Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 21:40:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: My Awakening (Part4)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest, watersports and other fetishes.
If you are under the age of eighteen or find this kind of sexual
activity offensive, stop here.

My Awakening (Part 4)
By Rim4you

1

After our activities at the pool, Alan became a welcome guest at our
house and he and I were rapidly becomming good friends. He'd showed me
around San Clemente so I could become familiar with my new surroundings.
At summer's end, we would be attending the same school.

Dad was equally pleased. Not only with Alan's insatiable sex drive,
but that Alan and I were friends.

"That Alan sure is one horny fucker!" Dad would say.

 "And I'm just a washed up, did it, done it, had it, trick? Another
notch on your bed post Dad?" I responded with a cocky voice.

 "Now Scott! You know what I meant. You're still my number one boy-toy!"

"Speaking of which," I prodded, "you haven't forgotten the orders I gave
you that night back at Camp Le Jeune, have you Dad?"

 "No son. I haven't"

 "Well," I coaxed, "since I landed a young stud in two weeks and you
being such a hunky marine and an all out man stud, I'm sure you could
bring us home a young recruit in say ... one week?"

"Just one week?" Dad gasped.

"Surely your being more experienced than I Dad ... after all I'm only
fourteen ... one week should be plenty of time for a man with your
assets!"

"Are you betting me Scott? That I can't land a man in one week?"

"Yes I am! But remember, he has to be a `recruit! No exception. That was
the order and that's the bet!"

"And whoever loses this bet Scott?" Dad inquired.

I paused to think for a moment. I figured it had better be something
that I would enjoy. I was sure that I'd win the bet anyway.

"The loser will be the slave to whoever wins, and Uncle Brad for one
weekend."

 "Fair enough!" Dad said approvingly. "Although I think you'd better
start practicing crawling on your hands and knees Scotty boy!" Dad
laughed.

"That sure of yourself Dad?"

"A marine always thinks positive son. To conquer the objective. That's
our goal. You gave me an order and I'll do my absolute best to carry
it out."

2

On the morning of July 15th, Sgt. Brian Anthony Curtis reported for his
first day of duty as Drill Instructor at Camp Pendelton Marine Corps
Base. Boot camp for new recruits on the west coast, just outside San
Clemente.

The new DI sat at his desk going over the files of the men assigned to
him. One by one he called each man into his office to "conferance" them.
He wanted to get to know his men on a one to one basis, go over with
each man what the Corps expected of them and to hear what their
expectations were.

Sgt. Curtis scheduled his last conference for 3 p.m.

"Jacobi, Adam!" Sgt. Curtis bellowed.

"Sir!" came the reply.

"My office, pronto!"

The young recruit, Adam Jacobi, made his way to Sgt. Curtis' office.
Before the young recruit could salute ...

 "At ease Private," Sgt. Curtis said, rather nonchalantly, seated at his
desk, flipping through the young man's files, "have a seat."

Adam Jacobi was twenty-two years old. He came from Charleston, South
Carolina. What was left of the hair on his head was brown and his eyes
were a deep blue. He stood about 5' 9" and weighed aroud 155 pounds. His
build was athletic. A swimmers' build. He wasn't skinny by any means,
nor lanky. Well proportioned for a recruit, who, among his peers at the
present time, towered above him, earning him the nickname "Short-Stuff."
He wasn't by any means the youngest of his peer group at Pendelton..

Sgt. Curtis surveyed the young man seated before him. He rose from his
chair behind the desk and took a position in front of the desk, half
leaning, half sitting, his legs spread.

Private Jacobi glanced, for an instant, at his DI's crotch which was at
eye level for him seated in his chair.

Sgt. Curtis, likewise glanced, over the files he was holding in his
hands towards the young recruit, who sat with his legs splayed wide. The
bulge between his legs was quite obvious, as the young recruit reached
down to re-adjust himself.

"So you're from South Carolina, Jacobi, " Sgt. Curtis began. "What made
you enlist here?"

"Well sir," Private Jacobi began, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes
making closer contact to Sgt. Curtis' invitng basket, "I moved out here
to San Clemente about a year and a half ago to be closer to my older
brother, Damon," Private Jacobi continued in a pleasant southern drawl.
"He's all the family I got left sir, ever since Mama and Daddy passed
on"

"That makes sense Jacobi," Sgt. Curtis replied, sliding his hand down to
his crotch and casually scratching himself, "family is important."

Glancing again at the young recruit, Sgt. Curtis noticed that the young
man's eyes were revited upon his crotch and did not rise to meet his. He
took the opportunity to grope himself before the young jarhead,
squeezing what was on the rise between his legs.

Private Jacobi, on his part, dropped his hand between his outspread legs
and groped himself also. Then, in a flash, he raised his eyes to meet
Sgt. Curtis'.

The two men looked each other in the eye. Violet eyes gazed into deep
blue eyes and vice versa. They acknowledged each others' gaze with a
slight nod of the head. Each man fondling himself before the other.

"That sure looks mighty invitin' sir," said Private Jacobi, "if you
don't mind my sayin' so sir!"

"Likewise," Sgt. Curtis responded, laying Pvt. Jacobi's file aside on
his desk and reaching down with both hands to fondle the swelling
between his legs.

The young recruit slid slowly off his chair and onto his knees. He
inched his way towards his Drill Instructor, staring at the crotch
before him. So inviting. So inticing.

When at last, Private Jacobi's head was inches away for his DI's basket,
Sgt. Curtis moved his hands from his crotch to his hips and thrust his
pelvis forward.

"Tell me what you like Private!" Sgt. Curtis whispered.

"I aim to please sir! Whatever you order me to do!"

"Anything?" Sgt. Curtis whispered again, wrapping his hands behind
Private Jacobi's head and drawing him forward.

"Absolutely anything sir!"

 3

Dad came home from work that Wednesday evening, whistling and grinning
from ear to ear.

"How are your knees son?" Dad asked chuckling, as he came up from behind
me as I stood in front of the grill in the backyard, naked, flipping
some burgers. He reached down and slipped a finger into my ass crack and
probed my moist asshole.

"Smells good son!" He continued to chuckle as he brought his finger
under his nose and sniffed.

"The burgers or my ass?"

"Both!" He replied. "So are you busy this weekend Scott?"

"Why?" I replied.

"Because I own you! And Brad owns you too!"

"What are you talkin' about Dad?"

He sunk his finger back into my bung hole deep. I flinched.

"The bet Scotty," he answered, as he flicked his tongue over my ear,
"you lost! ... slave! ... Private Adam Jacobi will be here at 8:30 this
evening!"

A gasp escaped my lips as Dad's finger probed deeper into my asshole.
Withdrawing his finger, he shot it back under his nose and sighed.

 "You can have your fun tonight but Brad and I will own you this
weekend!"

I had lost the bet.

4

The Grandfather clock in the livingroom chimed 8;30 p.m. I jumped with
anticipation from my seat on the sofa. Dad stood up and waved me back.

"I'll come and get you Scott when we're ready!" Dad responded, as he
headed towards the front door.

I leaned over and picked up my sneaker beside the couch. Raising it to
my face I began to sniff it while pulling on my dick, all the while my
heart racing and pounding within my chest.

I could hear voices. Strong, masculine voices. One I was familiar with.
The other with an accent I recognized. Southern.

Dad returned to the livingroom. My face was still buried in my sneaker,
huffing away.

"Come to the garage in fifteen minutes. We'll be waiting for you Scott!"
Dad said.

I nodded my head, engrossed in the funky aroma my grundgy sneaker gave
me.

The clock chimed 8:45 p.m. I headed for the kitchen, clutching my
sneaker in my hand. Towards the door that led to the garange. I paused
at the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of poppers. I shook the
bottle and unscrewed the cap. Placing the bottle under my nose, I took a
deep hit, then walked across the room and grasped the door knob of the
door leading into the garage. Slowly, I pushed the door open.

The garage was dimly lit by a low watt bulb. Shadows lurked everywhere.
In the center of the room I could see two figures facing me. One
standing. The other kneeling. Both men completely naked. The man I saw
standing was my Dad, his cock in his hand. Stroking slowly. The man on
his knees I did not recognize at all. He too was stroking his cock which
arched from his body, his hand pressing it down towards the cement
floor, barely grazing it.

The two cocks staring at me were almost identical in length and
thickness. I knew Dad's cock measured thirteen inches in length and six
inches around because I had measured it myself. The strangers' dick was
so similar except, that as I drew nearer, I could see that it was uncut.

I brought my sneaker to my face again and inhaled deeply.

The stranger had a black hood drawn over his head. It covered his face
completely except for one opening which only revealed his nose and
mouth. His facial features were completely obliterated from me.

His nipples were clamped and suspended from each clamped nipple was a
silver chain. Around his cock and balls was encircled a studded, leather
cock ring. Between his legs, the stranger was impaled upon, what looked
to be, by its wide circumferance. a massive dildo.

"Scott," Dad whispered, "I'd like you to meet Pvt. Adam Jacobi. He's one
of my new recruits!"

"Hello Adam." I whispered back.

Without saying a word, Adam nodded his head in the direction of my voice
and waved his huge cock at me then reached up to the chain suspended
between his nipples and tugged.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," he sighed. Then leaning his head back towards Dad's cock
he opened his mouth wide.

Dad's semi-hard dick slipped between the recruit's lips. A splashing
sound echoed within the empty garage. Dad was pissing in Adam's mouth.

Adam responded by gulping and swallowing his fellow jarheads's steamy,
golden nectar.

"Yeah Private!" Dad moaned, "Drink my stinkin' marine piss! Don't you
fuckin' waste one drop!"

"I won't sir! Oh, thank you sir!" The hooded stanger with the southern
accent replied, as he gulped; swallowed every ounce of Dad/s piss.

 "Fuckin' thirsty aren't you Jacobi!" Dad hollered.

As Dad pissed in Adam's mouth, Adam fucked himself slowly with the
massive dildo he had shoved up his ass. With each swallow Adam took of
Dad's warm piss, Adam would grind his ass down on the dildo, then gently
rise up, open his mouth wider to receive more piss, swallow and then
make his downward descent upon the rubber dick.

"Yeah! That's it marine!" Dad bellowed, "Drink my fuckin' piss and fuck
yourself up the ass!"

My cock stood at attention as I looked at the two men. Here were two
naked jarheads right in front of me engaged in an act that appeared to
bind them together. As I watched, my own wanton lust mounting, I was
amazed that Adam never spilled a drop of Dad's flowing piss, even in the
awkward position Adam was in with his head tilted backwards to receive
Dad's pissing cock.

As Adam gulped one last time, Dad slid his long, thick cock from Adam's
mouth, then motioned me to come forward.

"Put your cock in this marine toilet's mouth Scott," Dad whispere in a
husky voice, "give him some boy-toy dick!"

I approached the hooded firgure, kneeling, semi-squatting on the floor,
still impaled upon the large dildo. His mouth was open wide. Waiting.
Anticipating my young, throbbing teen-age cock.

As my dick made contact with his mouth, Adam pressed his head forward
and my pulsing rod slid into the warm, wet cavity of his mouth.

 "Yeah! That's it recruit! Suck my boy's cock! Suck hot teen-age cock!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Adam moaned, as he sucked my dick hungrily.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I sighed, as Adam's mouth worked its magic on my dick,
"Feels so fuckin' good havin' my dick suck by a jarhead!"

"You like that Scott?" Dad whispered, as he brought his lips towards
mine to kiss me.

"Oh yes Dad!" I moaned, as our lips touched.

It was fairly warm in the garage on that summer evening. Our bodies
responded to the heat with beads of sweat running down our physiques.
Dad ran his hand over the sweaty mounds of his ass, then probed a
searching finger into the depths of his wet trench. Then he brought his
finger under my nose and instantly I detected the aroma of asshole.
Ripe, smelly asshole. The aroma I loved with a passion.

"Fuck yeah Dad!" I groaned with lust and perversion, "give me marine
stink! More .. please!"

Dad returned his hand to his sweaty ass. A sloppier sucking sound could
be heard, followed by a slight sound, as of wind escaping from a
confined area. As Dad brought his hand back up towards my face, I could
see that three of his fingers were heavily coated with shit. I sniffed
the air wildly as Dad's dirty fingers inched closer and closer to my
nose.

"Fuckin' ultimate in marine stink son!" Dad toyed with me, passing his
shitty fingers under my nose, "want it?"

 "Please Dad," I pleaded softly, "yes! Give me jarhead stink!"

Dad wiped his fingers on the skin directly under my nose then swirled
his shitty fingers over my lips and chin.

My legs nearly buckled under me and I almost swooned with this nasty
game that we were playing. My tongue darted out and I began licking
Dad's fingers, turning my head this way and that so I could draw and
savor into my mouth, my Dad's pungent, tangy shit!

"Kiss the jarhead now Scott," Dad whispered, erotically. A nasty smile
spread across his handsome face.

I eased my cock out of Adam's mouth and knelt between Adam's spread
legs. I brought my face close to his. Adam detected the odor of shit and
turned his face away. Dad responded quickly by holding Adam's head
firmly with his hands and turned his face towards mine.

"But sir! ... I've never ... I don't know if ... the smell sir! ... I
..."

"Smell my boy's face and kiss his shitty lips recruit! That's an order,
marine!"

I brought my face closer to Adam's. My cock throbbed madly with the
sexual arousal this young recruit's reluctance gave me. Cautiously, Adam
sniffed. He tried to jerk his head away, but Dad had him in a powerful
grip. There was no escaping. Even the hard-on Adam sported just moments
before, was dissipating.

"Smell his face Jacobi!" Dad bellowed. "You know you want it!"

 I thought it strange that throughout Adam's initial torment, he didn't
fight to get up and run away. Instead, he clasped hands around my arms
and squeezed, pushing me away slightly, but not throwing me back as he
could have so easily done. In fact, Adam swallowed the dildo up his ass
to the hilt. Perhaps in a way he was enjoying this disgusting act of
lewd perversity.

This time Adam obeyed and drew in a deep breath. Exhaling, he coughed,
almost gagging.

"Don't you get sick Jacobi! Or you'll be licking more than my son's
lips!"

"Yes sir!" Adam whimpered. "I won't sir! A marine always keeps his
word."

I brought my stinking lips to Adam's and grazed his. His breaths became
rapid and gasping.

"Kiss me marine!" I whispered.

"I ..." he began. But Dad's powerful grip made him realise that there
was no escaping the situation. Without further hesitation, Adam pressed
his lips to my filthy, shitty lips.

At first, Adam's lips just barely brushed mine, ever so lightly.
Cautiously. I placed my hand on the back of his head and drew him more
forcefully to my filthy lips. He tensed but relaxed as I tugged on the
chain suspended between his clamped nipples.

Letting out a soft moan, Adam's kiss became deeper. Our dirty kiss was
arousing and passionate and our mouths opened and Adam's tongue began
swirling within my shitty mouth. Dad released his grip from Adam's head.
We continued our shit kiss, our arms wrapped around each other, holding
one another close.

Adam ground his ass down upon the rubber cock embedded deep within his
ass.

Dad watched Adam and I kissing. Licking each others' filthy lips,
flicking pieces of shit into our mouths.

"You're fuckin' enjoyin' that aren't you Private? Your fuckin' cock's
rock hard again!"

"Yes sir!" Adam sighed, not breaking his kiss, "I'm here to please you
and your boy. Treat me like the worthless piece of shit that I am sir!"

I hadn't showered in three days. I knew I reeked of sweat, grundge, cum
and piss. As we broke our kiss, Adam sighed deeply.

"Thank you sir!" he moaned politely in his southern drawl that I found
so sexy.

I raised my sweaty armpit and brought it to Adam's face. He bured his
face into my stinking pit, sniffing and slurping. After he finished
servicing my armpit I slowly stood up.

Dad had been fingering his shitty asshole again and lubed my cock with a
fresh coat of his brown sludge. Then he nodded his head towards the
hooded recruit on the floor.

I inched my dirty cock towards Adam's mouth.

"I smell shit sir!" Adam moaned, shaking his head from side to side,
drawing his head back. "Please sir! Don't make me ..."

A loud slap resounded in the room followed by another. And another.
Adam's body lurched forward, his ass jutted back. The sudden surprise to
his ass, caused the dildo to slip out of his asshole. It was covered
with shit. His shit. Another hard slap echoed in the garage.

Out of nowhere Dad had produced a paddle and proceded to spank Adam's
upturned ass.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Adam moaned and whimpered as he received each strike of
the paddle on his naked flesh. "Have I displeased you sir?" Adam said in
a voice that was choked, as if he were crying, yet filled with
animalistic lust.

"Did you just now refuse the gift of my boy's shitty cock to your
worthless mouth marine?" Dad shouted.

Another powerful slap resounded.

"Yes sir! I did sir! I apologize sir! It won't happen again sir!"

Dad flung the paddle across the room. Even I winced as it skidded across
the floor, bouncing off a wall.

"Fuckin' jarheads need to be whipped into shape!"

Adam immediately sunk his mouth onto my dirty cock and began to suck
with gusto. In turn, I fucked his face with a passion. Slamming my cock
in and out of his mouth. His shitty spit drooling out of the corners of
his mouth.

"That's better marine!" Dad barked. "Keep that up and you just might
make fuckin' Lance Corporal a lot sooner!"

Adam's sucking mouth on my dick felt so wonderful. Knowing that he was
sucking my shitty cock brought me close to the brink of exploding my hot
jizz. Not wanting to cum yet I yanked my cock out of his mouth.

Dad took the opportunity of Adam's wide, open mouth, to hock a wad of
spit directly into the recruit's mouth. Adam swallowed.

"Thank you sirs!" Adam replied.
Dad hocked again and another wad of spit landed on Adam's tongue which
he dutifully swirled in his mouth and swallowed.

I approached Adam again and slid my dick down his throat. He clamped his
lips around my turgid cock and started sucking while he reached back
with his hands and spread his ass cheeks apart.

Dad knelt down behind Adam's upturned, spread trench. Aiming his cock at
Adam's puckered asshole, he lunged forward. Adam responded with the rape
of his asshole by devouring my cock down his throat. Dad fucked Adam's
ass furiously and without mercy. Adam moaned and bucked his ass back
upon Dad's pounding cock with each deep, penetrating thrust.

Each time Dad would withdraw his monster thirteen inch dick from Adam's
quivering fuck hole, brown sludge would ooze out.

"Fuckin' shitty, filthy ass marine!" Dad shouted, "I'm fuckin' a
latrine! It's a fuckin' sewer pit back here Scott!"

"Yeah!" I shouted back, caught up in the lust that was building between
the three of us. "Fuck his filthy, shitty jarhead ass Dad! Fuck him!"

"Need some marine stink son?" Dad hollered.

"Oh yeah!" I screamed, pumping my cock into Adam's sucking mouth as Dad
pounded and plowed his ass. "I need some man stink Dad! I need it
fuckin' bad!"

Dad reached down to the rubber cock, slimed with Adam's ass sludge. He
rubbed it over his face and then tossed it to me. I sniffed every inch
of it then put the head of the rubber dick into my mouth and began
sucking on Adam's ass slop. His stench. His shit encompassed me.

The three of us were lost. Absorbed. Entranced in the lust that
overwhelmed us. We were driven, not by our minds, but rather by the
throbbing, aching needs of our cocks.

"Fuckin' jarhead pig!" I moaned, "fuckin' greedy marine pig! Suckin'
cock ... gettin' cock up you shitty asshole!  Gonna give you more
slut!"

I arched my back and released into Adam's sucking, pig mouth, a warm
stream of my hot, teen-age piss.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Adam groaned, as my golden nectar filled his toilet
mouth.

"Drink fucker! Drink my mother fuckin' boy piss! Wash that shit down
your fuckin' toilet jarhead mouth! God-damn you're a nasty marine!"

Adam gulped and swallowed my rancid piss down his thirsty throat.
Moaning and squeeling with delight as I flooded his nasty mouth.

"Oh yeah!" Dad hollered, "piss in the fuckin' dirty pig's mouth Scott!"


Adam continued to buck his sloppy, shitty ass back onto Dad's cock.

The smell of shit and piss filled the confined garage. There was no
window to allow the escape of the aromas permeating from our bodies.

While my piss stream was still gushing down Adam's thirsty throat, Dad
began to fill Adam's dirty ass with his hot piss.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Adam groaned, in pig lust. His mouth and ass being
filled with piss at the same time.

When our piss streams had stopped, Adam pulled his mouth off of my cock.

"Thank you sirs!" he shouted.

Dad pulled his cock out of Adam's ass. It was covered in shit.

"Sirs?" Adam asked questioningly.

"On you back recruit!" Dad shouted.

Adam obeyed the order and lay on his back. He grabbed his cock and
jacked it, wondering what was in store for him next.
Dad squatted over Adam, his shitty asshole resting on Adam's lips.

"Clean out my ass recruit!"

"But sir!"

"Eat my dirty, stinkin' ass Private! Taste your D.I's shit Jacobi!
That's a fuckin' order! Do it now!"

Before Adam could offer another word of protest, Dad sat down firmly on
Adam's face and ground his shity hole onto Adam's lips.

"Yeah! That's it fucker! Suck the shit outta my hole Jacobi!"

Dad reached down and grasped Adam's legs and jerked them towards his
chest, exposing the young recruit's puckered rose bud to me.

"What ya fuckin' watin' for Scotty?" Dad hollered, "eat the marine's
stinkin' asshole!"
I dove towards the gaping asshole and locked my lips around the
fluttering anal ring of the marine recruit. I sucked and I sucked.

The funky aroma of the shit that had spread out over Adam's asshole
drove me insane with lust. I sucked his rosey hole with fury and gusto.

"Scott!" Adam moaned, as his mouth fround a moment of respite from Dad's
voluptuous mounds of ass flesh, "the way you're suckin' at my asshole
... I'm gonna ... I gotta ... I can't hold ... ah shit!"

Dad reached down and pushed my head into Adam's stinking ass trench.

"Eat that sinkin' ass Scotty! Eat that fuckin' dirty jarhead ass son!"

In an instant, my mouth was flooded with the rancid slop of Adam's
recently fucked, piss filled bowels. Wave after wave of pissy shit
filled my mouth and spilled onto the garage floor.

"Fuck!" I gasped, as Dad pressed my head deeper into Adam's spewing
hole. Spurt after spurt of piss and shit flew out of Adam's asshole into
my mouth. His slop was so nasty.

At the same moment Adam was emptying his asshole into my mouth, Dad
grunted and let rip a juicy, wet fart in Adam's gaping mouth.

Adam tried to turn his head away from the foul stench but Dad only
ground his ass more firmly down on Adam's mouth.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! ... Ffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!" Dad gasped, in a husky,
raspy voice. "Take it marine! Eat my fuckin' shit!"

Dad's fuck hole opened up, and he emptied himself into Adam's mouth. In
one, quick contraction, Dad filled Adam's mouth with stinking shit. The
pasty, smelly sludge, oozed out of Adam's mouth and Dad gyrated his
filthy ass over Adam's face.

"Eat my stinkin' shit marine!" Dad shouted, as he pumped his dick.

"Yes sir!" Adam responded, sloppily. His mouth full of shit.

With Dad's free hand he forced my head deeper and deeper onto Private
Adam Jacobi's spewing asshole. It was so stink. It was so dirty. It was
so filthy. It was so raunchy ... and I loved it.

Within moments of this filthy release from Adam's and Dad's asshole's,
the garage filled with the sounds of men who had reached the point of no
return.

"FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! AAAAAAHHHHHH! I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN'! AAAAAAHHHHH! ...
each of us screamed and moaned as our cocks spat geysers of man spooge
into the air. Spurt after spurt of thick, gooey cum, erupted from our
piss slits and arched in the air, splattering upon our heaving,
sweating, stinking bodies.

"Fuckin', stinkin' hot!" Dad groaned. as he collapsed forward towards
me. Our mouths meeting in a nasty kiss.

Adam, was spitting shit from his mouth. Heaving and sighing.

Dad slid his ass off of Adam's hooded face.

"I wanna see the jarhead's face!" I panted.
Adam reached up. Grasping the leather hood that consealed his identity,
he yanked it off and flung it aside.

I leaned forward and gazed into the most beautiful, deep, penetrating
blue eyes that I had ever seen in my life. The marine lying under me,
his eyes flashing for the first time, uncovered, in the dim light of the
garage, looked deeply into mine.

"Scott!" he whispered.

"Adam!" I whispered back.

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