"Brother Harry… don't… mmm… no… don't… Uh-huh!~~~~Uh-huh!~~~~Uh-huh… Brother Harry… no… I… I can't… mm… can't do this… Hmm… Brother Harry… mmm… don't… it's too embarrassing for us… mm…"
The moment Harry's hand closed around her sensitive breast, Anya shuddered violently. Originally limp in his arms, lost in the kiss, she suddenly tensed, her breath quickening as she shyly pulled away from his lips.
Trembling, she reached to stop his wandering hand, her voice a flustered whisper, "Brother Harry... no... no... we... we can't do this... you... you have a wife... and... you're Ben's brother-in-law... I... this is so embarrassing... it... it scares me..."
[Anya's current state: panic, intoxicated, nervous, ashamed, afraid, enjoying, confused, euphoric, happy, throbbing, aroused]
