Hunter's fingers tightened against his sister's skin at Fawn's words. He had always considered them to be equals, in fact he often placed himself below Fawn in many ways, but hearing her state out loud that she was his made something inside of him howl with pleasure. He wanted to mark her somehow. To make it so that everyone would know she belonged to him. It was something that would never be possible, with what they were to each other, but it was enough for them both to know it.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked with wonder. Hunter's hand played more overtly over her breast, as he stepped them both backward, until Fawn's thigh pressed up against the edge of their sofa-turned-bed. Hunter knew how to do absolutely none of this, but instinct was somehow guiding him.