<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla lay on her back, panting heavily as though she’d just been through a rough sparring match, staring at the ceiling. She’d never experienced anything like that before. Certainly she’d had sex, and she’d had plenty of orgasms, but for someone to trigger that kind of reaction in her with just their tongue… their lips… she blushed, finally realizing her brother was awake. And that they’d shared the experience in a way they hadn’t before, either</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">. &lt;Xi…&gt;<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;don't… feel … obligated to stop on my account….&gt;</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
They were used to having the other present for this, but there was a new factor at play here. Still….</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she gave up trying to speak, and nodded.</span>