Those Moments of Dawning

by Taokan

A series of self indulgent and mostly unconnected drabbles spanning long nights and longer days in the lives of the Hawke siblings. Some chapters will be Bethany/Garret, some Bethany/Carver, some Bethany/Carver/Garret. These are transcribed directly from my tumblr, and so quite often open as stream of consciousness, which I hope you'll excuse.

13. Chapter 13

Carver Hawke dragging the pad of his thumb down over his older sister's lip, exhaling a laugh when she keened, turned a gasp when she nipped at him, drew it in between her lips to pull a slow warmth down his thumb, giving him a smirk from under eyes gone heavy lidded with desire.

Marian Hawke easing the spread of legs gone slick with want with her hands as she sank down inch by inexorable inch on her brother's length, breathing a ragged cry of "yes," and "closer, brother," when he started to move. "Closer."

Carver Hawke licking his way up Marian's chest with deliberate slowness, following a tingling trail set by his hands that had his sister arching and panting his name, gone hoarse with need.

Marian Hawke's hips making restless rhythms against his cock, driving him ever deeper with insistent little jerks, every movement setting stars to bursting across the inside if his eyelids.