<strong>Name:</strong>Hannah Smith<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Twin's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harry<br/><br/>Hannah squirmed to move herself into a more comfortable position once Harry spread his legs and soon found one.  It put her between them, her feet and his feet pointing in the same direction even though her position meant that hers hung off the mattress and rested on the floor.  That was okay because the rug was soft and the tiny caresses of its pile felt nice after being outdoors for the last several months.  Hannah stopped sucking for a bit, just held Harry in her mouth, while her toes explored the rug and plucked at it, until a gentle thrust of his hips upwards reminded Hannah she was doing something else.<br/><br/>"Sorry," she mumbled around his cock, and turned her attention back to it.  Harry's fingers continued to stroke her skin.  He knew just how to use the back of his knuckles, or the pads of his fingertips to trace out all the special spots Hannah loved to be stimulated.  Some of them, like across her spine just below her neck, felt so soothing and relaxing that just resting his hand there helped her go to sleep.  It was different when Harry caressed her small breasts, or tweaked a nipple.  That sent the strangest sharp hot tingles into her tummy and sometimes made her feel like her skin was shrink wrapped onto her body.  Then there was her neck, the side of it and below her ear and along her jaw.  Touches there were a little bit of both and she arched into them like a cat when Harry teased her.<br/><br/>Hannah wasn't stupid.  She knew the touches made her body respond, made her feel things including things that were leading to sexual arousal.  Mom made sure all of the girls knew about their bodies if even in a clinical way and Hannah had friends, girlfriends, who talked in a much more oh-my-gosh way.  But it wasn't like that between them, even if it felt that way.  What she and Harry shared was so much deeper than a boy and a girl messing around.  It was just how they were, like now.<br/><br/>Harry's cock in her mouth made Hannah feel centered and good and happy.  Harry liked it too even though it was different for him but still made him happy.  It wasn't sex, it was just...twinstuff.  It was why he never touched her back like a boy would a girl he wanted to be with, and never did for her what she did for him because Harry was always centered and not like her.<br/><br/>Sighing in contentment, Hannah balanced the agate on Harry's hard stomach and moved it up and down until she got it at just the right spot where she could both suck on him and see the intricacies of the patterns while looking up.  Her tongue began to make sympathetic swirls across the bottom of his cock as she thought about them and from time to time Harry's thrusting hips or his hands on her head guided Hannah's motions and work in silent direction.  When she felt he was close, Hannah reached out and took one of Harry's hands in her own, twining their fingers together, and looked up at him with adoration and absolute trust in her pretty blue eyes, wondering how he wanted to finish it, needing his cues to make it just right for him.<br/><br/>Hannah loved her brother so much and he was so good to her.  She didn't know of any other brothers who were always there for their sisters, not even Richard.  Harry was the other part of her soul and so nice to let her settle down this way.