Will smiled as he reached around and settled his large hands on the fair lady's chest. He shut his eyes and let his fingers wander, groping their way and doing as they pleased. Her flat stomach moved in and out and she took deep, even breaths. She had small breasts, Will noticed as one hand stayed above the waist and he let the other wander lower and lower. The woman next to him shifted and groaned deep in her throat. Very deep. Will's other hand wandered some more until his progress was halted by something rock-hard in the path. Perplexed, Will's hand felt up, down and all-around trying to figure this obelisk out. This poor woman! She had…she…had…she…he…wait…
Oh boy.
Quickly Will jerked his hand out of his brother's pants. His eyes opened like a bullet and he stared down at the one whom he shared beds with. White around the edges, the younger brother's eyes roved down his brothers sleeping body with rapt fascination: Jacob's shirt was unbuttoned (one of Will's curious hands still splayed across the fit chest), the tie to his breeches was undone and an inquisitive appendage of Will's was still lingering.
Jacob still slept with a peaceful smile on his face.
Well, if that was the case…
Wilhelm Grimm continued, nuzzling his brother's neck gently. Jacob would be none the wiser.
The corner of the pillow Jacob's head lay on was soaked with saliva as he bit down, hopelessly trying to quell the moans of pleasure that threatened to escape.