Addicted to Incest

[You’re all… you’re fucking each other. Your own family.]

I rang the doorbell of my house with my hands holding my girlfriend’s hand, our fingers interlaced. Today I (18) am introducing my girlfriend, Kiara (17) to my family after 3 months of dating and fucking her. As we waited quietly on the porch for the door to open, I squeezed her hand and smiled at her to calm her down, I could feel she's nervous and shy. Though I have already told her not to worry so such, my family is very friendly, affectionate and very open minded but she is going to discover the true meaning of those words soon.

The door opens with a click sound and my mom, Meera (42) greets us with a happy and excited smile on her face. My mom stood before us with her voluptuous and milfy figure wearing tight white halter-neck gown with high thigh slit dress hugging her huge curves and thin waist, showing her thick milky white thighs. Her necklace stretched deep down into her soft cleavage and her silky black hair tied in a messy bun.

She stretched out her arms to hug Kiara, “Oh my, you are so beautiful Kiara. Even better than what Noah described. I am so happy to finally meet you!” Mom put her one hand on Kiara’s waist just above where her hips curve and one on her slim neck with her thumb brushing her blushing cheek. Kiara is wearing a tight white top tucked in her high waisted black skirt just enough to cover her ass cheeks and a pair of black stockings just above her knees showing her smooth juicy thighs. Her purple hair falling to her length of her plump hips and bangs on either side falling on her curvy boobs. She does not like to show cleavage despite having such huge milkers (obviously not larger than my mom), she is more of thick thighs show off girl.

Kiara also tries to match mom’s energy and places her both hands on mom’s thin waist while looking slightly above into her eyes as their soft breasts squeeze together, “And you are much hotter than Noo described. I now realized why he doesn’t stare at other girls when he has such a beauty under his roof itself!” She chuckled a little shyly.

“Oh my, Kiara, you definitely have a way with your words, so flirty and nice thing to say.” Mom softly pulled Kiara’s waist and neck closer and gave her a kiss on cheeks just near her side lips making their boobies flat into each other. When they bounced back, Mom gave me a seductive look and hugged me tightly squishing her huge soft boobs on my slightly muscular chest.

“I am very happy for you Noah; you got such a nice, beautiful and flirty girlfriend.” She leaned back from the hug but stopping right when our noses touch and our lips brushed a little with her milkers still squished on my chest. Her hands are placed on my back while I slide down my hands from her thin waist to her ample hips. As I slide down my hands on my mom, I noticed a little twitch of shock on Kiara’s eyes and forehead, “Now you both go and get a tour of “Noo’s” room. I will prepare some nice hot dinner for you both.” Mom pokes my nose as she teases me with my nickname Kiara had given me.

Then suddenly Mom and I closed the distance between our faces and our lips. The closer we got the bigger Kiara’s eyes got out of shock. Finally, we gave each other a tight loud smooch on the lips, the sound of which made Kiara shudder. Me and Mom then pulled back our lips with my hands giving her ass a little squeeze and jiggle.

As I got separated from mom, my little brother, to be more precise, my cute little femboy brother, Leo (15), came out of his room wearing a tight black crop top and full-length loose grey sweatpants in which his smooth feminine slender figure and thin waist are enhanced. Through the grey sweatpants his plump curvy ass and his semi-hard cock dangling are bulging out (yes, he is not wearing underwear). He has silky shoulder-length girly hair making his neck look even thinner, so easy to grab and kiss.

He saw me and Mom getting separated and begin to walk near us, “Whoa, I heard a loud smooch, bro are you and mom again makin-nngg.” He stopped mid-sentence as soon as he saw Kiara hidden between me and mom. “Oh hi, I think you are Kiara, right? Hi I am Leo, Nu’s brother.” He said in a soft tone raising his hand for a handshake trying to compensate for what he was about to reveal. Kiara shook his soft slim hand while her mind thinking “Making what? Making out!? And again!!?? With his blood related mother!!!???” She has so many questions to ask, so many things to experience yet about this family. While mom gave a naughty smirk and walked to kitchen to prepare dinner. “Hey Leo, it’s so nice to see you and umm… you are. You look so cute!” She says calming herself a little, trying not to explode.

Leo then looked at me with his seductive eyes and bending forward a little aching his back, his eyes checking out my big, hard bulge in my pants because of Mom’s wet smooch, “Wow, bro you really pulled a gorgeous lady. I already like her; she is definitely our family’s type.” He once again looked at my bulge with even more seduction. He is not even trying to hide which Kiara caught but she maintained a forced smile on her face trying not to think of it, as what she is thinking.

“Yeah Leo, even I can’t believe sometimes that this gorgeous lady got impressed by me.” I said putting my hand on Kiara’s waist noticing his semi-hard cock getting hard slowly the more he stared my hard bulge. Leo turned around hiding his excitement inside his pants and began to walk to his room swaying his cute curvy hips. He turned his head, “If you need anything I am in my room as always, waiting.” He winked at me and then shut his door.

I looked at Kiara who is standing like a statue, wrestling with her thoughts. I spanked her ass lightly, “Wanna see my room?” I pulled her closer to me from her waist, my lips brushing her ear, “Don’t you want to see my bed where we both will be fucking and explore our kinky fantasies together from now on?” Hearing that Kiara got horny pushing me a little with a naughty smile maintaining her shy personality, “Hey, your mom is right there. And yes, I want to see your room, especially your bed. I want to inspect if it’s of correct height for you to rail me in doggy style.” I pushed her with my shoulder giving her naughty smile back and we both headed to my room.

I know Kiara very well, whenever she begins to doubt me, I just have to talk and act dirty with her. To be honest I chose to make her my girlfriend because of a very specific purpose, her dark and deep fetishes and desires! Well, you know what they say, shy girls are the horniest ones with weirdest fantasies. Not to brag but I am a psychology student and a great student which you will get to know as you get along with me further.

As we entered my room, before even locking the door, Kiara jumped on my bed, sat on her knees bending down in doggy style. She arched her back with her thick ass above her head, her skirt covering half of her ass now. The sight of her thin waist with such thick ass and her boobs hanging down pressing flat against my bed, even though they are fully covered, turned me on so much. My already hard dick became even harder. I went behind her, grabbed fragile waist and began dry humping slowly. As I begin to remove her panties, she turned around, “Hey let’s keep it dry, I don’t want to get wet before having dinner with your family. It will be weird.” I put back on her panties and instead began to grind my cock hard against her ass through our clothing. The bulge in my jeans is perfect fit for her ass crack. Watching those hanging boobs jiggle, I turned her around making her wrap legs around my waist and then dry humping again, but this time grinding my hard as fuck cock on her vagina. We both stared into each other’s eyes with my hands fondling her tits, then we closed the distance between our lips and began to make out aggressively but quietly.

After about 30 seconds Kiara asked pulling back a little with heavy breathing, “Hey are you wearing a strawberry flavored lip balm, because I am not?”

I stopped for a moment and licked my wet lips, “Ah this, no I am not wearing any, Mom was.”

Kiara suddenly remembered her forgotten thought that how I and Mom kissed each other’s lips. She paused for a second, “Amm, well you know..., do you..., you and your mom always kiss each other, like that on lips?” I could see her hesitation but also curiosity.

We both broke our dry missionary and sat down close with my hand on her inner thigh, “Everyone has different way of showing love to their moms and our way is kissing. It’s like normal for us now and we both like it, it makes us both feel loved that way.” I tried to comfort her but I don't know how she will react when she will discover the real relationship I have with my mother.

She, not yet convinced as she heard the loudness and tightness of the smooch which was way beyond a mother-son-loving-kiss even on lips, tried to ask even more details about it but luckily mom shouted from the kitchen, “My lovebirds, dinner is ready! Come down fast.”

I gave Kiara a soft kiss on her lips before going down. We walked down the stairs hand in hand. Kiara’s palm was slightly damp; I could feel her pulse jumping under my thumb. She hadn’t said another word about the kiss since I shut her down gently, but her eyes kept darting to my mouth, like she was still tasting strawberry and trying to decide if it disgusted her or not. I am obviously going to tell her about my "love for family" but why not show it to her first.

The dining table was already set: dimmed lights, candles flickering, a spread of creamy pasta, garlic bread, roasted vegetables glistening with oil, and a tall bottle of red wine already breathing.

Leo was already seated, legs crossed under the table, still in his loose grey sweatpants and crop top. His hair was tucked behind one ear, and he was slowly twirling a fork like he was waiting for a show.

“Finally,” Mom purred, gliding over to pull out Kiara’s chair right beside. “I was starting to think you two got… distracted upstairs.” She gave me a knowing wink as she said it, then leaned down to kiss Kiara’s cheek—slow, lingering, lips brushing skin longer than necessary. “Sit, sweetheart. You must be starving after all that… energy.”

Kiara sat, cheeks pink, smoothing her skirt nervously. I took the seat to her left, immediately resting my hand high on her inner thigh under the tablecloth, thumb stroking lazy circles.

Mom raised her glass with her huge boobs and cleavage resting on the table, “To the new face at our table,” she said warmly, eyes locked on Kiara. “And to keeping things… close. Really close.”

We clinked. Kiara took a small sip, then another. The wine was strong; I’d watched Mom pour an extra generous measure into her glass. Obviously she has to get drunk before we can reveal our reality to an outside and my sexy mom know how to begin that.

The first few minutes were surface-level: compliments on the food, how pretty Kiara looked, how lucky I was. Then Leo leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin in his hands, staring at Kiara with big, innocent eyes.

“So, Kiara,” he started sweetly, “Do you like being the center of attention? Because you’re definitely the main course tonight.”

Kiara laughed, a little too high-pitched. “Um… I guess? I mean, thanks?”

Mom smiled indulgently while twirling pasta onto her fork. “Leo’s right. We love having someone new to… share everything with. Noah’s been telling us how generous you are with him. How you let him take what he needs whenever he needs it.”

I squeezed Kiara’s thigh under the table—firm, possessive. She jolted slightly but didn’t pull away. As I am stroking Kiara’s thigh Leo stretched his leg and began to stroke my cock with his milky white with a blush of pink foot while staring right into my eyes seductively. Kiara hadn’t noticed Leo’s foot on my cock but I intentionally slide my hands higher to rub her clit lightly, because I wanted her to see how close we brothers are. Her whole body jerked as I touched it and then I whispered in her ear, “Right now I am so hard for you Kiara.” Well I am hard cause my little brother is so good with his feet. As she heard my whisper her pussy reacted with a pulse but her facial expressions remain stoic controlling her horniness in front of my family, shyness does make a person become stoic, from the outside at least. Then she also slides her hand to feel my hardness, but as she reached for my cock, she felt Leo’s soft foot stroking my cock.

Kiara then looked up with her flushed expression at Leo, who was sucking his finger with pasta cream on it and when he noticed that Kiara saw them in the act, he didn’t flinch or tries to hide it, instead he winked at her. That made Kiara choke on the food, her hand going directly to her mouth from my dick and she began coughing and my hand from stroking her pussy to stroking her back.

“Oh my, Kiara are you okay my darling?” Mom said standing up and bending over the table, arching her thin waist making her huge ass out and her boobs hanging with her huge cleavage right in front of Kiara’s face, giving her a glass of water. I rubbed Kiara’s back and after a moment she stopped, “I am sorry, I am okay now. Thanks for your concern.” She said with tears in her eyes and slowly drinking water.

But before she could settle her mind about her boyfriend being “gay” or if he’s gay for his brother only or he’s gay only for femboys or is my boyfriend really gay, she really gave up the thought about Leo being my brother the moment she saw me and mom kiss but is more concerned about being me gay, the main door slammed open with a sharp thud. Everyone’s heads turned—except Leo, who just smirked wider, slowly withdrawing his foot from my lap like he’d finished a casual stretch. It is my hot older sister, Xoe (21), coming back from her work in frustration as usual.

Xoe stormed in, heels clicking hard against the floor like gunshots. She was still in her work clothes: crisp white button-up shirt, with the buttons on her huge boobs (obviously NOT larger than my mom) fighting for their lives, tucked tight into high-waisted black formal pants that hugged her long legs, thin but strong waist and that juicy curvy ass which flared slightly at the ankles, a slim black tie knotted perfectly at her throat. Her dark hair was pulled into a severe, low ponytail that swung like a whip with each furious step. A messenger bag dangled from one shoulder; she dropped it by the door with a careless thud, not bothering to close it fully behind her. Her clothes and hair were messy and her red lipstick had become light and smudged.

Xoe hasn’t even noticed Kiara yet. “Fucking day from hell!” she snarled. “My boss, that bitch, I am going to eat her alive.”

Mom stood up from her chair and moved closer to Xoe, who was facing away from us. Mom grabbed her toned waist and turned her around, pulling her closer into a hug. She placed Xoe’s hand on her ass. Their soft boobs clashed together and pressed tightly with their foreheads and noses touching. “It’s okay my baby, it’s your mom, forget that bitchy boss now and focus on me.” Mom leaned back a little, Xoe’s hand gripping mom’s ass tightly, removed Xoe’s tie, throwing it on the couch then unbuttoned her top 3 buttons from her shirt, revealing her perfect cleavage and her black laced bra. Mom wrapped her arms around Xoe fully now, one hand sliding down to cup the swell of Xoe’s ass through the tight formal pants while the other cradled the back of her neck and head. Xoe let out a long, frustrated exhale against Mom’s throat feeling each other’s smooth skin of their cleavages, then tilted her head and captured Mom’s mouth in a kiss that was anything but family greeting—deep, hungry but calm, tongues tangling and intervening for a moment. The wet sound of the lesbian incest kiss carried across the quiet dining room. Xoe’s fingers dug deep into Mom’s ass cheek, kneading possessively, pulling their hips flush so the thin silk of Mom’s dress rode up dangerously high on her thighs. Since Mom was facing away from us we got to see how trained Xoe is in handling dump trucks like mom's. That was a fucking good show!

When they finally parted, their lips shining with a thin string of saliva breaking between them. Xoe’s eyes were calmer, darker, pupils blown, “Thanks Mom! I feel so much better after tasting you now. I love to feel and kiss you at times like this specially.” Only then did she register the extra person at the table.

Her gaze snapped to Kiara like a predator spotting movement. She didn’t smile or got uncomfortable with some stranger watching her and Mom making out. She assessed her presence.

“Who the fuck is this?” Xoe asked, voice low and rough from the day, still holding Mom by the hips.

Mom stroked Xoe’s ponytail soothingly, almost petting her like a large, angry cat. “This is Kiara, darling. Noah’s girlfriend. Isn’t she lovely?”

Xoe’s eyes raked down Kiara’s body—lingering on the short skirt, the thick thighs framed by stockings, the way her white top stretched over her chest—then flicked back up to her flushed, tear-streaked face. A slow, predatory smirk curled Xoe’s smudged red lips.

“Girlfriend,” she repeated, “Cute.”

She finally released Mom and stalked toward the table wiping mom’s saliva from her lips, heels clicking with deliberate menace. Without asking, she pulled out the empty chair directly across from Kiara and dropped into it, legs spreading wide under the table in a manspread. “Hi Kiara, it’s nice to meet you. And I don’t believe how did this stupid Noah pulled such a bad bitch like you.” Xoe stretched her hand for a handshake.

Kiara shook Xoe’s hand followed by a confused, shocked and weird laugh, “It’s nice to meet you too!”

She reached for the wine bottle, poured herself a full glass in one long pour, then downed half in a single swallow.

Kiara’s eyes were huge again, darting between Xoe’s intense stare and wet lips, Mom’s knowing smile as she returned to her seat, boobs bouncing with each step, and Leo, still staring at me seductively. Kiara is about to burst from all the sexual intimacy in this family, her forehead is sweating and her hands trembling. I can say Xoe’s introduction to her was not quite what she expected. I felt Kiara’s “dying to leave the place” emotion and tried to steer the conversation, “So Xoe, what did your bitchy boss did that got you so riled up?”

Xoe leaned back in her chair, crossing one long leg over the other, her pants pulling tight across her long juicy thighs as she swirled the remaining wine in her glass. She fixed her gaze on me, then flicked it to Kiara, like she was deciding if the new girl was worthy of the full story. A dark chuckle escaped her lips, when she remembered that it was me who chose this specific girl.

“Oh, that cunt,” she said flatly, her voice dripping with that dominating bite she always had. “So, last week, after hours, she corners me in her office. You know her—Ms. Vance, that hot-as-hell MILF with the sharp suits and legs for days. She’s been eyeing me for months, dropping hints about ‘performance incentives.’ Finally, she lays out the conditions: Fuck her good, make her scream my name, and she’ll bump my salary by 30%. Enough to cover that new apartment I’ve been scouting. I figured, why not? She’s fine, and I’m always up for a power play.”

She paused to take a slow sip of wine, her tongue darting out to lick a drop from her smudged lips—deliberate, teasing the table. Kiara shifted in her seat, her trembling hand brushing mine under the table, but she didn’t look away.

“Anyway,” Xoe continued, leaning forward again, elbows on the table, her unbuttoned shirt gaping to show more of that black lace bra and the smooth swell of her cleavage. “We lock the door. She pushes me against her desk, all aggressive at first—ripping open my blouse, shoving her hand down my pants while she’s grinding on my thigh like she’s starving. But I flip it quick. Pin her down on the desk, papers flying everywhere. I strip her slow—skirt hiked up; panties yanked aside. She’s got this perfect, shaved pussy, already dripping. I go down on her first, tongue deep, sucking her clit until she’s bucking and moaning ‘Xoe, fuck, more.’ Then I finger-fuck her hard—two, then three fingers, curling just right to hit her spot while I bite her inner thigh. She comes screaming, legs shaking, nails in my scalp.”

Leo let out a soft, appreciative hum, his foot again lazily stroking my hard cock under the table. Mom smiled warmly and getting horny from her incident, like Xoe was recounting a proud work achievement. Kiara’s face was a mask of frozen shock—eyes wide, lips parted, a fresh bead of sweat trickling down her temple—but I felt her thighs clench around my hand, her pussy pulsing wetter against my fingers.

“But wait,” Xoe snarled, slamming her glass down a little too hard. “She flips me over next, eats me out from behind—sloppy, eager, her tongue everywhere while she fingers my ass. I came twice for her, not because she was good but because she has a fetish of women squirting on her face and also I wanted an increase in my pay, we moaned loud enough, the night janitor probably heard us. We finish with her riding my face on the couch, grinding until she’s squirting all over me. Hot as fuck, right? Promised 30% raise sealed with a wet kiss tasting each other’s squirts.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Then today? Payroll hits. Bitch only gave me 10%. Said ‘market conditions’ or some bullshit. I confronted her after the meeting—pinned her to the wall in the bathroom, whispered I’d make her regret it. She just laughed, kissed my lips softly, said with our lips still pressed ‘Prove you’re worth even more next time.’ Fucking tease. I’m done playing her game; next move’s mine and I am telling you it will not end well for her or her husband.”

Mom reached over and squeezed Xoe’s shoulder. “That’s my girl. Always take what’s yours.”

“That is a crazy incident Xoe, I didn’t know that hot boss of your is such a cunt.” Xoe’s eyes slid back to Kiara, predatory again. “What about you, new girl? Ever fucked for a favor? Or are you too shy for that kind of fun?”

Kiara stammered something incoherent, her whole body vibrating with the overload—tears welling up again as she gripped my thigh under the table like a lifeline. “Hey, don’t you think that’s too early for you to ask my innocent girlfriend such questions?” I stood up as we finished our dinner making Leo’s foot fall from my crotch. Kiara followed, “Thanks for the dinner, it was such a good time, I will never forget this moment! (literally)”

“So, as you know Kiara will stay the night with us as her parents are away and also, I wanted to spend some more time with her.” I said with my hand in her hand.

“That’s great! I will get to feed you breakfast, I have thought something special for it.” Mom said happily bouncing a little on her chair making her boobs jiggle. “And sleep early you two, no climbing on each other at night.” Mom said teasing us with a seductive wink, taking away the plates.

“Use protection, I don’t want someone younger than me in the house that early. Heheh” Leo said smirking.

“Okay, but Noah, I am not yet satisfied from the incident just by dumping the story. I will need you at night, don’t be late and no excuses!” Xoe commanded me.

I gave Xoe a slight nod, then me and Kiara went up in my room. We climbed the stairs in silence, Kiara’s hand limp in mine, her fingers cold despite the heat radiating from her body. Every step made her skirt ride a little higher, the tops of her stockings flashing with each shaky movement. She hadn’t spoken since the table, hadn’t even looked at me properly. Her breathing was still ragged, shallow little gasps like she was trying not to cry or scream or both.

The moment my bedroom door clicked shut behind us, she spun around and pressed her back to it, palms flat against the wood as if bracing herself against an invisible force. Her purple hair was mussed now, strands sticking to her damp forehead and neck. Her eyes—wide, glassy, pupils huge—were locked on mine with something that wasn’t just fear. It was accusation, confusion, and underneath it all, a dark, flickering heat she couldn’t hide.

“Noah…” Her voice cracked on my name, “What the actual fuck is going on in your house?”

I stepped closer—slow, deliberate until our bodies were almost touching. I didn’t crowd her yet; I let her feel the space shrinking on its own. My hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing away a fresh tear and another on her waist.

“You already know, Kiara” I said quietly. “You’ve known since the front door. Since Mom kissed me. Since Leo stroked me under the table. Since Xoe tongue-fucked Mom right in front of you and then put her heel between your legs like she owned you.” I leaned in until my lips brushed her ear. “And you’re still here. Still wet. Still gripping my thigh like it’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart.”

She shuddered, a full-body tremor that made her thick thighs press together. “That’s not… that’s not normal. You’re all… you’re fucking each other. Your own family. And now Xoe wants you tonight? After she just told us she got railed by her boss and— Your mom and sister… kissing like that. Tongues. And Xoe talking about eating out her boss like it’s just… Tuesday. Leo’s foot on your—” She stopped, swallowed hard. “On your dick. While we’re all sitting there. And you… you were hard. For him. For them.”

I nodded once. No denial, no excuses. “Yeah. I was.”

Her lower lip trembled. “Are you… gay? Bi? What—”

“I’m whatever feels good. I have given myself to the pleasures of life.”

“But, isn’t it cheating? You’re cheating on me? But it’s your own blood, will it be considered cheating or….”

“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to her lips, gentle but firm. “Xoe needs me when she’s wound up like that. It’s how we help each other. Same as Mom needs me when she’s feeling lonely. Same as Leo needs to watch, to touch, to feel included.” My other hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, then between us to cup her soaked pussy through her panties. She gasped, hips jerking forward into my palm on instinct.

“See?” I murmured, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “Your body gets it even if your head’s still screaming. You’ve been dripping since dinner started. Every time someone touched someone else, every filthy story, every moan you heard—you clenched harder around my fingers.”

Kiara’s head fell back against the door with a soft thud. “I should leave. I should run. This is insane. This is wrong.”

“But you won’t.” I hooked two fingers inside her panties, sliding them through her slick folds, coating them in her arousal before bringing them up to her mouth. “Open.”

She hesitated—eyes flashing with that last shred of resistance—then parted her lips. I pushed my wet fingers inside. She closed around them, tongue swirling automatically, tasting herself while staring at me with something close to defeat.

“Good girl,” I whispered. “You taste like you’re already part of this. Like you’ve been waiting for permission to stop pretending you’re shocked.”

I pulled my fingers free with a wet pop, then kissed her—hard, deep, claiming every inch of her mouth. She moaned into it, hands finally moving: one clutching my shirt, the other sliding down to grip my cock through my pants, squeezing like she needed to feel something solid. I know she liked all the incest happening in my family, she’s just in denial that its real and not some fiction stories or roleplay that we used to do but I am here to make her two worlds collide into one.

When we broke apart, both breathing heavy, I rested my forehead against hers.

“Xoe will come for me later. She always does when she’s like this. But tonight’s still ours first.” I turned her gently, guiding her toward the bed. “Get on your elbows and knees. Show me how badly you want to stay. How badly you want to be ruined by this family.”

Kiara climbed onto the mattress without a word, skirt riding up over her ass, panties dark and clinging to her swollen lips. She looked back over her shoulder—tears still shining, but her eyes were burning now, pupils blown with need.

“I hate you for this,” she whispered, voice trembling.

I knelt behind her, yanking her panties to the side and rubbing the head of my cock through her slickness. “No, baby. You love it. And you’re about to love it even more.”

I pushed in raw and slow—inch by thick inch—watching her back arch, her fingers twist in the sheets, her mouth falls open on a broken, needy cry.

Down the hall, I could already hear Xoe’s heels approaching.

But right now, it was just us.

And Kiara was finally starting to let go. Staring to accept.

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