Chapter 3.1: Escalation?
I can barely hide my annoyance when I answer the door to find Amy Dawson standing in front of me. If I had known that it was her, I wouldn't have interrupted this morning’s workout. Upstairs I can still hear Elastic Heart playing. God damn this bitch, this was one of my favorite songs to dance to!
“Hey, Amy,” I greet her, forcing a smile.
“Yeah, whatever,” she says, obnoxiously chewing gum, her fingers flying over the keypad of her phone. After a minute or so she puts her phone away. “Where’s Jason?”
My left eye twitches as it takes every fiber of my being not to punch her in the neck. I actually try closing the door in her face, but she manages to slither inside like a fucking snake before it swings shut. “Come on in, why don’t you?”
“Where’s Jason?” Amy asks again, completely ignoring my now obvious annoyance and walking from the living room to the kitchen and then to the back door like she owns the damn place.
“He’s on his morning run,” I answer. “You would know that if you paid as much attention to his interests as you do to Keeping Up with the Kardashians,” I want to add. “He should be back any minute,” I say instead.
“Mm-hmm,” Amy grunts and walks into the living room, where she sits herself down on the sofa.
”You want anything to drink?”
“Let’s not pretend to be friends, okay?” And the bitch rolls her eyes, turns the TV on, pulls out her phone and starts texting to who the fuck cares, seeming to forget that I’m standing there.
It makes me wonder what Jason sees in her. She treats him like crap and doesn’t seem to care about anyone’s feelings but her own. Now don’t get me wrong, Amy Dawson is a true beauty, on the outside that is, with her flaming red hair, flawless skin, perky breasts, and a tight ass. I would totally fuck her if God decided to pull a Rule 63* on her. Even as a gay male, I have to admit that she’s smoking hot.
On the inside, however, she’s as rotten as they come. I often find myself imagining her heart being as black as pitch and tar running through her veins instead of blood or that she eats the souls of her enemies for breakfast, dinner, and lunch. She was your typical mean girl.
No doubt that she had a hand in Elaine McAllister’s decision to break up with poor Jeff. Not that the two of them are friends, but I’ve seen them hanging out together once or twice. Upstairs I hear the song coming to an end and I decide to leave the room before I do something I’ll later regret.
At that moment Jason walks in all sweaty and panting and shirtless and looking sexy as all hell. He pulls the plugs from his ears and greets me with a grin. He leans in for a kiss, but I stop him by putting a finger on his lips.
“Your girlfriend’s here,” I announce in a hushed tone and turn around, but Jason grabs me by the wrist and pulls me against his sweaty body, wrapping his arms around my waist and trapping my own arms against my sides. He soaks the front of my white t-shirt, but I don’t care. I can feel his heartbeat, still racing from his run and my own desperately tries to match it. He brushes his nose against mine, which I find a very intimate gesture, and kisses me on the lips. At any moment anyone could walk in to see me in Jason’s arms, his lips locked with mine, but I don’t care. I roll my hips, grinding our groins together and he moans softly.
This is wrong. So very wrong... Then why the fuck does it feel so fucking right? “You’re sweaty,” I breathe against his lips.
“Yeah,” he smiles against mine.
“I love it.”
His forehead is pressed against mine and I find myself wondering what the hell we’re doing right now. The kissing, the hugging, the chemistry? These are the things that lovers do. Is that where this is headed? With my fingers I rake through his damp shoulder-long hair, the blonde locks flowing through them like waves on a restless ocean. And I want to ask him…
“Jason?” Amy’s shrilly voice interrupts us. “Jason, is that you?”
The spell has been broken and he reluctantly releases me from his embrace. A part of me hopes that he won’t and that Amy sees us like this, but he does and I immediately ascend the stairs, taking the steps two to three at a time. At the top I turn to see Amy jump into Jason’s arms and kiss him on the cheek.
“Ooh,” she squeals and grabs his bulge, “someone’s happy to see me.”
Ugh, the delusional cunt!
“You know it, babe,” Jason says with a smile and looks up. Our eyes lock for a brief second, then I turn and walk away and as I enter my room I am greeted by Ariana Grande’s angelic voice. I close the door, feeling more than a little jealous.
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Ah, shit, what’s Amy doing here? She has her arms around my neck and is chatting away in her annoying high-pitched voice, grabbing my now deflating erection through my running shorts and claiming that it’s hard because of her. Little does she know that mere seconds ago I was making out with my stepbrother and that he’s the reason my dick was hard in the first place.
I look up to see Elijah standing at the top of the stairs, a look of hurt in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I want to mouth to him, but he’s gone before I can do that.
Shit, shit, shit!
“Jason, you okay?” Amy asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answer, the annoyance finally setting in. “What are you doing here?”
“What, a girl can’t visit her boyfriend?” She kisses me and I reluctantly kiss her back.
“Yeah, sure, why not?” I say. “But I really need to take a shower.”
“Yeah, you do, you’re all sweaty. Eww, it’s all over me!” she shrieks.
“It’s just sweat, Amy,” I sigh, trying very hard not to roll my eyes.
“Just sweat? Just sweat?” she shrieks, her voice reaching a higher octave with every syllable. “Do you have any idea how many...”
I block out the rest. That’s the best I can do at times like this when Amy finds it necessary to lecture me. My mind drifts to Elijah. He shouldn’t have to go through all this. Hell, I shouldn’t have to go through all this! He and Jeff were right when they told me that I deserved better. Why am I still allowing Amy Dawson to make my life miserable?
“Are you listening to me, Jason?” She smacks me upside the head and I find myself thinking that she’s lucky that I would never hit a woman.
“Yeah, babe,” I say and flash her a smile, “wanna take a shower with me? Wash off all this sweat?” I stroke her chin with one hand, while cupping a breast with other. “Whaddaya say, hmm?”
“Ugh!” she says, swatting both my hands away in one fluid motion, like some ninja assassin. “Get your hands away from me, you pig! All you think about is sex, sex, sex and satisfying your own needs! Why can’t you be more like...”
I don’t listen to the rest. Instead my mind drifts back to Elijah, who is upstairs right now and would probably jump at the opportunity to shower with me. The thought makes me hard.
It’s been three days since we returned from our trip to the cabin in the woods by the lake and Elijah and I have been trying to get some alone time, but with his busy dance practice schedule and the constant interruptions, we couldn’t, other than sneaking the occasional kisses in the hallway or stroking each other’s legs with our feet at the dinner table. I must have masturbated a dozen times since we got back and yet the tension is still there. It’s like my body refuses to be satisfied unless I fuck Elijah. Ugh, and now I have Amy to deal with! This is torture!
“You know what, I’m leaving!” she yells and without waiting for a reply, she’s out the door.
I let out a relieved sigh. Bitch didn’t even bother to close the fucking, so I do it myself. The sound of music coming from Elijah’s room caresses my ears and draws me up the stairs like a siren song.
But before I can even reach my destination, the door to my parents’ room opens and they come walking out, holding hands and acting all in love and shit. My nose wrinkles up all on its own and I scoff.
“Good morning, Jason,” I am cheerfully greeted by my stepmother and my father grumbles a “Good morning, son.” To this day it still baffles me that these totally different people managed to find each other. My dad is a bit of a grump, always walking around with a scowl and rarely ever smiling. But people usually ignore the scowl and focus on his handsome face, dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and muscular built from years and years of playing football.
Kimberly, on the other hand, is as cheerful as they come, always smiling and rarely frowning, although I heard from Elijah that when his father died, she had completely fallen apart for a year and that it took meeting my dad for her to really heal and move on. It’s no wonder my dad had fallen for her though: she was the exact replica of her son, with dark shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes, the brightest smile I have ever seen, and above all, a killer bod. And she was the sweetest person ever!
“Morning, guys.” I say and instead of going to Elijah’s room, I disappear into mine. Safe to say that my bathroom floor will be slick with cum this morning.
² ² ²
I end my workout with a series of full body stretches. That short interruption had almost ruined my flow and it took at least two more songs to get me back into it. God, I hate that bitch, Amy Dawson. I’m jealous of her, to be honest, even though I have no real reason to be. What Jason wants from me is strictly physical, a phase. He just wants to fuck me and move on with Amy Dawson. They’re going to get married and have seven children, all of them girls, and they’ll live happily ever after, while I will still be hung up on him, knowing he’ll never love me the way I love him.
I’m in love with him. Goddammit, Elijah, you fucking cocksucker! You just had to fall for that one guy you can probably never be with. And top of that, he’s your stepbrother!
I sigh and finish my stretch. My white t-shirt, drenched in Jason’s sweat, is draped around a chair. I yank it off and bring it to my nose. It smells like him. I inhale deeply and get an instant erection. Fucking hell, he smells good. It’s just sweat, but his aroma is so strong and manly and I let out a soft moan.
My cock strains against my training shorts and I shuck them off, kicking them towards a pile of dirty laundry. I grab hold of my cock and start stroking.
“Boys, breakfast,” my mother suddenly calls from downstairs, snapping me out of my trance. I fling the shirt on the pile next to the shorts and am just about to hop into the shower, when there's a soft knock at my door. I quickly pull my shorts back on and open the door. It’s Jason.
“What,” I begin to say, but Jason quickly slips into my room and closes the door, locking it. Then he gently takes my face in his hands and kisses me. My hands wrap around his wrists and I kiss him back.
“I just had to come in here,” he pants, “I can’t fucking wait anymore.” His hands glide from my face to my neck, my shoulders, then with his arms wrapped around my hips, he pulls to his body and kisses me again. My own hands roam his muscled back and ass, which I give a good squeeze. He moans in my mouth. Hmm, so he likes that. I do it again, this time really kneading his mounds, making him groan and moan even more. He pulls his lips away and gives me a lust filled look.
“Hmm, somebody likes ass play,” I whisper with a sly smile.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” he smiles back. “Fuck, your making me so damn hard…”
I feel his throbbing erection pressing against my thigh and push myself up against him, slamming him against the door, my own erection mashed between our bodies, screaming for release. I grind my lower body against his and his grip on my waist tightens as lets out half sigh, half moan kind of sound. I kiss his neck and continue my grinding. I hook my thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and attempt to tug them down, but he stops me.
“On the bed,” he pants.
I smile and leading him by the hand, I pull us both onto the mattress, him on top of me between my legs with my ankles hooked right above his ass. He just sort of hovers above me, and looks at me, breathing heavily.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers and kisses me. And with his boner positioned right between my ass cheeks, he starts humping. Slowly at first, getting the maximum pleasure out of it for both of us, then gradually picking up speed.
I put my hands on his ass and urge him to hump me harder and he complies, forcing groans out of me, looking me in the eye as he smashes his groin into my ass, sensually gyrating his hips and biting his lower lip, which brings my arousal to new heights.
“Fuck, Elijah, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans. Then he sits up on his knees, grabs my ankles, spreads my legs the entire span of his arms and really starts pounding my ass, causing the bed to slam against the wall.
My hands fly to my mouth to stifle my moans, which seems stupid, since I’m sure our parents can hear the banging on the wall, but strangely enough I don’t give a flying fuck. Hell, they could walk in on us right now and I wouldn’t care.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Jason groans and I can feel that he’s cumming in his shorts, which triggers my own cock to start spurting its jizz. Jason collapses on top of me, burying his face in the pillow my head is resting on and letting out a long moan.
“Oh, my… oh, my god,” I gasp and hug his body tightly against mine.
“Oh, my god,” Jason gasps, his voice muffled by the pillow. He lifts up on his elbows and gives me a dazed look, grinning stupidly as he rolls off me. “Wow,” he pants, “what the fuck was that?”
“That was hot,” I manage to gasp.
“Are you boys fighting again?” my mother shouts from the foot of the stairs, which makes us both jump in surprise.
“No, mom, we’re fine,” I shout back, trying hard not to laugh, “Jason was just… helping move some stuff!”
“Oh, okay, breakfast is ready! Hurry up before it gets cold!”
“Yes, mother,” Jason and I both drawl and burst out in laughter.
“We’d better get down there before she tears us a new one,” I say.
Then he does something absolutely unexpected: he takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine, brings it to his lips and kisses the knuckles. “Yeah, we should,” he sighs and kisses my hand one more time before letting go. “But first...”
“Let us take a selfie?” I’m only half joking.
“No,” he says with a smile, “I have to shower. Care to join me?”
I don’t know if he’s joking or not, so I don’t answer the question, but when he says nothing else, obviously waiting for an answer, I begin to stammer a reply.
“Boys!” booms mother’s annoyed voice. “I did not slave over the stove so that my children could eat a cold breakfast! Get down here now!”
Jason and I exchange an amused look, our lips pressed together, trying hard not to laugh.
“See you downstairs,” he says and gives me a lingering kiss.
“See you downstairs,” I say and lick his nose. At first he’s a bit shocked, but then he chuckles and leaves the room. I step out of my bed and shove my cum-soaked shorts down. I'm surprised to see that I'm still hard as a rock. Eh, nothing a cold shower can’t fix.
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“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to this,” Elijah says from behind the curtains of the fitting room. “Now stop your whining!”
I let out an exasperated sigh and decide to kill some time by looking around the boutique. It’s a bit too empty for a Wednesday afternoon. This is not what I had in mind when Elijah asked me to spend the afternoon with him. I honestly thought it’d be something fun, but instead we wound up here with Elijah having his own private one-man runway show, trying out one outfit after another, the next making him look better than the previous one. But no matter how many times I say that an outfit looks good on him, he just assumes that I’m saying that because I want to leave, so he grabs a new outfit, throwing the other back on the rack, and disappears in the fitting room again.
“I wanna go hoooooome,” I wail, drawing the attention of the sales clerk and the female cashier.
Elijah’s head appears between the curtains. “Just a while longer, you big baby,” he hisses, then he smiles, “I think I found something I like.”
I throw him a kiss. “If you hurry up, I’ll give you a treat.” I spread my legs suggestively, exposing my semi-hard erection as it runs down my thigh. Elijah visibly gulps and disappears again. I rub my dick through my jeans and let out a soft moan, loud enough for only Elijah to hear. I can hear him fumbling with his clothes behind the curtains and smile to myself. The effect I have on him makes me so fucking horny sometimes.
“You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?” he says as he dashes out of the booth and rushes to the counter, practically throwing his clothes in the woman’s face.
“Yes, yes I am,” I say, content with myself.
“Using that third arm of yours to get your way,” he mutters. “Fucking unbelievable!” He pays for the acquired items and storms out of the store, wildly swinging his bag of goods. “Now,” he says, facing me, “where can I cash in on my… treat…” He leers at my crotch, while biting his lower lip.
Shit, just that look is enough to make me hard as fucking steel! I scan the area for possible places, but see none but a row of public restrooms. Elijah follows my gaze and a wide smile spreads across his face.
“Kinky,” he says, a devious glint in his eyes. “Let’s go!”
The bathrooms are hidden behind a dozen or so trees, so no one would be able to see two guys going into the same stall. Not that I’m scared to be noticed, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful. It also helps that the street is very quiet, which again, is strange for a Wednesday afternoon.
Elijah opens the door to the first stall, but immediately slams it shut, his face pale and eyes bugging out.
“What is it?” I ask him. “A body? Holy shit, is it a body?” I sound a bit too excited.
“Ew, no, you psycho. I’d rather not talk about it.”
“But I wanna see.” I reach for the handle, but Elijah smacks my hand away.
“No!” he almost shouts. “No,” he adds in a stern whisper. “I’d rather you don’t lose whatever’s going on in your pants,” he finishes, nodding to my obvious erection.
“Oh, you know what’s going on in my pants.”
He sticks his tongue out at me and proceeds to check the third stall, skipping the second one altogether. The smell of something foul, coming from the first stall, invades my nostrils and I’m thankful that I hadn’t looked.
“Jackpot!” Elijah exults and slips into the stall.
I have a quick look around before doing the same. The walls have been vandalized by graffiti and scribbles of “J+E4ever” or “For a good time call this number,” amongst many others. It’s a tight fit, but just big enough for the two of us. It reeks of toilet cleaner, but I guess that’s better than whatever the hell was in the first one. I shiver at the thought of whatever resides in there.
Elijah lowers the toilet seat and gently puts the plastic bag with his new clothes on it. Then turns to me and puts his head on my chest. I find this gesture to be very intimate and my heart skips beat. He breathes in deep, probably reveling in my scent.
“You smell so fucking good,” he sighs, confirming my suspicions, and wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me tight to his body and taking another deep breath, which sends shivers down my spine.
I am a few inches taller than him, so I have to slightly bow my head to kiss his hair. I then gently force him to look up at me, so I can kiss his lips. Softly first, but then he opens his mouth to me and my tongue strikes, lashing at his teeth, and his own tongue mashing into mine.
“I want my treat now,” he sighs against my lips.
“Go for it,” I say.
Elijah drops down on his hunches, not wanting to kneel on the floor, no matter how clean it looked or smelled. I widen my stance to grant him easier access and he puts his hands on my hips to steady himself. He presses his face into my groin, inhaling deeply. The shiver is more intense this time and I moan softly.
“Fuck, even your groin smells nice,” he sighs, coming up for air and starts using his tongue to trace a line along the length of my sheathed erection pressing against the sturdy material. “I’ve dreamt of this for-fucking-ever.” He gently bites the hardness in my pants and my knees buckle for a fraction of a second.
“Fuck!” I groan under my breath and use one hand to stroke his hair and the other to caress his blushing ears. “I’ve dreamt about this too,” I manage to choke out. I lean my head against the wall and close my eyes as his teeth continue to graze my raging hard-on. I hear the zipper being pulled down, but still feel both his hands on my hips. So either he grew a third arm, which is not very likely at all, or he’s unzipping my pants using his fucking teeth. I want to look, but fear that it would ruin the moment. I use my imagination instead.
Elijah’s tongue snakes in through my open fly and he lets out a startled moan. “Going commando, huh?” he chuckles as he gets his very first taste of my cock.
“Underwear is for losers,” I joke, but I swallow the rest of it when Elijah’s wet tongue pokes at my engorged cock again. “Fuck,” I sigh. This is driving me crazy! I predict that this session isn’t going to last very long.
“Unbutton your pants,” I hear Elijah say and look down long enough to seem him looking up at me, lust in his beautiful brown eyes. I close my eyes again and do as he says. “Now pull them down.” I obey again and shove my pants down all the way to my ankles, all ten inches of my erection springing free in the process and slapping Elijah in the face.
“Fuuuuuck,” he says, clearly in awe and laps at the head. I wince. “Fuuuuuuck,” he says again and grabs hold of the veiny flesh-encased piece of steel. “It’s even more beautiful up close.” He gives it a few jerks. “It’s so beautiful I could cry.” I laugh at this, sending another surge of blood to my already over capacitated penis. But the laugh is short-lived as my cockhead, unprotected by foreskin, is suddenly embraced by Elijah’s lips.
“Fuck!” I groan. Then I feel his tongue lashing at my piss slit. “Fuck!” I groan again and have to steady myself. I completely lose it when he slides three maybe four inches into his mouth. “Jesus fuck!” I moan loudly as I am enveloped by the warm wetness of Elijah’s mouth. “Your mouth is fucking… Fuck!” I can’t finish as his lips devour two more inches and the head pops into his throat. Four more to go and his nose will be pressing into my pubes, my low-hanging balls resting on his chin. “Fuck!” I groan yet again, my body shuddering with pleasure. “F-f-fuck!” That seems to be the word of the day.
I’m not prepared for what he does next: in one swift movement he swallows the remaining inches, plunging his nose into my pubes! “Oh, fuck!” He doesn’t gag or anything! He’s a fucking pro! I hear him inhale and want to look, but I’m afraid that the sight of my schlong buried in Elijah’s throat will send me over the edge and I don’t want this to end. Not yet.
As he starts massaging my cock with his throat muscles by swallowing, I feel his hands traveling up my ribbed abs and tweaking my nipples, rolling them around between his thumb and index finger. I let out another shuddering moan and feel the tension building in my balls, but his hands leave my chest and move back to my hips. Then he pulls back, my dick sliding out of his throat.
“Fuuuuuck,” I grunt through gritted teeth as my dick pops out of his mouth. And I decide to finally look down. Elijah is still looking up at me, his mouth open and drooling and ready to swallow me yet again, and he does. In one fell swoop, he gulps me down to the balls right before my very eyes! My eyes must have been bulging, because his eyes glint mischievously and I detect a hint of a smile in the corners of his stretched mouth. He takes a deep whiff of my pubes and a look of elation spreads across his face as his eyes roll back and he moans on my cock, the vibrations shooting from there through my entire body.
He pulls back again slowly and just as my cock is about to pop out of his mouth, he plunges back down, taking it in one big swallow. My hands caress his neck and I swear that my dick is responsible for the bulge in his throat.
Elijah kneads my balls, while also rubbing my sphincter, with one hand, and with the other he fists his cock, which is sticking out of the fly of his pants. He winks at me and repeats the pull back/swallow action several more times and it feels like I’m fucking losing my mind with lust.
I try to hold back my orgasm, but it’s damn near impossible with this master cocksucker at my feet, his beautiful face looking up at me, his pretty mouth stretched to its limits by my ten-inch monster, and his slender fingers prodding my untouched pucker and massaging my balls. I’m close. I can’t hold back. This all too much. I’m going to shoot!
“Fuck, Elijah,” I gasp, “I’m… ahh… I’m… ahh… cumming… Fuck, I’m cumming!” I grab him by the ears and smash my groin into his face. The first jet shoots out of my slit with such force that I slam into the wall behind, followed by at least ten more, which Elijah hungrily gulps down without a second thought. He pulls back, but not all the way, so that my still gushing cockhead rest on his tongue, coating it with my creamy man spunk. He doesn’t swallow until the geyser simmers down to a mere trickle. He laps up the remains and swallows my now deflated dick one more time, before popping it out of his mouth.
Seeing that he hasn’t cum yet, I pull him to his feet, squat down in front of him, and do something I never thought I’d be doing to another guy: without hesitation I wrap my lips around his shaft and begin sucking him with a hunger I didn’t know I had in me. I look up at him and the look of shock on his face is so satisfying to me that I can’t help but smile around his cock. The shock then leaves his face and is replaced by a look of pleasure. He tangles his fingers in my hair and guides my inexperienced mouth towards his own ejaculation.
“I’m cumming, Jason,” he warns me, probably thinking that I don’t want to swallow. Well, surprise, motherfucker! I will swallow your load, if it’s the last thing I do! “Jason…! Ah!” He tries to push me off his dick, but I latch unto it like a fucking vacuum, determined to receive and swallow his load.
He explodes in my mouth, his fingers painfully woven into my hair and his knees buckling underneath him. I take it upon myself to multitask and sustain him, while simultaneously focusing on his erupting dickhead.
Maybe it’s just my euphoric mind at work here, but he tastes like honeyed milk, sweet and creamy with just a hint of cinnamon. He tastes delicious! I swish his sweet nectar in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. God, he tastes amazing! I release his dick from my mouth and look up at him. He has a “what the fuck was that” look on his face and I feel like I’ve won. I don’t know what exactly, but it feels damn good. Carefully cramming his spent cock back into his boxers and trapping it behind the zipper, I stand up, pulling my own pants up.
“Jason,” Elijah starts, but my lips interrupt him. I can taste myself in his mouth as I’m sure that he can taste himself in mine. At that moment our surroundings don’t seem to matter. It doesn’t matter that we’re in a seedy restroom stall, and a public one at that! It doesn’t matter that a few passersby had probably heard our moans and groans of total ecstasy. Nothing matters, but the two of us and that’s just the way I like it.
To be continued...
Note from the author: Another day, another chapter! Sorry it took so long. I wasn't really feeling and was dealing with "sex scene block" (if that's even a real thing). Sorry again for anything anticlimactic, but I promise that we'll get there sooner than you all think! ;) please bear with me for the (obvious) inaccuracy of the amount of inches it takes before a dick can slide into one's throat! Hehe.
Also, the reason I keep splitting the chapters in two parts, is because I always end up with too many pages and think it's better and easier for my readers to swallow (I for one loathe reading up to 20 pages of a single chapter) and yes, that pun is very much intended.
Hope you have fun reading this and I anxiously await your comments and feedback. :)
Synopsis for Climax! (The Ballad of Jason and Elijah #3.2)
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