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[notsogroovy]

Continued from here.

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

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[notsogroovy]

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.

[begoingbald]

"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.

[notsogroovy]

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.

[begoingbald]

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.

[notsogroovy]

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.