Michael let out gasp of elation as he felt Dawn's juices soak his robe, making the warm, wet fabric cling to his throbbing member, making him even more desperate for his own, inevitable release. By then, they had attracted more than a little attention to themselves, though Michael was far too gone, far too focused on Dawn to truly care at that point. "We really need to get upstairs..." He teased, "I really need to-"<br/><br/><em>"Travis and I will be in our room, I told you she was sensitive."</em>Stephanie had slipped in behind him, pressing her body tightly against his, the feel of her chest against his back causing him to twitch against Dawn, sucking in breath as his hips shifted in a desperate effort to find release he wasn't quite ready for yet in his head. Michael held back the urge to groan at the news. The one time someone had been successful with his brother, and it was just as he was about to retire to the same room. He couldn't go up now, not when Stephanie was so very close with him.<br/><br/>"Looks like we may need to wait..." He whispered to Dawn. "I don't want to barge in on poor Travis... Not when he's so close." The words were almost physically painful to say, waiting was hardly his strong suit.