Percy loved feeling those greedy hands on him. They were everywhere—tugging on his clothes, sliding under his shirt, rocking his hips back and forth between the two of them—making him feel so tingly.
He knew they were being naughty; brothers shouldn’t touch each other this way. That’s why they were huddled under the covers, hiding in Fred and Georgie’s room, the rest of the house long asleep.
Keen hands turned Percy’s head to the left, and then there was a tongue in his mouth, tasting faintly of peppermint—Georgie.
Even though his mouth was preoccupied with one of his brothers’, the other twin didn’t stop exploring Percy’s dainty body. Restless fingers wrapped around Percy’s waist, pulling him against Freddie’s chest, making Georgie tighten his hold on his older brother’s pudgy cheeks.
“C’mon, don’t keep him all to yourself, Georgie.”
“But he tastes so sweet,” came Georgie’s whiny response, causing Percy to giggle against his lips.
Giggles turned to quiet laughter as Freddie impatiently turned him around.
“My turn.”