<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Dani</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Smiling at her brother, she allowed herself to be pulled in the direction of the fire.  As much as she liked chocolate, she knew her brother liked it even more.  Looking at him, she was relieved to see that she had made the right decision in coming to camp.  If she had refused, she would have missed out on seeing her brothers happy face.<br/><br/>She spent a few moment looking around, before plopping down on one of the free logs, and pointed in the direction of the s'more necessities.<br/><br/>"Why don't you go and get what we need."  She wasn't really being lazy, as much as she was eying a few people who where sitting across from her.  They had a few features that she noticed in Aaron, and even herself if she thought about it.  Shaking it off, she decided that although it was weird, she wouldn't really think too much about it.  After all, after everything David had told them, she should have expected to see some people who looked like her, these people where her half brothers and sisters after all.  Shivering slightly she held her hands out to the fire to warm up.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Desmond felt his muscles clench tightly as pleasure zapped from his groin to the tips of his toes and fingers.  Groaning his head came back and hit the wall behind him.  Cursing, but too enthralled in his own pleasure to stop, he worked faster, speeding up the jerky movement of his hands.  His breath came out faster, speeding up with the beat of his heart.  His free hand came up and lifted the material of his shirt, his long fingers pinching at his already hard nipples.<br/><br/>The moan that threatened to escape his throat was swallowed down, as the light suddenly flooded out of a nearby window.  Wondering who if could be, he imagined it was one Mr. D, naked, leaning back against a cold counter, his straining erection gripped in his own hands.  Slapping a hand over his mouth to cover his sounds he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed, prayed to Mr. D to let him cum, although he was aware it was a useless prayer.