The Fallenstar Ranch
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				Title: <strong>The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 11:46:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>~Fallenstar Ranch~<br></strong></div><strong><br><br>Roleplay Themes include, but are not limited to:</strong><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Incest</li><li>Bestiality </li><li>Mild-Nonconsent (no rape)</li><li>Bondage</li><li>Multiple Partners</li><li>Extreme Scenes, including golden showers (but no scat).<br></li></ul><br>Founded in the 1890s, the Fallenstar Ranch was a traditionally Native American own and run property. At its inception, the Ranch served as a preserve for wild horses and a home for Native Americans interested in learning the cultural heritage associated with them. In the 1930s, as a result of the great depression, the original family had to branch out and take on white shareholders. This ultimately led to an increased interest in selective horse breeding and branching out into other animals, including dogs, rare cats, bears and other wild creatures. These creatures were often tamed from birth with the intent of being paired with professional animal performers – despite white investments, the Native American spirit remained strong on the ranch and all animals were treated with absolute care and devotion.<br><div align="center">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Rp%20Scenario%20Pics/FallenstarRanch.jpg)</div><br>Over the next fifty years, the Fallenstar Ranch would climb to prominence known throughout the rare animal-trading and training world. Thanks to extreme wealth, the family was able to upgrade their homes, expand to additional ranch houses that specialized in specific animals, and more. By the 2000s, the primary ranch was home to one main family, though other ranches in the surrounding countryside had others – almost all somehow related to one another by blood. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Rp%20Scenario%20Pics/FallenstarStables.jpg)<br></div><div align="center">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Rp%20Scenario%20Pics/FallenstarKennel.jpg)</div>Despite blood ties, it is not uncommon for one ranch family to send a son or daughter to live with another to learn the trade; nor is it entirely uncommon for relationships to form, although ones too close to blood are discouraged and the primary doctor/veterinarian who works for the ranch oversees making sure no “mistakes” happen (generally by offering the pill to young women as soon as they reach bleeding age). <br><br>Cue the actors of this little drama:<br><br><strong>Darius Fallenstar:</strong> The patriarch of the family currently living at the ranch house. A full blooded Native American, he is domineering, disciplinarian and borderline draconian. Still, he manages the business for the entire Fallenstar Ranch estate well and knows how to train and handle most of the animals with as much skill as the best experts money could buy. He owns 60% of the business. <br><br><strong>Gavin Fallenstar:</strong> Darius’ son (18). Gavin grew up with the horses and dogs that the primary ranch deals with and knows how to handle them well. Living in almost entire isolation has seen the boy grow up surly and more than a little emotional – he is fire tempered and passionate and eager to leave to find his own name. Unfortunately, he genuinely loves the animals as much as he resents his overbearing father. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Rp%20Scenario%20Pics/GavinFallenstar.jpg)<br></div><br><strong>Wanted:</strong> Either full-blood siblings or relatives. One male, two female. Email Darius if you are interested.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 12:22:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Gavin Introduction (With Darius)<br><br></strong></div>Dawn smote the world into a glorious tumult of expecting noise. Ribbons of clouds sliced through the azure, perfect sky – a sky the likes of which only occurs in the West, where the air is clear, the elevation high and the temperature cool. In the morning, at least. From the stables came a call of randy stallions, and eager mares. Across the yard, separated by a tall fence, the dog kennels were equally raucous – barks filled the air; a startling contrast to the absolute still quiet from a few seconds before. Such was the training of animals on the Fallenstar Ranch. <br><br>Yawning, but bright eyed, Gavin stepped onto the deck overlooking expansive, rolling, acreage framed by a wisp-thin forest and a river on one side and a tall fence on the other. The tall youth, newly turned eighteen, cut quite a lean figure on the deck, cup of smoking coffee in one hand, t-shirt in the other. Built like his father, though more gracefully lean, Gavin was coffee colored and immaculately hairless, with muscle insertions that gave him a rippling abdomen regardless of how much he ate. A trait that he hoped to one day use to his advantage …whenever he got off the ranch, anyway. Long black hair, absolutely velvet, fell across the youth’s broad back. He draped his shirt across a patio table long enough to retrieve a band from his denim jeans and capture it back in something more controlled.<br><br>Control.<br><br>It was the theme of Gavin’s life. Control an animal, teach it to respect you, teach it to obey – even as he obeyed his father, honored the needs of his family and the traditions of old. Increasingly, he wanted to rebel, was ready to leave and strike out – to make a name for himself. But then, as always, the cries of the horses and the songs of dog howls drew him back to reality. Sighing deeply, not yet resigned, Gavin made his way – barefoot – across tall green grass and to the horse stalls. Darius was already there, bare-chested and wearing pants just like his son. He gave Gavin a terse greeting and the two began the long morning’s work.<br><br>Mucking the stables, fetching fresh hay, using farm equipment to maneuver everything around – feeding the horses, then doing essentially the same for the dogs…that took all morning and was back-breaking labor, especially for two men. Occasionally Darius would hire help or send for other families to assist, but it was a matter of pride that the two of them accomplished so much. Gavil’s mother, having passed in a training accident years ago, had made Darius’ heart steel and the man refused to let others help. Why he let Gavin do it was a mystery to the youth. <br><strong><br>“I’m sending out to the families for a little help,”</strong> Darius announced softly, once the animals were initially tended to. Exercise, training, and examinations would come next – each animal needed a minimal amount of exercise and training every day to maintain health. Coincidentally, it kept both father and son in peak condition, too. <br><br>Gavin was shocked. He faced his father wordlessly, eyes narrow.<br><strong><br>“We’re taking on an additional bloodline of horses next week, and six new dogs. The kennels will need to be expanded, but the stables have room. You and I can’t do it alone. I’m going to see what the other families have to offer. A trial run. You’ll be on your best behavior if anyone comes.”</strong> It wasn’t a request.<br><br>Gavin nodded. He knew better than to say anything.<br><strong><br>“One of your half-sisters, related to your mother, has indicated interest in visiting. She may arrive as early as today. She’ll be bunking down near you. Be nice.” </strong>Another command.<br><br>Frowning, Gavil thought back. He knew that his mother wasn’t full Native – she’d been half white, and her sister had married a full white and that their children didn’t seem Native at all. He didn’t relish the thought of having someone around who was, in essence, green, but he saw his escape there too. If new people came, learned the animals, and did well enough that there was some slack…<br><br><strong>“I’ll do it father,”</strong> Gavin said and, surprising Darius, stood to resume the chore work with renewed gusto. It was good to have hope again.<br><br>Of inclement festivities and carnal activities, neither man had any thought. But that would change quickly enough. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 00:01:45</strong>
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				A haze had fallen over her on the long trip to the ranch, her mind wandering to the days past. &nbsp;Etania &nbsp;(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs50/300W/f/2009/294/7/b/Cowgirl_II_by_crouching_tiger.png) had bargained and pleaded with her mother for years to let her come to the ranch, she'd heard so many things about it, and yet had never been allowed so much as a visit. Finally, faced with her daughter running away to the ranch or being taken there.. she finally succumbed. The ride was mind numbing though, and she looked over the huge expanses of land, speckled with horses and the occasional wild deer or feral dog. There was little of interest really as the roads meandered and tumbled through the countryside. <br><br>Her life was more closely related to a car crash than it seemed. She grew up a single child, though she clearly wasn't. Her father was two years deceased, and since he passed, all her mother talked of was how it was Etania's fault he died. If not for a simple request made by Etania, indeed her father may very well be alive.. Begging her father for yet another book on horses, her father simply couldn't refuse his daughter and within five minutes of leaving the house, he was pronounced dead. Since that horrific accident, she blamed herself for so many things, and yet, knew that it couldn't have been prevented, not really. It was tragic, but it wasn't her fault. Now seventeen and clinging on to the thought of her father, she sought a new sense of family, a desperately needed father figure back in her life, and a confidant. Gavin and Darius, both men she had never known, were the family she fought to be with. Though not directly related to the elder, she knew he was a strong man that was the sharp contrast to her own father.. and she needed him. Gavin, her half brother, she'd only met once, when they both were barely out of diapers. <br><br>She nearly skidded off the road, lost in her reminiscing. The shock of it brought her back to now.. and she could see the ranch on the rise. She was nearly done. Every part of her seemed to ache for motion and movement, and though she had never so much as touched a horse, she knew everything there was to know about them. Years of intense focus on horses as she pined away to visit her brother, to ride and tend the mares and stallions, would prove handy in the months to come. She was ready to work, to prove herself a valuable asset to what she hoped would become her new family. She was so tired of her mother, of the accusations and the pain she caused. In a way she was running away, but running at least to something better than the street.<br><br>As she closed in on the ranch, she heard the faint sound of barking and saw just how massive the main ranch house seemed to be. It was a far cry from the cramped apartment her and her mother now shared. She eased up on the clutch and put the truck into neutral as it rolled the last hundred feet or so to a stop in the driveway. Parking had always been her worst ability when it came to driving in general, and indeed today was no exception, the truck skewed awkwardly across most of the gravel drive. She flashed an impish smile toward the house as she pulled the parking brake and finally put the truck into park. She hopped out, only to hop back in to get the keys from the ignition. At five foot nothing, Etania did a lot of hopping. Her hair naturally blonde, though helped along with regular visits to the salon to keep the shine, lay just past her shoulders when it was down. Today though, it was done up in loose braids on either side and sitting neatly on her shoulders. She gathered the loose tee she was wearing and tied it just above her navel, and her short shorts simply left very little to the imagination. Etania had perhaps watched one too many movies.. and assumed the farmhand girls all looked this way, she simply wanted to fit in. <br><br>She grabbed her single suitcase from the back, pulling it by the rollers till it thudded off the bed of the truck onto the ground. It wasn't exactly light, but it had enough clothes to last her weeks without washing them. She dragged the heavy thing to the front door of the ranch. She looked for a doorbell, but couldn't find one, so she simply knocked loudly. "Hello?" She called out cheerfully, hoping to find someone here, though it seemed they were both busy off doing other things. Instead, she sat her luggage down, and found a nice shady spot to snuggle herself into while she waited. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:50:05</strong>
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				<strong>“I’m going to go up the road a bit and give Tonto a ride,”</strong> Darius announced. He had led out one of the biggest Clydesdales the ranch had and was busy petting him down when he made the announcement. The sleek black creature with furry, stately ruffle around his feet stood still, surprisingly stoic, as Darius prepared him for the run. Darius had been there when Tonto had been born, after all, and handled him every day up until then – Tonto was bred and maintained specifically as a breeding stallion, and he had a good life. One filled with lots of mares. As a result of his breeding, however, the massive 20-hands-high creature needed lots of extra non-sexual exercise and Darius was really the only person on the ranch Tonto would tolerate for long spans of time.<br><br>Gavin looked up from the mare he was walking. The tan slut was fanning her ass and leaking in Tonto’s direction and Gavin had to angle her away to keep the two from going at it. <strong>“What about our potential inclement guests?”</strong> he asked. <br><br>Darius jerked his chin out, toward the house a few hundred meters away. A few tendrils of the older man’s hair spilled free of their tie and rolled down across his angular cheek. <strong>“Go home and check around every few hours, just to be sure. I left the doors unlocked, but if someone who hasn’t been here visits, I’m sure they will feel like we’re rude.”</strong><br><br>Gavin almost had his mouth open long enough to ask another question by the time Darius was up and on Tonto’s broad back. The stallion knew its owner better than most – he took off at a trot as soon as Darius’ heels were down. Gavin didn’t even have a chance to ask what he should do with the guest, if and when he found them. It made the boy fume a little.<br><br>Once he’d finished trotting the mare around and had exhausted enough of her energy that she stopped dancing around – he called her particular variety of trot a “mince” rather than anything respectable, Gavin took her back to the barn and made his way around the side of the house, just to check and see if anyone was waiting there. Rounding the corner, the shirtless youth saw his half-sister in profile before he saw all of her. The curve of a rounded ass and the promise of breasts – as opposed to what he’d had to deal with most of his life – hit him like a ton of bricks. He almost didn’t know how to control his primal response. Thankfully, he’d been handling animals driven by such needs long enough to recognize the symptoms in himself.<br><br>Exhaling hard, Gavin made his way up the stairs of the porch and toward his sister. The sleek, tanned young man with the swimmer’s build and six-pack had a sheen of sweat and the sweet, musky odor of youth engaged in farm activities. Surprisingly, his scent was less sharp than some. His eyes were Native American black and his skin a ruddy tan that might have been confused as red. <br><br>Once he was comfortably close and was sure she’d seen him, he smiled. <strong>“Hey, I’m Gavin,”</strong> he said, voice slightly huskier than he’d wanted, and extended a hand. So far, he didn't recognize the girl as the one he'd played with as a child; no, he saw something entirely different before him. A real woman. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 23:36:32</strong>
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				As lost in her own thoughts as she'd become, Etania had also become acutely aware of most of the sounds around her now.. how the dogs riled each other up.. first one barking, then the whole lot of them in the distance. Then of course, the occasional whinny of a mare or stud from the other direction. To her, it was like some sort of misunderstood ballad, where only the animals knew the song.. people were just the clowns that came in during intermission. So when the distinct sound of feet accompanied by hooves arose from behind, she knew she wasn't alone. She waited a moment before turning to see if it was the elder or the younger who had come along finally.<br><br>What she saw had taken her aback though. He certainly wasn't the Darius.. she'd seen his picture a few times. No, this must be Gavin, and she found herself a bit lost again. Her eyes took him in quickly and she tripped over her own words as she tried to give him a proper greeting, "Hey I'm yeah Gavin, oh.. errr.. I.. ugh.. okay let me start again. Me, Etania.. you Tarzan." She wiggled her eyebrows a bit, giggling as she looked over to him, extending her hand. She knew he'd grown, but she didn't expect he would be as tall.. dark.. or as ripped as he was. She stood awkwardly for a moment before dropping her hand, not sure of how to greet a long lost brother and dropping her hands to her shorts. <br><br>As she slipped her fingers through the small beltloops on her dangerously short shorts, Etania scuffed the toe of her shoe against the deck, "Sorry, I get a little flustered when.. " She didn't want to go on and finish by saying 'when I'm around someone as hot as you..' Instead she shrugged, and went with "when.. I meet new people.." She flashed a careful smile, trying her hardest not to look over his body again. Instead she turned to the railing and looked over it at the landscape. "It must be wonderful to be able to wake up to this every morning yanno.. it sure beats looking out the window at a brick wall." She let out a half bitter laugh and cupped her head in her hands with her elbows planted on the rail. <br><br>"So.. I guess if you hold open the door, I'll take my stuff and get settled in my room.. well once you show me where my room is." She knew there would be plenty of rooms of course, in a ranch house this large, surely there'd be a guest room or two. She heard that some other family might come along as well, and maybe.. that would mean she had to sleep in his room with him.. if only to ogle his hotness and chat with him all night to catch up on life. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:03:58</strong>
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				Gavin looked his sister over as she sputtered and flustered and all-in-all looked incredibly cute. To a young man who had spent very little time around women it was adorable and unfortunately arousing. Part of him was more than a little glad that the girl didn’t look down and see his embarrassing erection; the fact that his pants were tented ridiculously would have been a bit difficult to explain without making the situation even worse. Still, he was able to grin at her words and moved over to settle against the railing next to her. His aura was warm and comfortable given how she was reacting and, facing the landscape, Gavin seemed to be as composed as a slow-moving pond.<br><br>“It is beautiful. But lonely,” he said earnestly. “It’s been just me and dad for years now. I want to go. He wants me to stay. I’d miss the animals – they make it worthwhile…but dad is a slave driver.” His voice was deep, hinting at cavernous possibilities not yet fully developed. It was a voice that could carry across the plain, could shout to distant animals and summon them. A voice that had a timbre of command, mixed with the uncertainty of man-woman physics. <br><br>When she indicated that she’d liked to go inside, Gavin nodded. The motion sent his raven black hair across his cheeks and face, framing his muscular chest and arms deliciously. “The place has six rooms. Dad takes up two. We reserve two for guests. My room has always been a double, but you’ll be sleeping in the other half. No worries, there’s a slide door for privacy.” He explained all while turning to assist her with her belongings, giving her a view of a broad, muscular back and tight ass. Grippably delicious, given his mocha skin.<br><br>Once her things were unloaded (during which Gavin more than happily assisted), Gavil led the girl into the spacious all-wood interior house. Well decorated with Native American finery along the walls, leather and cloth couches and stools and various craft-tables for wood carving, weaving and so forth – right in the living room, with no sign of a television, the place sprawled out into two wings via stairways above. Gavin led her up the stairs on the left and down a wide corridor. On one side of the hall there were glass doors leading to a sprawling gymnasium. <br><br>He continued further, explaining, “We’re on the gym side. There’s an in ground pool out back.” Further in, he led her to what appeared to be two conjoined rooms, each with massive queen sized beds and comforters on them – apparently handmade. Maple chests of drawers lined the walls but there was little other decoration to indicate that either room was lived in. There was a fireplace, currently unlit, in Gavin’s room – indicated by a few shirts he had laying around beside magazines – Playboys, no less. A shared bathroom linked both rooms, with a door on either side, boasting a massive shower. There were no locks on the doors.<br><br>Gavin led her through his room (because it was closer than going through the door to hers) and their shared bathroom, and into her new bedroom.&nbsp; Lowering a few of her belongings onto her bed, he turned and looked at her, smiling slightly. “It’ll be just like real sister and brother,” he said, either amused or intrigued by the idea.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 00:41:00</strong>
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				Etania lagged behind Gavin as he walked her through the house, having to scurry a bit to catch up here and there, despite holding only one bag to her brother's two. Her eyes kept wandering over the delicate and intricate things that adorned the massive ranch house, and she wondered just how old, or who made this or that, or what region some things were from. She'd studied up on many things that had caught her fancy when she lived with her mother, horses of course, but native americans and their culture as well. Her mother had told her little tid bits here and there, but she'd shunned her ancestory after she left Darius, marrying a man with no native history or culture and modernizing herself. Etania took after her father in many respects.. the blonde hair, the deep green eyes, and the never ending search for knowledge.. her mother contributed the delightful ability to tan at a whim and of course Etania's own young body hinted at the figure her mother had, and which she was soon to inherit. Even now at her tender age, Etania's curves were quite noticeable, and though her breasts were still young and perky, they were nearly a full C cup. <br><br>She skittered along the hallway, nearly out of breath already, more taken aback than out of shape as they finally made their way into Gavin's room.&nbsp; "I'd love to go swimming sometime.." She said absently as she looked over his room, which to her was entirely disshevelled.. "And I can help you clean up a bit too." She said with a smile and laugh. Her eyes still roaming over her brother's room, she nearly ran into Gavin's well formed back, her luggage actually banging into the back of his leg. She flustered again, "So.. sorry sorry!" She blushed furiously and backed up a pace or two, nearly falling over a small pile of clothes. She looked down, and then behind her, and smirked a bit as she saw a few well worn playboys on the bed, "At least you're like every other boy I've ever met.. your room is a distaster!" She tried to cover up her embarrassment with humor, though her cheeks gave her away instantaneously, and if Gavin saw what she had seen on his bed, he was sure to know why she was as red as she was.<br><br>She set down her bag just inside the door on the other side of the bathroom.. which was quite impressive in and of itself. She couldn't imagine such elegance in something as simple as the loo, but she did. She gave him a hug as he turned to speak to her, "Thank you for making me feel at home already, Gavin." She suddenly realized she was pressing a bit hard into him and let go, backing up a pace or two, still apologizing without any real cause or reason, "Sorry.. I just get a bit.. well yanno, excitable." She clapped her hands together once and rubbed them as if she were warming them. "So.. besides the house.. I know there's some chores to be done.. I'm a decent cook if you and your dad just want me to hang out in the house for a day or two.. or you could show me the ropes now.." She trailed off, almost beaming at the thought of getting her hands dirty and working with the horses, hell, even touching one for the first time would make her giddy for weeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 00:54:31</strong>
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				Gavin was hot. Not handsome or beautiful (though he was arguably both, while his father was more handsome and less beautiful); but actually physically very warm to the touch. Despite being sweaty, his skin was sleek and velveteen, smooth and electric to the touch. The static of a youth in his prime. By the time his sister had peeled away from him, he – of course – had an erection of rather impressive size that he managed to hide by wandering back into his room and stacking the playboys away, once again presenting her with his back and grippable ass. <br><br><strong>“Well, most of the chores are already done – but it’s never too early to introduce you to the animals. There are horses and dogs – we’ll start you with a few horses, and then give you the bulk jobs with the dogs, probably.”</strong> Talking about the animals – and being away from his sister’s perky breasts helped Gavin relax some; the erection was less noticeable as he turned around. <br><br><strong>“C’mon, let me introduce you to a few of the horses and show you the kennels before dinner.” </strong>He waved at her with a smile that was a little embarrassed and more than a little eager to show off for her. Maybe he’d find an excuse to exercise his brotherly affection again, eh?<br><br>Leading her back through the house and through a massive kitchen better suited for industrial needs than private ones – and out the back door, he pointed to the stables to the left and began rattling off basic facts about the horses. Ten breeds; twenty horses – but not in pairs. The most valuable breeders came first. They had one stud of each breed though. To the right, the dog kennels, they had several breeds and were taking on several more soon, according to his father – which was why help had been requested.<br><br>Ambling amiably near his sister, Gavin took his time sauntering into the wide open stalls. He pointed out the empty stall with the “Tonto” label above it and explained that it was Darius’ favorite horse – a Clydesdale and that there were two studs of that breed. The one adjacent to Tonto was a bit smaller and gray. The mammoth horse was erect; apparently some of the mares were in season and it tended to drive the stallions into a frenzy unless they had a chance to mate or (Gavin confessed with a&nbsp; slightly embarrassed look) be “eased off” – usually into collection tubes for sale to horse breeders. There were other horses too, of course – two Arabian breeds (sleek and fast and significantly smaller) among others. Of the twenty horses currently “in stock” there was enough room for another 10, easily – and out of that twenty there were fourteen stallions. A lot of work to keep calm, Gavin admitted.<br><br><strong>“Do you want to see anything or interact with any of them, before we go to the kennels?”</strong> Gavin asked after he was done showing her the layout. His eyes were bright, hopeful even. He wanted to impress her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 14:47:19</strong>
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				To say she was excited was an understatement, though she made some sort of attempt at controlling herself. It worried her a bit that Gavin's reaction to a hug wasn't to return it, but rather to walk away. What could she think of that really except that he wasn't a touchy feely type of guy? She bounded after him, cutting through their shared bathroom once more and leaning on the doorjam between the bathroom and his room. Just thinking about tending to the animals got her into a giggly happy mood, so she was trying her hardest to keep a cool head. How long had she dreamed to touching the horses, of meeting them and taking care of them?<br><br>She followed him through the kitchen, finding it hard to keep up with him, but she did so, knowing the horses and dogs awaited. What she would have given a year ago to be here, working with her brother and the animals.. As they stepped into the stables and Gavin went on about breeds and spoke about the various mares and studs, Etania was in a haze. She stood near the stall across from Tonto's and smiled back at Gavin. She saw the tinge of red on his cheeks as he spoke of "easing" the studs and reaping the profits from that. She herself blushed, not exactly knowing what went into it, but she'd heard things. Instead of satisfying her curiosity on that particular point, Eta took another step closer to the smaller Clydesdale. <br><br>"Do you mind.. if I pet him.. or should I go for a less fiesty one?" She flashed a smile, blushing a bit herself, though hers was much easier to detect, her much lighter skin flushed easily and she half turned her face away to look at the horses again. She couldn't imagine how anyone couldn't see the beauty of these majestic beasts and she longed to be near them.. but more, she found herself drawn to her brother. It frightened her a bit how she wanted to be near him, and she told herself that it was simply a sibling attraction, making up for time lost and simply wanting to get to know each other. Eta infact would be the first to admit she'd shied away from relationships in general, she'd barely had a first kiss, let alone anything else.. so she'd be the last to understand the different types of attraction one could feel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 23:04:43</strong>
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				To be fair, Gavin had little experience as well – his social graces extended to firm handshakes and, once, a blowjob from a cousin after church. She’d been much older and though the experience had been amazing, it hadn’t made the awkwardness of seeing her husband afterward really worth it. Still, a taste had been enough for the much younger Gavin to realize that he wanted more. When his sister drew to the smaller of the massive horses (given that Tonto was currently out with Darius, the other wasn’t much of an option, obviously), Gavin instinctively moved closer to her. His hip brushed hers, warm and firm.<br><br><strong>“Me being close will mix our scents a bit, give him a chance to recognize you as family,”</strong> he explained in low, even tones near the shell of her ear. His breath was surprisingly sweet – like tea and mint, but still musky; he had been working most of the day, after all. <br><br>With a guiding hand on her hip (his hand much larger than her petite frame, cupping her entire side, drifting so near her ass, but not quite against it), he adjusted her closer. The big horse – labeled above his stall as, simply, “Grey” eased closer. Interestingly, the animal seemed extremely calm and interested. It nosed toward Gavin and then turned to attend the small newcomer. Working his lips, the amazing horse – whose breath smelled a bit like apples – lowered bit lips in her direction, indicating a desire for familiarity.<br><br>Gavin grinned warmly and unlatched a small gate leading into the horse’s pen. It was well mucked, with fresh hay and smelled very farm-like, crisp and wild. <strong>“Go ahead. Just keep a hand on him and watch out for his meat. He’s liable to shift toward you if you get too close to his underbelly,</strong>” he explained, nodding without a hint of embarrassment toward the horses foot and a half of erect out-of-sheath irregularly colored cock. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 22:14:50</strong>
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				She shifted her weight a bit between left and right as Gavin's warm body touched against her. Though only their hips were in contact, she could feel the heat radiating from him, could almost sense where every part of his body was without looking behind her to confirm. She held her breath for a moment as a wave of goosebumps ran over her skin, and she had to remind herself to breathe. What he said made sense.. but how he said it made her feel.. strange. Her body leaned into his a little and she caught the scent of his breath mixing with Grey's lingering in the air.. but it was more than that. She could smell the long day's work on him, even as his body was cool and dry. <br><br>"I.. I read that somewhere once." She said absently as she looked over her shoulder and up to him. He made her feel so small, and yet with him here she felt.. safe almost. If Grey reared or got spooked by her gentle petting, she knew Gavin would be able to calm him. She stepped just inside the pen as Gavin opened the gate, new scents filling her senses and she tried not to get lost in them. How many times had she wanted to be this close to a horse and was pulled away just before she could touch? She giggled nervously as she looked beneath the horse and saw the obvious excitement. She'd heard once or twice of how girls had taken such massive things, and really, she couldn't understand how, though as she touched this brilliant and beautiful beast, she could see the draw, even if she didn't know the physical semantics of such an act. <br><br>She swallowed hard and stayed near Grey's front, "I.. I'll make sure I don't get too close.. w.. would it be better if you were in here too?" She asked, her voice shaking audibly, both from excitement and fright that Grey would 'shift toward' her. She tried to flash a smile and cooed gently to the horse. "Shh.. hey big guy, you don't mind if I pet you now do you?" Although she had such a limited experience with animals of any sort, she started to feel comfortable with this one. "There ya go.. I'm just going to look at you a bit.. Not going to hurt you one iota big guy." She went on like this, speaking to the animal more out of nerves than anything else before she slipped away, barely running her hand past his front haunches. She blushed a bit as she came out and jumped up and down. She was so excited she could barely contain it. Despite the earlier reaction to the hug, she felt the urge to give him another, but she held back and instead gave him a friendly punch in the shoulder. "Thank yous!" She squealed, and then in a slightly more understandable tone, "I'd hug you.. but well.. I don't think you like them so much." She flushed again and lowered her eyes. "So.. the dogs next?" She said, trying to change the subject.. "Or dinner first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 22:41:59</strong>
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				Gavin watched the girl, studying the way she handled the horse. She seemed to have the knack – Grey shifted and eased closer, sure enough, but she left the stall before the eager horse, all too used to human hands, did something ungentlemanly. When Etania began jumping up and down with excitement, Gavil chuckled – not quite certain how to respond to a living breathing girl expressing such emotions, and stepped back a bit. His physiological response to the parts of his sister that moved in rhythm with her bouncing was…well, a perfect mirror to poor Gray’s. <br><br>At her claim that he didn’t enjoy hugging her, Gavin frowned and, as though to prove the point, swept her into a firm and sudden hug. The fact that his impressively well-contained manhood pressed high against her stomach didn’t even enter his head. His hands swept behind her, large and firm, crushing her to him.<br><br>Then Gray shifted forward and nuzzled Etania’s shoulder, brushing across Gavil’s fingers eagerly. It broke the suddenly intense mood and Gavin shifted back, flushing slightly. Drawing his callused hand across hers, he drew her from the barn, laughing, <strong>“Looks like Gray really does like you. Next time you should spend a little more time with him,”</strong> Gavin suggested, even as he led her across the way and into the long rows of dog kennels.<br><br>The dogs were of a variety of sizes, most no smaller than Labradors though – a few Great Danes and Mastiffs presented themselves, all eager and tail-wagging at the sight of their primary source of food. The kennels were large, roomy, bigger than anything a city might have in it without luxurious expense, and several dogs were paired off – males and females. In more than one cage, it was clear the dogs were breeding pairs. One particularly muscular bull-looking mastiff rutted with a female Labrador in a tantric-awkward looking bonding, huge balls rebounding off of her in full view of Gavil and Etania as they arrived.<br><br>Chuckling, Gavin sighed,<strong> “The woes of maintaining breeding stock and trying new lines out.” </strong>He just shook his head and waved a hand, “Do you want to see or handle any of them, sis? I doubt they will try to bowl you over with eagerness quite like Gray almost did.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 14:09:50</strong>
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				To say she was surprised by his sudden hug was an understatement, and there was another surprise hidden within the hug as well. Etania was a bit naive, but not so much that she didn't know what she was feeling pressed firmly against her stomach. She blushed massively, and she didn't know whether or not to point out his excitement to him or not. Being inexperienced as she was, she wasn't sure if it was normal.. so.. maybe it was and she was just overreacting to it. Thankfully a slight interruption broke her train of thought, and she gave Grey a playful rub atop his head. "Next time.. if he's not so.. excited, most definitely," she said with a giggle. <br><br>Etania squeezed Gavin's hand as he took hers and led her. Everything about him made her seem small and unknowing, more like a tourist than a girl that was to help on the ranch. She followed him happily, feeling more secure somehow with him leading her hand in hand. The kennels were decidedly different from the stables, though they weren't far from each other, and she coughed as she saw the two decent sized dogs going at it. "I guess it comes with the territory." She said meekly, unsure of just how to react to the animal's lack of discretion, but in reality, why would they have it. She settled on that thought.. there was a reason they were animals and not people, and she leaned her head against Gavin's shoulder as her eyes wandered over the other various breeds and pairings.<br><br>"I think with what you said earlier, I'll be handling them all soon enough, but.." She rubbed her tummy, "I'm feeling a bit famished.. the ride was realllly long here and I didn't bother stopping to pick anything up on the way. Is it nearly time..." She trailed off as her eyes lifted to his, her hand giving his another gentle squeeze. "Besides, I've been around dogs.. not had any myself, but.. there were plenty around." She blushed a bit and looked away back to the dogs in the cages. No matter how hard she tried, her eyes were continually drawn back to the pair that was fairly front and center, going at it without abandon. She bit her lip and turned her back to the kennel wall to face him, "I never expected.. to... well... to have so much fun." She said, though she really couldn't decipher her feelings, they were flooding through her. One thing she knew.. she liked holding his hand.. and she liked hugging him and talking to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 20:55:18</strong>
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				Gavin laughed softly at her response, a surprisingly deep chortle of warmth. He squeezed her hand in his big paw and shrugged back, in the direction of the house.<strong> “Tomorrow – we can teach you to handle the animals. Dogs or horses; whichever you’re more comfortable with. Tonight, it’s just us.”</strong> His dark eyes, chocolate depths seeming melting, met hers in a brief flash of assertive hunger, a passionate yearning…<br><br><strong>“So, I see you found your sister,”</strong> Darius’ deeper, more sonorous voice cut through their conversation. He’d had time to put Tonto up and change into a button up red and black shirt that showed his much more bulky musculature. His tone was firm, abrasive even.<strong> “She said she was hungry, Gavin. Take her inside and feed her. And you two get some sleep. I’m going out tonight, a few states away to fetch a few new breeds of dog&nbsp; - I'll be back in three or four days. Keep in mind that the new horses will be coming over the next week or two. She needs to know all the ins and outs sooner than later. I'm trusting you to take care of training her while I'm gone. ”</strong> He frowned, handsome, broad features taking the two of them in suspiciously. How long had he been listening in, watching the two of them? <br><br>Gavin nodded, but didn’t let his sister’s hand go. He felt almost…protective. Darius looked at Etania more closely, studying the flush of her cheeks.<strong> “Be careful with Gavin. He’s inexperienced. You’d better lock your door, or he might sneak into your bed. If he does, there are condoms in your shared bathroom. And morning after pills in the medicine cabinet. I won’t have any incestuous offspring to worry over if you two give into your hormones and fuck. Is that clear?”</strong> That horrible statement made, Darius swung around and ambled away, giving her a view of his broad back – an oversized version of Gavin.<br><br>Gavin…just gawked. <strong>“Fucking old man,”</strong> he said angrily. In the background, one of the pairs of dogs finished - the massive knot visible distending the female's pelvis slightly, cum dripping onto the ground between the two of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 15:06:01</strong>
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				Etania was just as startled by Darius' sudden interruption as Gavin seemed. In some ways she felt like she'd done something wrong, but in so many others it felt right. He hadn't done anything but hug her and hold her hand. It was totally innocent.. right? She was flushed when they were interrupted and her cheeks only got redder as Darius continued speaking, in total disbelief of what he was saying and near tears, the only thing keeping them at bay was the gentle and reassuring squeeze of Gavin's hand. She wanted to make a good impression.. of which she'd failed miserably.<br><br>She looked at Gavin as Darius meandered away, wordlessly. Her hand dropped away from his and she took off at a sprint, back through the horse stables and up to the ranch, not bothering to look behind her to see if Gavin was following. She couldn't think right there, amongst the fucking dogs and horny horses.&nbsp; She was completely embarrassed, but more than that, her mother had been right about Darius. He was nothing like her own father.. in comparison he seemed to have an almost clinical detachment to things. She couldn't possibly stay here now that THAT was said could she.. Even if Darius wouldn't be here for a few days, what would she possibly be able to say to the man after that? And how could she ever look Gavin in the eye again?<br><br>She didn't pause as she got to the house, instead she ran up the steps, onto the porch, and zoomed to her room. She grabbed the first of her suitcases, intent on taking off. She took hold of it, yanked and fell back, flat on her arse, and finally into a heap, letting her tears flow and feeling completely useless at the same time. She couldn't even get her luggage moved, how the hell was she supposed to move horses and dogs and do any sort of good job with it. She scooted back away from her luggage, her back pressed into a corner and took a few breaths to try getting herself under some sort of control, though the tears just didn't seem to want to stop. She didnt' want anyone to see her like this, especially not Darius, the prick. Slowly, she began to regain some semblence of her thoughts, focusing on Darius, and how he was an asshole. That helped a lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 21:33:51</strong>
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				When his sister vanished Gavin almost snarled. Darius was a bastard, an utter bastard, for seeing things in such a clinical, detached – passionless – and sexualized manner. It was all he could do to squeeze his sibling’s hand as they were given the dress down, to not scream in rage at the older, careless man as he walked away. And then he was gone, and so was she. Etania fled in a furry of tears and confusion and Gavin was barely equipped to deal with it; hell, he didn’t know how to address his own emotions, let alone those of a teenage girl whom he’d just really met. It made him angry and, if he was being honest with himself, more than a little scared. <br><br>He tuned to the dogs, watching them. One bitch, alone in her spacious kennel, shifted forward and gave him soulful eyes. Reaching through the grate, Gavin stroked her luxurious fur and felt himself grow a little more calm. The animals always helped. Which gave him an idea.<br><br>Shifting to one of the littering cages – bigger, with finer mesh, he opened the door and pulled out a scrawny little runt of a Boxer-Dane hybrid, destined for huge things clearly, and wrestled the little fella into his arms. Thankfully, the arm-full of mutt was sleepy, having fed recently, and took it all with merely a wiggle to settle closer to Gavin’s source of warmth. It helped, handling the young as soon as they were born. <br><br>Into the house Gavin went, hoping that he wasn’t too late. He approached his sister’s room through their shared door and knocked gently.<strong> “Hey, sis…I brought you a present?” Gavil’s tone was gentle, apologetic. “He’s a lot better than Darius, I promise.”</strong> Moving forward, into her room so she could see, Gavil presented her with the black and tan, sleepy dog. The dog yawned at her. Gavil looked more than a little hopeful.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.coloradodogbreeders.com/wp-content/uploads/Mini%20Boxer%20Puppies.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 14:15:48</strong>
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				She looked up to him shocked. She'd run fast, but her execution was very slow, and she'd not yet managed to get up from her place against the wall. Who was Darius to talk about her like.. like some floozy, and right when she first met him too. She wanted to say soooo much to him, but wouldn't. She knew herself too well for that to even be a possibility. Gavin though, he surprised her and she offered him a shaky smile as she looked at the incredibly adorable pup. She reached up and took it with all the care of a person handling a bomb. She'd never had a dog before, so it surprised her how soft and cuddly it was being.. it nuzzled up against her and promptly went back to sleep against her budding bosom.<br><br>She stood up, using her empty hand to wipe her tear stained cheeks. Her glassy eyes flitted up to him. "I hate him." It was all she could think to say as she leaned up against him and kept herself tight there, her left side pressed into him while the right angled out, keeping the pup from getting smooshed. "How.. how can you be so different from him?" She asked seriously, her fingers wrapping around his waist and lingering there as her cheek lay lazily on his chest. She didn't like to think of things like this.. of what might happen.. or of what Darius had assumed would happen. Maybe his absence would make for a more relaxed time with them where he could teach her.. without that overbearing, meanspirited son of a bitch there.<br><br>She revelled in his warmth, his strong body. He made her feel incredibly safe, like nobody else ever had. Perhaps that was naive, or a way to rationalize the attraction and spark they shared, but it was something she could take comfort in, and she did. "Are you sure he... he won't get mad at you giving this one to me?" She finally said after a few moments, her eyes on the pup in her arm, who looked so sweet and innocent. She didn't let her eyes go behind Gavin, to the fat suitcase pulled out into the room, she was sure he'd seen it, but she wasn't going to give up.. not if Gavin was here. She'd wanted this most of her life.. why let one little nasty comment ruin it for her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 05:33:12</strong>
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				Gavin felt a longing that he could not describe, a yearning for more than simple companionship and friendship; a need to be complete. When she pulled herself against him, felt the hard, lean planes of his young body, the powerful flanks beneath his pants, he couldn’t help but shiver in wanton desire. His need stirred, erect in a second, but he carefully tilted his body away from her, keeping her from that. Despite all his want. Shifting one big hand down around her hip, Gavin squeezed her close, careless of the fact that his hand brushed across the hidden meat of her ass. His other hand found the puppy, stroked him.<br><br>“He treats people like animals. Once, we had someone mistreat one of the horses – saddled Tonto wrong, and Darius made them sleep in the barn with Tonto all night. I hear it was a horrifying experience. The person left after.” Gavin shrugged helplessly, “Darius just doesn’t see things the way we do. You’ll have to ignore him and let me keep you on his good side as much as possible, sis.” He smiled down at her reassuringly and drew her closer. <br><br>Studying her, vulnerable and scared, he could feel the need to protect her, to console her, rise in him fierce and hot. “As long as you are here, I’ll be staying too. Don’t worry about me going. And yeah, you can keep the puppy. He’s a breeder anyway, Darius wouldn’t give him up or cut him. He’ll be all yours to train and take care of.” Gavin grinned wryly down at her, “He’s a lucky pup.” His hand tightened, slipping closer, almost fully grasping her ass. The youth was so much larger than his sister and his body radiated heat…heat and savage need. Supportive too, though.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 11:34:07</strong>
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				Etania let herself be held, the sweet little pup snoozing happily in the crook of her arm as Gavin consoled her and gave her some insight into his father. She wasn't sure what exactly she expected, but it obviously wasn't what she got thus far. The tears stopped as she listened to his gentle words and explanations, her body warmed by his, the heat nearly radiating off Gavin's lean and hard body. Her lips parted to say something a few times but she simply was at a loss for words. What could have happened to that person.. she'd not met Tonto, but the other horse was all too eager to meet her. But her inner monologue was cut short as Gavin all but grabbed her arse. She felt a warm sensation inside of herself, one she'd associated with cute guys at school and felt herself pulling away a bit, going to her tip toes and kissing his cheek softly. "Thank you.." were the words she whispered to him before pulling away entirely. <br><br>"So.." She said grabbing one of his hands, her other still occupied with the sweet little pup. "A box to set this handsome little thing in.. and then dinner?" Her stomach rumbled as if in immediate agreement. She gave him a gentle smile and a squeeze of the hand. She was anything but blind as well. Gavin's fondness of her went past brotherly love, or at least the beast pressing inside of his tight jeans would suggest as much. She would have to ask him... was he as.. inexperienced as herself? Did he know the sweet things as well as the not so sweet ones that she'd seen on the internet? Etania, in all honesty, wasn't exactly sure of how to make herself cum, let alone how to make someone else.. a talk for tonight surely. After dinner, she'd just ask him. But for now, she'd led Gavin to the closet and tugged out one of the empty boxes. "So.. I've.. well.. never had a puppy.. It needs some newspaper to mess on right?" She asked, blushing a bit at how green she obviously was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallenstar Ranch</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 03:00:55</strong>
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				Gavin watched his sister as she moved about her room, valiantly fumbling for the best way to tend for her new companion. After a few minutes, he vanished in his connected room and reappeared with a proper large cage with a bag of what looked to be some sort of thick-cut sawdust on a sliding panel beneath the floor. He set the cage down gently next to the bed and waved a hand, "viola. Much better than a box. We can add a blanket and help train him where to use the toilet and he'll be well on his way to being house broken." His smile was warm - completely oblivious to his sister's thoughts. He'd never had the internet.<br><br>Opening the cage for her, he watched how she carried the dog, the way her posture and pose interacted with the new weight, the presence against her and found himself pleased. Etania seemed to have an instinctive kinship with animals - perhaps it was her subtle, fresh scent? - the horses and dogs had all seemed taken by her, well, as taken as kennel-laden, busily-humping dogs could be. <br><br>Realizing that he was probably staring a bit too much, Gavin blinked, blushed and said, "Dinner sounds great. We've got a fairly good spread - dad always makes sure we've got fresh meat and produce, so that won't be a problem. What do you like to eat?" <br>
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