Incest Little sis Anjali

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Hi All

I don't know how to write a story.  I have been reading stories.  After reading stories written by Shailu (shailu4ever), I wanted try writing a story myself. 

This is my first time writing, it might be choppy and my English might not be as good as others, so please excuse me for all that and please go easy on me. 

It may be messy or bad, but please give it a try.

Prasanna




Little Sis Anjali




Forbidden Curiosity
 

The house was unnervingly quiet. Anjali sat curled on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the rain streak down the living room windows. 

At 18, she was supposed to be at her aunt's wedding reception, but the thought of spending hours answering the same questions about her studies and future marriage prospects had made her feign a headache.
 
Her brother Rohan, two years older at 20, had used a similar excuse. Now they were alone in the house for the first time in years, their parents having left that morning for the three-day journey to their ancestral village.
 
"Want to watch a movie?" Rohan called from the kitchen, returning with two bowls of samosas and glasses of mango lassi.
 
Anjali nodded, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she reached for the remote. "Something romantic," she suggested, her voice soft.
 
Rohan raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he settled beside her on the sofa. Close enough that their shoulders brushed, sending an unexpected warmth through Anjali's body. She shifted slightly, confused by the sensation.
 
They scrolled through the options, finally settling on a Bollywood romance known for its passionate scenes. As the movie played, they ate in comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on the plot or laughing at the dramatic moments.
 
Anjali found herself increasingly aware of Rohan's presence beside her, the way his arm brushed against hers when he reached for his glass, the deep rumble of his laugh, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the natural smell that was uniquely his. She pushed these thoughts away, blaming them on the movie's romantic atmosphere.
 
Then came the scene. The hero pulled the heroine into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. The camera lingered on their mouths, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Anjali felt her cheeks flush, a strange warmth spreading through her lower body.
 
Rohan shifted beside her, clearing his throat. "Intense scene," he commented, his voice slightly strained.
 
Anjali nodded, unable to speak. She watched as the scene continued, the hero's hands moving to cup the heroine's face, then sliding down her neck to her shoulders. Without thinking, Anjali found herself wondering what it would feel like to be kissed like that.
 
"Have you ever..." she began, then stopped, embarrassed.
 
"Ever what?" Rohan turned to look at her, and Anjali was struck by how handsome he was in the dim light of the living room, his dark eyes seeming to see right through her.
 
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" she finished in a rush, her cheeks burning.
 
Rohan hesitated, then shook his head. "No. You?"
 
Anjali shook her head, relieved they were in the same boat. "No."
 
They fell silent, the movie's romantic score filling the room. Anjali couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, about how it must feel. She glanced at Rohan, finding him already watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.
 
"Do you wonder what it feels like?" she asked softly.
 
Rohan nodded slowly. "Sometimes."
 

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Rohan swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Anjali's lips, full and slightly parted as she breathed unevenly.
 
The movie droned on in the background, but the world had narrowed to just the two of them on that sofa, the rain pattering like a conspiratorial whisper outside.
 
Rohan was 20 now, in his third year of BTech at the local university, excelling in both his rigorous coursework and the cricket team that kept him lean and toned at 5'10". He'd always been the responsible one, the only son of Sumathi and Madhav, their parents who doted on him and his younger sister in their quiet suburban neighborhood.
 
But lately, his thoughts had strayed far from studies and sports. For months, he'd been observing Anjali, not as a brother should, but with a hunger he couldn't suppress.
 
Anjali, at 18, had just started her degree program and was already turning heads as the university beauty. At 5'4", she was slim with a perfect hourglass figure that made her clothes cling in all the right ways.
 
Her perfect breasts were a standout, large and firm for her delicate frame, standing strong and proud beneath her simple dress, drawing eyes she pretended not to notice.
 
Rohan had caught himself staring at them more than once, especially now that their parents had left for the three-day family function in the ancestral village. It was the perfect opportunity he'd been waiting for, the house empty and echoing with possibility.
 
"Anju," he said finally, his voice low and rough, breaking the charged silence. He turned fully toward her, his knee pressing against her thigh. "Yeah, I wonder. A lot."
 
Her eyes widened, dark and shimmering in the TV's glow. She didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her lip, a gesture that sent a jolt straight through him. "What if... we found out? Just once. To know."
 
Rohan's heart hammered.
 
This was it, the line they'd both been toeing without words for a long time.
 
 

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The air thickened. Rohan swallowed. "We could... try? Just to see. Like, experimentally. No big deal, right? We're brother and sister, we trust each other."
 
Anjali's eyes widened, her fair skin turning crimson. "What? No, Rohan! That's... that's weird. We can't kiss. It's wrong."
 
"But just a quick one," he pleaded softly, turning to face her.
 
His hand hovered near hers on the couch. "Please? I'm curious too. No one else to try with. It'll be our secret."
 
She hesitated, glancing at the screen where the couple was now making out hungrily. A forbidden spark lit in her innocent eyes, fear mixed with intrigue. "I... no. What if it feels weird? We're family."
 
"One peck. That's all. Please, Anju? You are my sweet little sis. Don’t say no.  Please…." His voice was gentle, pleading, eyes locked on her perfect lips.
 
She fidgeted, her nipples faintly visible through her thin t-shirt as her breathing quickened. "Okay... just one tiny peck. But nothing more."
 
He reached out slowly, his hand trembling slightly as it cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her soft skin. She leaned into it, her breath hitching. Up close, he could see the faint freckles across her nose, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, those perfect breasts straining against the fabric.
 
"You're beautiful Anju, you know that?" he murmured, he could feel feeling the warmth of her body. "I've been thinking about this... about you…"
 
Anjali's flush deepened, but she didn't retreat. Her hand came up to rest on his chest, as a protective gesture.
 
He leaned in slowly, heart racing like thunder. Their faces inches apart, breaths mingling. Her scent, sweet vanilla shampoo, filled his nose. Their lips brushed, soft and tentative.
 
A spark shot through them both. It lasted two seconds, then she pulled back, gasping. "Oh... that was... tingly."
 
Rohan's cock twitched in his pants, but he hid it. "Yeah. Felt nice, right? Warmer than I thought."
 
She touched her lips, eyes wide with innocent wonder and a hint of fear. "A little. But we shouldn't do more. That's enough."
 
"Can we try again? A real kiss, like in the movie? Just lips closed. Please?" He scooted closer, his knee brushing her thigh.
 
"No, Rohan! It's already too much. What if Mom and Dad find out?" But her body betrayed her, leaning slightly toward him, curiosity burning.
 
"They won't. Please, sis? For me? I promise it stops whenever you say."
 
She bit her lip harder, her breasts rising with a deep breath.
 
"Fine... one more. But closed lips only."
 
This time, their mouths met softer, fuller.
 
Lips parting just a fraction. A soft "mmph" escaped her.
 
They held it longer, five seconds, ten. When they broke, both were flushed, breathing heavier.
 
"That... felt good," Anjali whispered, eyes glassy. "Like butterflies in my stomach. But scary. We can't keep going."
 

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Rohan couldn't stop now, his heart thundered in his chest like a storm matching the rain outside, every beat echoing the forbidden pulse of desire that had simmered for so long.
 
Anjali's lips were still tingling from their first innocent press, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body alive with a heat she'd never known.
 
He leaned in closer, his dark eyes pleading, hand resting lightly on her smooth, fair arm, skin like warm silk under his fingertips.
 
"Can we try a little further? Tongues? Like the movie? One try Anju? Please" Rohan begged, voice husky with need, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her arm that sent shivers racing up her spine.
 
Her heart hammered wildly, a treacherous warmth pooling low in her belly, twisting with guilt like thorns in velvet. "No! Tongues? That's making out. Brothers and sisters don't do that," she protested weakly, even as her traitorous body leaned toward him, nipples tightening into hard peaks against the thin fabric of her dress.
 
"Please? It'll feel amazing, I bet. You're so beautiful, Anjali. Just once." His fingers trailed higher, innocently feather-light, igniting sparks that made her thighs clench.
 
She shivered violently at the touch, her mind screaming wrong, he's your own brother, but her body betrayed her with a rush of slick heat between her legs.
 
After a long, agonizing pause, her resolve crumbled. "Okay... quick tongue touch. Then stop. Promise."
 
Their lips met again, soft and open now, a gateway to sin. Rohan groaned low in his throat as he captured her full lower lip between his teeth first, gently nipping, then sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth.
 
He savored her taste, plump and plush like ripe mango, faintly sweet from the lassi they'd shared, with an underlying nectar that was purely Anjali, warm, floral, intoxicating.
 
His tongue lapped at it languidly, drawing it deeper, swirling around the tender flesh until she whimpered, her hands fisting the couch cushions.
 
Emboldened, he released her lip with a soft pop, only to claim her upper one next, sucking greedily, tongue flicking the seam where it met her mouth. Saliva glistened on her skin, mixing their essences.
 
Anjali's head spun, guilt clawed at her chest (this is Rohan, my own blood), but the thrill overpowered it, electric fire shooting straight to her core, making her perfect breasts ache as they heaved with each ragged breath.
 
 
 

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Their tongues finally met, tentative at first, hers darting out shyly, soft and velvety like the smoothest silk.
 
Rohan's was bolder, bolder, coiling around it in a slow, sensual dance.
 
He tasted her fully now, the candy-sweet tang of her mouth, a hint of spice from the samosas lingering on her breath, and that addictive, musky undertone of arousal blooming between them.
 
She was honeyed nectar, warm and yielding, her tongue trembling as it explored his in return, flicking, tasting his saltier flavor, the faint bitterness of his own lassi-laced saliva, masculine and heady.
 
The kiss deepened into something primal, sloppy with newfound hunger.
 
Tongues tangled in wet, swirling thrusts, hers retreating playfully only for him to chase, sucking it deep into his mouth where he could ravage it fully, lips sealed tight around hers.
 
He alternated, taking her entire mouth now,  lips bruised and swollen from his possession, tongues sliding in rhythmic glides that mimicked more intimate rhythms.
 
Saliva trailed from the corners of their mouths, dripping down her chin as she moaned into his mouth, faint at first, then desperate, her body arching instinctively.
 
Fear and ecstasy warred in her soul, This is my brother, god, his tongue feels so good inside me, filling my mouth like I wish he'd fill... no, stop thinking that. But at her age of 18, she couldn't; the erotic suction, the lewd wet sounds filling the room, had her grinding subtly against the sofa, clit throbbing.
 
They devoured each other for what felt like eternity, a full three minutes of unbroken, sensuous worship.
 
Rohan's free hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her steady as he tilted her head for deeper access, tongue plunging in teasing strokes that made her gasp and suckle back greedily.
 
Emotions crashed like waves,  his possessive awe (finally tasting her, my perfect little sister).
 
Her guilty surrender (wrong but so right, I need more of my brother).
 
Strings of thick saliva connected their lips when they finally pulled back, panting, lips shiny and reddened, chins slick.
 
"Wow," Rohan rasped, eyes dark with lust, staring at her swollen mouth like it was his new addiction. "Your tongue's so soft, so sweet, like candy melting on mine. Did it feel good? Tell me."
 
She nodded shyly, cheeks flaming, nipples straining visibly against her shirt, betraying her arousal. "Yeah... really good. Too good. My heart's pounding like crazy, Rohan. But we have to stop now."
 
 
 
 
 

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His hand, bold now, slid to her thigh, resting innocently at first, fingers splayed over the firm muscle beneath her leggings, inches from the damp heat radiating from her core. "Can I... touch your hair? It's so pretty, falling like that."

 
She didn't pull away, her body humming. "Okay... but hands stay there."
 
He stroked her silky dark waves, fingers threading through the luxurious strands that cascaded like midnight silk over her shoulders, inhaling the faint floral scent of her shampoo mixed with the musky arousal now heavy in the air. "What about your cheek? Can I touch it?" she whispered, her voice breathy, eyes half-lidded with lingering heat from their erotic kiss.
 
Without waiting for a full response, Rohan’s hand trailed from her hair to her flushed cheek, his thumb wiping a stray bead of their shared saliva with deliberate slowness, savoring the slick warmth. She sighed deeply, melting under the caress, her body softening like wax under flame, eyelids fluttering as forbidden tingles radiated from his touch.
 
Emboldened by the intimacy, her fingers reached up tentatively, tracing his strong jaw, feeling the faint stubble, the pulse beating wildly beneath her fingertips, sparking the next inevitable step in their descent into temptation.
 
"Yes, touch my cheeks," she murmured, granting permission with a shy nod, her heart pounding anew. Rohan’s palm cupped her perfectly sculpted cheek, exploring its satin smoothness, warm, blushing rose under his exploration. His fingers fanned out, mapping every curve, from the high apple of her cheekbone down to the delicate hollow, brushing the corner of her still-swollen lips where their saliva lingered sweetly.
 
Slowly, sensuously, his hand glided higher to her delicate ears, thumb tracing the soft lobe, then dipping into the hidden shell, eliciting a shiver that made her D-cup breasts quiver beneath her kurti. "Rohan..." she breathed, half-protest, half-plea, as his touch sent sparks skittering down her spine.
 
Undeterred, his fingers slipped to the back side of her neck, massaging the sensitive nape with firm, circular strokes, nails grazing lightly, unraveling knots of tension and guilt alike. Her head tilted instinctively, exposing more skin, a soft moan escaping as waves of pleasure pooled low in her belly.
 
Emboldened further, his hand curved around to the front of her neck, palm flat against her throbbing pulse, feeling her racing heartbeat like a drum of surrender. Thumb stroked the supple column, dipping into the hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin with a feather-light press of lips there later, but for now, just possessing.
 
Then, agonizingly slow, his hand began its descent, trailing fire down her collarbone, skirting the neckline of her kurti, fingers brushing the upper swell of her cleavage. The firm, proud C (maybe D he could not guess properly) cups rose to meet him, soft yet unyielding, the valley between them a shadowed promise of deeper sins.
 
She gasped sharply, her hand shooting up to hold his wrist firmly, stopping him just at the edge. "Stop there," she panted, voice trembling with a cocktail of fear, desire, and resolve, her nipples straining visibly against the fabric, betraying how close she was to letting go. "Not yet... we can't go further. Please."
 
Rohan froze, eyes locked on her heaving chest, breath ragged, but he nodded, hand lingering in her grip like a tether to the precipice they teetered on. The air crackled with unspent hunger, the rain their only witness.
 
 
 

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Rohan felt a pang of disappointment twist in his gut, but he turned to her again with eyes full of earnest longing, his voice dropping to a soft, coaxing whisper as he pleaded, "Please, Anju darling? One more kiss, with closed eyes? Like practice."
 
An angry glare flashed across her face, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier intimacies, and she snapped back at him with a mix of frustration and hidden thrill, "No! You're obsessed. Pushy brother! Go to your room." She paused the movie abruptly with a sharp click of the remote, standing up agitatedly from the sofa, her perfect ass swaying hypnotically in the tight leggings that hugged her slim curves like a second skin. Internally, turmoil raged, Why does his begging make me so wet? Stop it, Anjali, this is insane.
 
He stood too, his movements gentle and conciliatory, approaching her with open palms to show he meant no harm, and murmured sincerely, "Sorry. Don't be mad. I like being close to you. Sit? No kiss." Before she could fully protest, he pulled her into an apology hug, his strong arms wrapping securely around her shoulders, drawing her body flush against his so that her firm D-cup breasts smooshed softly against his chest, the yielding warmth of them pressing through her kurti and sending an illicit spark through both of them. She melted slightly into the embrace despite herself, hugging him back tentatively, her cheek nuzzling his shoulder as she mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, "You're annoying."
 
They sat back down on the couch together, the tension simmering like embers under ash, and she rested her head on his broad shoulder, the movie resuming its romantic hum in the background as twenty minutes passed in charged silence, their breaths syncing unconsciously while the rain continued its relentless tattoo against the windows.
 
"Anju…" he finally breathed, breaking the quiet with a husky undertone that betrayed his unresolved hunger.
 
"Mmm…" she hummed lazily, not lifting her head, though her pulse quickened at the sound of her nickname on his lips.
 
"Just one more little kiss… Just like we see in the movie," he whispered hotly into her ear, his breath fanning her skin and stirring fresh goosebumps.
 
She sat up straight in an instant, shoving his chest with both hands, her voice firm but laced with wavering resolve as she declared, "Rohan! No! We already had enough. This is all boyfriend stuff. Not siblings! I'm serious, stop asking or I'm going upstairs." Fear spiked through her veins like ice, the rational part of her mind screaming warnings, If we do more, we can't stop, yet beneath it, curiosity burned hot, her pussy lips swelling subtly with arousal, her panties growing damp and clinging to her slick folds.
 
"Please? Don’t go upstairs, don’t be upset. Just curious. Won't tell. Love you, sis," he countered softly, his eyes wide and imploring, launching into five minutes of back-and-forth pleading that wore down her defenses like waves on a shore.
 

"Please?"
 
"No."
 
"Please?"
 
"No!"
 
"One second Andu? Please"
 

Each exchange heightening the electric tension until she sighed dramatically, her resistance crumbling under the weight of her own forbidden yearning.
 
"God, you're persistent. OK, one last time. Then dinner. No more discussions"
 
They leaned in again for the kiss.
 
This kiss became the best one so far, an explosion of pent-up passion that eclipsed all that came before as their lips met open and hungry, no hesitation now, Rohan's mouth claiming hers with a possessive fervor that made her toes curl.
 
He started by sucking her full lower lip deep into the wet cavern of his mouth, tongue lavishing it with long, languid strokes, and tasting again the sweet, mango-lassi residue blended with her natural nectar, plump, juicy, and utterly addictive, like forbidden fruit ripening under his attention.
 
She responded instinctively, her velvet-soft tongue shyly licking his in tentative flicks at first, exploring the textured warmth of his mouth, savoring the saltier, masculine edge of his saliva mingled with faint spice from their snacks.
 
Sensuous swirls evolved into a full, erotic tangle, their tongues dueling in slick, rhythmic thrusts, hers dancing lightly, teasing the roof of his mouth before retreating, only for him to pursue and capture it fully, sucking greedily as saliva mixed sweetly between them, dripping in glistening strands from the sealed union of their lips.
 
He alternated devouring her upper lip next, nipping gently then soothing with broad laps, while his hand cradled the back of her head to angle her deeper, allowing several minutes to stretch into blissful eternity of wet, slurping exploration.
 
Her hand clutched his shirt desperately, fingers twisting the fabric as a deep moan vibrated from her throat into his mouth, the sound raw and primal, igniting her body like wildfire, nipples aching into diamond-hard peaks that scbangd deliciously against her kurti, clit pulsing with insistent throbs that had her thighs squeezing together against the mounting flood of wetness.
 
Emotions swirled in the maelstrom,  guilt flickering like distant lightning, overshadowed by scorching thrill and the terrifying realization of how perfectly their mouths fit, how his taste lingered on her tongue like a drug. They broke apart finally, gasping for air, foreheads pressed together, lips bruised and shiny with their combined essence.
 
"Holy... that felt electric. Stomach flipping. Tongue's weird but good. No more tonight," she confessed breathlessly, her voice husky, eyes glazed with the forbidden fire that now raged scary hot within her.
 
Rohan was hard as rock beneath his jeans, the thick bulge straining painfully as he shifted to hide it, but his voice came out reverent and awed. "Amazing. Your tongue dances like nothing else." His hand then stroked her arm sensuously, fingers tracing the fair, flawless skin from elbow to wrist in slow, hypnotic patterns that promised the night was far from over.
 
 
 
 
 

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Anjali's breath hitched as their tongues parted from that electric kiss, her full lips glistening with shared saliva, body humming with a new, confusing heat low in her belly.
 
She leaned back against the couch cushions, her long dark hair tousled, big breasts heaving gently under the t-shirt that now clung slightly from the warmth they'd generated.
 
Her fair skin was flushed from neck up, innocent eyes half-lidded with a cocktail of wonder, arousal, and nagging guilt.
 
His tongue felt so good... slippery, warm. But he's my brother, stop before it gets worse.
 
Rohan watched her, mesmerized, his cock straining painfully against his pants, but is trying hard to keep himself cool, voice husky-soft. "That was incredible, Anju. Your mouth... perfect." His hand lingered on her arm, thumb tracing lazy circles on her silky skin.
 
She swatted it away lightly, giggling nervously to break the tension, though her thighs rubbed together subtly, chasing the ache. "Shh, don't say that. It's embarrassing." The movie droned on in the background, some comedic relief scene, but neither paid attention anymore. Minutes ticked by in cozy silence, her head resting back on his shoulder, their bodies angled close, knees touching.
 
Emboldened by her non-retreat, Rohan leaned in, lips hovering near her ear. "Can I... kiss your neck? Just softly, like in the movie. Please?"
 
Anjali stiffened, a spark of anger flashing as she turned her head. "No way, Rohan! That's too intimate—tickles and way too... couple-y." She shoved his chest playfully but firmly, her palm lingering a second too long on his firm torso, feeling his heartbeat. A giggle escaped despite herself, lightening the push. Tickles? Yeah, but what if it feels like the kiss? No, dangerous.
 
He didn't press immediately, respecting the shove, instead wrapping an arm around her shoulders innocently.
 
"Okay, sorry. No neck." Five minutes passed,
 
His fingers idly playing with a strand of her hair. The oven timer beeped faintly from the kitchen, they'd popped in frozen pizzas earlier, the cheesy aroma starting to waft in. But he tried again, voice a gentle whisper. "Please, sis? Just one little peck on your neck. I'm dying to know how your skin tastes there."
 
She rolled her eyes, swatting his hand from her hair. "No! Please No! We're not doing more, movie's almost over. Once it is done, we will have our dinner and sleep" Another pause, her body betraying with goosebumps at the thought. The hero on screen kissed the heroine's neck; she bit her lip.

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Rohan's pleading turned rhythmic, soft.
 
"Please?" A beat.
 
"Pretty please? Your neck's so pretty and fair."
 
Another. "For your curious lovely brother? One second."
 
"No! Please… Stop begging!"
 
"Just lips, no suck."
 
Her resistance melted under the innocent onslaught, curiosity and that forbidden pull winning. "Ugh, fine… one tiny peck on the neck. Eyes closed."
 
He moved slow as molasses, tilting her head gently with a finger under her chin. His lips brushed the tender spot just below her ear, warm, feather-soft. Then a gentle, lingering press.
 
Anjali squealed softly, a shiver racing down her spine like electricity, goosebumps prickling her arms and thighs clenching involuntarily.
 
"Rohan... ohhh... that sends shivers everywhere. Feels so naughty and good at once." Fear twisted with delight, wrong, but her pussy throbbed wetly now.
 
Emboldened, he added the tiniest suck, pulling back quick. She didn't protest, instead turning to him with sparkling eyes, curiosity ablaze.
 
"My turn?" Without waiting, her lips found his neck, soft nibbles trailing to his collarbone. Innocent, exploratory, her breath hot, teeth grazing lightly.
 
Rohan groaned low, his hand sliding to her lower back, pulling her closer.
 
Hands roamed naturally now, over clothes only.
 
His hand moved down to her sides, thumbs brushing her ribcage. Accidentally… (or not) his palm grazed the outer swell of her big breast.


 
"Hey!" she gasped, swatting but laughing breathlessly, no real anger, just flustered heat. "Watch those hands, perv… I said NO" His touch... sparks straight to my nipples. Hard already.
 
Cuddle deepened organically: She swung her legs over his lap, facing him sideways, her curvy thigh pressing his growing bulge unknowingly. His hand rested high on that thigh, fingers inches from her shorts' hem, tracing sensuous patterns.
 
The air thick with pizza scent and their budding erotic tension, movie credits rolling forgotten.
 
Oven timer blared insistently. "Pizza!" Anjali laughed, sliding off but lingering close, flushed and disheveled. They moved to the kitchen, plates steaming with gooey cheese and chicken, just the two of them at the small table, fairy lights twinkling outside.
 
Started their dinner,  Sensuous and Playful
Anjali took a bite, moaning at the meltiness. "Mmm... perfect."
 
Rohan watched her lips wrap around the slice, his cock twitching at the sight. "Here, try this," he said, tearing off a cheesy bit, holding it to her mouth.
 
She eyed it suspiciously, smirking. "Feed myself, thanks." But his finger brushed her lower lip accidentally, smearing sauce, sending a jolt. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, licking it.
 
"Let me? Please?" Rohan pleaded, eyes locked on her mouth. "Like in movies… romantic."
 
She responded immediately.  "No, weirdo. No romance between siblings. Do it yourself." She pulled back, but giggle betrayed interest, her lips parting slightly, sauce glistening sensuously.
 
"Please, Anju cutie? One bite. Your lips look so kissable." Persistent whisper, leaning in.
 
He fed her slowly, finger lingering on her plump lip, sliding the pizza in. Her teeth grazed his fingertip, tongue brushing it clean. Electric, her mouth warm, wet. "Mmm," she hummed around it, eyes fluttering.
 
"Your turn, feed me," he begged instantly, mouth open playfully.
 
She hesitated, fork hovering. "No way! That's too flirty." Shook head, but sauce on her fingers tempted.
 
"Please? C'mon, fair's fair. "
 
"Ugh, okay… "
 
She scooped cheese, fed him, her finger entering his mouth. Rohan held it gently with lips, sucking slowly, tongue swirling her skin clean, eyes locked intense. Sensuous suction, soft hum. Anjali gasped softly, pulling back with a yank, face burning, pussy clenching at the erotic pull.
 
His mouth... sucking like that. Feels dirty-good.
 
"Rohan! Let us stop this… We came too far…"
 
But stil, they continued like this, alternating feeds, fingers touching lips repeatedly, sucks turning playful-erotic, laughs mixing moans.
 
Pizza devoured amid blushes.
 
"Fun secret night, stop it bro, I don’t think this is right…" she whispered. 

Fear simmered, but cozy desire bloomed.
 
 
 
 
 

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Hi Everyone,

 
As I mentioned earlier, I’m really inspired by Shailu, and I’m trying to emulate her writing style because I really admire it. I’m doing my best to capture that, so please let me know if I’m getting it right or if I’m off track.
 
That’s all for today. I’d love to hear your thoughts!
 
After seeing Shailu’s experience, I don’t think anyone of you will respond, but hey, I just tried to write like my favorite author.
 
Prasanna

[shailu4ever]

Hi Prasanna,
 
Thank you for your compliments, it really means a lot to hear that my writing inspired you to start your own story.
 
I had a chance to read your story so far, and I genuinely think you’re off to a strong start. The flow works well, and your attention to detail is already coming through nicely.
 
You’re definitely moving in the right direction.
 
That said, one small suggestion: instead of trying too hard to emulate my style, focus on developing your own voice.
 
Inspiration is a great starting point, but what will truly make your writing stand out is your own perspective and rhythm.
 
You’ll naturally evolve a style that feels authentic to you.
 
Please keep writing and sharing your work, I’d be happy to read more as you continue.
 
All the best,
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 

[prasannas2001]

Hi Prasanna,
 
Thank you for your compliments, it really means a lot to hear that my writing inspired you to start your own story.
 
I had a chance to read your story so far, and I genuinely think you’re off to a strong start. The flow works well, and your attention to detail is already coming through nicely.
 
You’re definitely moving in the right direction.
 
That said, one small suggestion: instead of trying too hard to emulate my style, focus on developing your own voice.
 
Inspiration is a great starting point, but what will truly make your writing stand out is your own perspective and rhythm.
 
You’ll naturally evolve a style that feels authentic to you.
 
Please keep writing and sharing your work, I’d be happy to read more as you continue.
 
All the best,
 
With warm regards
 
-- Shailu
 

Hi Shailu

Thank you for your compliments.  Sure, I will follow your suggestions. 

Prasanna

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I will be posting some image of Anjali. 

All the images I am going post here are generated by AI. Any similarity to any real person is a complete coincidence. I am not taking intended to post any real person images here. 

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Anjali

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Anjali

In off-the-shoulder top.

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Thank you Sir.  Really appreciate your support

[prasannas2001]

Cute

[prasannas2001]

Anjali @ the dinning table