Alecto groaned softly against his kiss. Slender arms coming to wrap around her twin and pull him close. It was so wrong but so right at the same time. She squirmed against him as he traced lazy circles on her flesh. Sometimes, just sometimes, she'd let him run away with her - do what he liked - tonight she was feeling playful.
She arched her back, pushing her breast into his fingers, nipping at his lips as she did so. One arm unwrapped from around his frame to slide between them, and trail nails down his side and over his hip, eventually grasping him, and teasingly dragging nail edges against the sensitive flesh.