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Run us off to someone, you mean. [But she pulls him closer. She can wait. For now.]

"Tell me what you want, Raven," he murmurs licking a line through her folds before slipping his tongue and finger into her at the same time.

Charles kisses down along her stomach, slipping down to his knees those blue eyes staring up at her.

Her eyes go wide when she sees Charles like that. For her. He's like that for her. "I want you, both of you, to make me come." She resists the urge to add 'again and again and again', but it's there in her eyes if Charles chooses to see it.

Charles gives a slight smirk before thrusting his fingers into her where Erik's tongue was. Even if Erik had said that she should tease the young telepath. However right now they're both working on dragging her to orgasm, Erik's fingers buried deep within her angling those fingers to hit that one particular spot. Charles changing from his fingers to his tongue after.

Even as Charles slips his tongue in and out of her, he reaches his hand up using his thumb to play with her clit wanting to bring his sister over the edge.

She screams just as Erik's fingers reach that spot inside her, not even thinking about the party outside or the people who've probably heard her. No, the only thing on her mind, the scattered thoughts she has left to her, are of Charles and Erik, the men who want her and the men she so desperately needs.

"That's it, Raven, let go," he whispers continuing to play with his sister's clit.

Erik grins and laps at where his fingers are as he thrusts them in and out of her, loving that scream. "Perfection," he whispers against her slick folds.

Charles hasn't stopped. That's all she can think. She grabs his hand and twines there fingers together and then looks down at him, deliberately licking her lips. She wants his tongue where his fingers were and she wraps a hand in his hair and tugs a little.

Charles can't help but give a slight laugh and he mirrors Erik, lapping at her slick folds thrusting his tongue into her, suckling on her with a low obscene groan.

The groan feels like it's ripped from her body as the slow motion of her hips stutter out of control. Maybe - probably - it's that image of Charles that does her in. Her sweet brother doing something dirty to her.

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