Hunter nearly ran into his sister, once he turned the corner, not expecting her to have stopped in place. As it was, his body lined up against her back, forcing a touch that seemed familiar and strange at the same time. He was about to joke with her, to ask what on earth had stopped her, when he saw.
Hunter's eyes widened at the sight of the couple, the girl's skin laid bare. It registered as something he knew, but not because he recognized the girl. No, it was the paleness, the freckles; she looked like Fawn. Hunter was amazed he hadn't heard the couple and even within the few seconds he had stood in place, he was amazed he hadn't smelled them. It sent a flame up through his cheeks that he even knew what he had scented in the air, but there was no denying it. The boy's hand worked steadily up the girl's skirt, her wetness enough for Hunter to sense it. Even without his extra senses, he would have known what was happening, from the small whimpers that fell from the girls lips.
Somehow, Hunter's hand found Fawn's wrist, but even though he grabbed it and held tight, he couldn't bring himself to pull her away.