With Sherry spread open and breasts hanging loose in his brother's hands, Lindsey pulled back for a moment to admire the image he was presented. Deciding he liked it, he moved forward again and kissed down her chin, up her jawline, but wouldn't kiss her on the mouth, not yet.

"Why?" he asked, his chuckle sounding like sin right beside her ear. His hand reached down to rub lightly at her wet panties, but not where she wanted to be touched the most. No, he merely made sure she felt how wet she was.