Sylvia couldn’t tell when the mood shifted from a heartfelt conversation to her being lewdly exposed to Xander’s mouth. Xavier pulled her thighs open wider for Xander. Sylvia fell against Xavier’s chest with a moan.

“Slowly,” Xavier instructed, watching his brother closely. Xander did not stop to answer. His tongue dared out to lick into Sylvia’s now wet entrance. “Now carefully use your fingers. Don’t hurt her,” Xavier instructed once more.

Sylvia had barely registered the deep voice. Her body arched under the sweet ministrations. Xavier’s hands were firm on her thighs. And Xander’s mouth was diligent.

“Can I fuck her now?” Xander whined looking up. Sylvia’s breath hitched taking...