<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">It took a few moments, but Ayla smirked, before laughing a little, turning and looking at her brother, who was in the process of turning red. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Oh. yes. That… that doesn’t ever turn off. Its part of our little agreement…”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi literally wanted to crawl under his bed at that moment.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Yes. being intimate with another person means, really they’re being intimate, in a sense, with both of us. So if we don’t like or approve of the person the other one is seeing… things get awkward.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Or he just starts thinking about our dad shirtless and I loose all interest in sex for three months…”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“That was ONE TIME. and that guy was a jackass anyways. He left you because you wouldn’t sleep with him!”</span>