Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <?xml version='1.0' encoding='utf-8'?> <package xmlns="http://www.idpf.org/2007/opf" unique-identifier="uuid_id" version="2.0"> <metadata xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:opf="http://www.idpf.org/2007/opf"> <dc:identifier opf:scheme="calibre" id="calibre_id">727</dc:identifier> <dc:identifier opf:scheme="uuid" id="uuid_id">8a9857ef-bc97-4b02-869a-7c7a03a3c98b</dc:identifier> <dc:title>My Son Also Rises [1]: Where Do Babies Come From?</dc:title> <dc:creator opf:file-as="Seven, Steven" opf:role="aut">Steven Seven</dc:creator> <dc:contributor opf:file-as="calibre" opf:role="bkp">calibre (3.38.1) [https://calibre-ebook.com]</dc:contributor> <dc:date>2018-04-08T21:29:40+00:00</dc:date> <dc:description>Steven had a happy childhood. He ran naked across the vast nudist estate along with his 12 naked sisters under the watchful eyes of his 12 nursemaids and his vigilant mother. Steven nursed freely at the breasts of his mother, his oldest sisters, and his nursemaids, his naked flesh against theirs. And yet, none of them would let him touch them in certain places. Whenever he tried, they brushed his hands away, saying "That's for when you're older." Today Steven turns 14. Now he is old enough.</dc:description> <dc:publisher>storiesonline.net</dc:publisher> <dc:identifier opf:scheme="URL">https://storiesonline.net/s/17841</dc:identifier> <dc:language>eng</dc:language> <dc:subject>In-Progress</dc:subject> <dc:subject>Erotica</dc:subject> <meta content="{"Steven Seven": "https://storiesonline.net/a/steven-seven"}" name="calibre:author_link_map"/> <meta content="2019-05-28T13:59:21.795000+00:00" name="calibre:timestamp"/> <meta content="My Son Also Rises [1]: Where Do Babies Come From?" name="calibre:title_sort"/> <meta content="{"Ma/ft": []}" name="calibre:user_categories"/> </metadata> <guide> <reference href="cover.jpg" title="Cover" type="cover"/> </guide> </package>