"But this is--" Embry's chest heaved with the rapid movement of his diaphragm and his eyes had almost rolled back under his lids. The little flicks of his sister's tongue that spiked his sensitive head with a sensation that had apparently required more upstanding girth. He had to wait a minute, though, he could not stress any sort of continuation to his prior thought at the rate at which his sister had been using her mouth.<br/><br/>"--T-This is<i>wrong</i>, though; this is..." Embry swallowed as his voice died down within his throat. He was getting so hot and yet as he clutched his bed's sheets and Anya's fluids ran down his shaft, he could only feel the tender shivering that one would experience firsthand in interaction with a squall.<br/>All of Embry's strength and muscle he could feel has sank into clothing, beneath his bones till he felt no resistance all was left had only been but a pit, an empty void his sister seemed to be filling. Though looking around the room at her two friends, something had told the boy that this void was going to be stuffed.<br/><br/>His eyes closed again as his body went limp, "--bad." He could only barely murmur with the raw attention Anya had been giving such a gentile area with the strongest muscle in her body that dwelled inside such a wet, hot orifice.