Sebastian ripped his mouth away from his sister's nipple, gasping for air, "I can't get enough of these beautiful tits." He licked them both with his tongue an eagerness making him giggle in delight.
"Touch them, Clarissa," he said, taking her hands in his and placing them around her own breasts, "I want to see you play with your own breasts."
Clary rubbed her breasts between her hands, mechanically, her head turned to the side in shame. She always did what she was told; the shame of their games was only a little better than the humiliation of their punishments.