nobody�s business.�

�Damn,� I said, realizing he�d done pretty much the same thing with his sister that me and Brenda had done a few hours early.� �What happened after that?�

�I married her, of course,� my father said, watching my jaw bounce off the table.

�Get the fuck outta here,� I gasped, the whole thing coming together for me.� �You mean��

�I think he�s finally got it,� Dad said to no one in particular.� �You want some coffee?� We�ve got a lot to talk about��

Epilogue

Brenda and I went over the state line and got married a couple of weeks later, just as Dad and his sister�our mother�had done years ago.� Hell, they even stood as witnesses for us, if you can get with that.

I have to admit that I was so damned afraid we�d get busted that I almost pissed myself during the brief ceremony.� Afterwards, we all went home so Brenda and I could consummate our marriage.� That in itself was pure joy�but not as much as it was when our parents joined us for a session of lovemaking that lasted until the sun rose the next morning.

Oh, before I forget.� That night out on The Point meant more than just me and Brenda fucking and realizing that we loved each other; she also conceived that night.� It looks like the cycle is starting again�

Finis

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