<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi’s face flushed a little, setting his plate down. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“All of it. I woke up around the time you started….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he glanced at his sister for a moment. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“When you started eating her out… It was almost as though i could feel your lips and tongue on me, instead of faint feelings from her.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he finished, feeling slightly uncomfortable discussing this over food. But that feeling was starting to go away. If there was any two people with whom he could have such candid conversations with, it was the two of them.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I think… not as to why the connection was stronger, but how we feel about it…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> Ayla clarified, moving onto Lucian’s other question.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I think it's different, because we’re both… with the same person. If I was with someone he wasn’t interested in, or vice versa, it might have been far more awkward. Although…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she looked over at her brother.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I could feel his arousal as well. Each time, it's part of what was sending me over the edge so quickly.”</span>