It shocked Hunter to his core that something as small as a flick of his tongue could wrench such a sound from his twin. He'd never wanted power over her, but in a way he wanted this. He wanted to be the source of all of Fawn's pleasure. Hunter's fingers slid just under the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs, before dropping them down with her bra.
Hunter had never had an up close look at a woman's sex before (or a far away one, unless you counted the occasional bath with Fawn, where her legs had stayed closed, thank you very much). The only experience he'd had was when his horrid cousin Tom tried to shove girlie magazine into his line of sight. The girls on those pages however had seemed vulgar. Fawn seemed... perfect. Hunter wasn't sure whether to curse Tom or praise him, for that was really the only source of information he had besides his dorm mates. It had given him enough to go on, that when he buried his face between Fawn's legs again, he knew where to focus.