Hunter had thought that he wanted to see all of his sister, right away, but as her dress came off, he was already overheated. He knew enough about his own body that he shouldn't rush things. He was still a teenager after all.
"Maybe... is it alright if I take them off you?"
Hunter looked at his sister's face as she gave a small, if certain, nod to the affirmative. They both seemed so sure of what they wanted, but it was also still so new. Hunter let his fingers play over the softness of Fawn's brassiere, taken with the complexities of the pink lace. The colour nearly matched the new blush that bloomed over his sister's skin. Beneath it, he could feel the small pebble of her nipple firm up, as though begging for more of his touch.
"Do they do that often?" he asked with wonder, looking up into Fawn's eyes.