Hunter moaned roughly at the sound of his sister's voice. It was like nothing he had ever heard pass from between her lips. The closest thing perhaps being when she had just sampled the ripest berry of the summer or slipped into a hot bath in the midst of a heavy snow. It was pleasure, but something more.
Whatever it was, it pushed him on to hear more of the same. Hunter's hand sought out Fawn's other breast, kneading at the soft flesh and feeling that nipple go hard against his palm as the other felt the lap of his tongue. It was amazing, that sex could be anything more wonderful that just what he was doing in that moment.