Suzanne moaned, holding her hands on Thaddeus's back as he began to thrust. She liked it when he knew how to get down to the task at hand, and she rolled her hips back against him, as much in reflex as anything else. She couldn't even remember her first time anymore, like her mother, she'd taken the LeMagie tradition and run with it, though she'd maintained some sufficiently modern notions to avoid marrying her brother when she reached maturity.<br/><br/>She pushed a hand down between them, her fingers immediately going to her clit, rubbing quicker even then Thaddeus could thrust. After all, she wanted to get off, and if she came first and left Thaddeus before he could finish, it wouldn't be the first time.