Incest Little sis Anjali

[xavierrxx]

Simply awesome

[prasannas2001]

Honey, don't you think my mangoes are better than these mangoes?

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Seriously, have a close look and tell me, which ones you like Bhayya

[Beautyajitha2]

Seriously, have a close look and tell me, which ones you like Bhayya

I will buy the left one. But will it come juice like this...?

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Anjali and Rohan

[Rakul1985]

Anjali and Rohan

Bro instead use real pictures. AI can't give the same high.

[Supercunt]

Cool update and pics. Try to add pics along with the story.

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Still entwined on the living room couch at 4:00 PM, the echoes of their spontaneous climax lingered like a sultry fog.
 
Anjali's slender hourglass figure was flushed, her tank top askew, exposing one pert nipple that Rohan lazily circled with his thumb.
 
His cum streaked her abdomen beneath her shorts, warm and sticky, a tangible reminder of their raw connection.
 
She straddled his lap, her wet pussy still pulsing from the grind against his throbbing cock, now softening but twitching at the slightest shift.
 
Rohan's hands roamed possessively, one kneading her ass cheek, the other tracing her spine, sending shivers through her.
 
God, Anju's body is addictive, soft curves, that heat between her legs.
 
But I need inside...
 
Neethu could be the lock, my key opens tonight.
 
Rohan’s eyes, which had been tracing the pattern of light on the ceiling, snapped to hers.
 
A slow, calculating smile spread across his face.
 
The idea, born from a place of frustrated desire and new-found audacity, crystallized in his mind instantly.
 
He had pushed, pleaded, even tried to gently to breach Anju with his hardness pressed against her slick, and even enter the tip of his into her, resisting entrance earlier.
 
Each time, her gentle but firm no had been a barrier he couldn’t cross.
 
She is my sister, she’d whispered, her body trembling with equal parts fear and a strange, protective love.
 
The denial had left him aching, a deep, primal hunger unsatisfied.
 
But Neethu… Neethu was a friend.
 
An innocent, pretty girl who visited often. An outsider.
 
He'd seen Neethu before, Anjali's classmate, dropping by a few times for study sessions.
 
18 years old, she was a stunning beauty even then: fair skin glowing like porcelain, an excellent body toned from college sports and dance.
 
Decently big breasts perky and teasing under her tops, and those very attractive big eyes, dark, expressive pools that sparkled with mischief.
 
Very talkative, the ultimate college sweetheart, always laughing, sharing gossip, drawing people in with her bubbly energy.
 
What if... The idea ignited like wildfire, taboo temptation flooding his veins.

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He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, soap and arousal.
 
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.
 
“Anju… listen.” His hand found her knee, a touch that was now familiar, charged.
 
“We’re alone. We’ve… explored. But you won’t let me… go all the way. You said no.” He paused, letting the weight of that refusal hang between them. “But Neethu… she’s coming. Just us. The house is empty.”
 
Anju’s eyes widened. “What are you saying?”
 
“I’m saying,” he breathed, his fingers tracing a slow circle on her thigh.
 
“We could… show her what we’ve learned. Together. We could… seduce her. Slowly. Make her want it. Make her ask for it.”
 
The words were outrageous, a fantasy spun from the raw threads of their own awakening.
 
“What if you ask her to stay the night? Sleepover, like when you were kids.”
 
“We've got the house..., just imagine, what we three can make.”
 
“We can make it unforgettable.”
 
 
 
“You could help me. You know how it feels now. You know what touches… what kisses… work. We could give her that. And I could… finally…”
 
He didn’t finish, but the implication was clear. He could finally experience penetration, the ultimate joining, with someone who wasn’t his sister.
 
 
 
She gasped, hips rocking instinctively.
 
Anju’s initial reaction was a sharp, instinctive recoil.
 
Anjali's breath hitched as his finger circled her clit slowly, sensuous pressure building fresh wetness.
 
Internal turmoil swirled inside her.
 
My best friend? Sharing Rohan? No... but his touch...
 
That desperation in his eyes.
 
"Rohan, you're crazy," she murmured, grinding down, her hand stroking his semi-hard shaft through his open fly.
 
"No! Rohan, that’s… that’s wrong! Neethu's just dropping by, notes or something. I won't reveal us. And stop thinking of her? She's my friend. She’s innocent!"
 
 “We were innocent too, Anju,” he countered, his voice soft but relentless.
 
“Just yesterday, just a day back, we were innocent. And now… now we know… we know so much. We could give her that discovery. Together. You and me. A secret… a gift.”
 
His hand moved higher, cupping the side of her face, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

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Anjali

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Anjali

Wonderful pictures.   Thank you. I am also following your suggestion. No bold words.

[raghuram9]

great narration

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Rohan is preparing Anjali, so that he can ask her help to seduce  Neetu

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“You liked what we did. You liked my mouth on you. You liked taking me in your mouth. It was beautiful. Let’s make something beautiful for her too.”
 
The argument twisted inside her.
 
The memory of his tongue circling her clit, the shivering, climbing pleasure that had made her cry out into his hair… it was a potent lure.
 
The idea of sharing that power, of being the guide instead of the novice, held a dark, thrilling appeal.
 
And beneath it all, a quieter, more complicated thread: if he did this with Neethu, the pressure on her would ease. The terrifying line she had drawn would remain intact.
 
She looked away, her conflict visible in the tense line of her jaw. “I… I don’t know.”
 
He pressed his advantage, his lips grazing her ear. “We’ll be gentle. We’ll be slow. Like we were. One touch after another. Kiss after kiss. We’ll make sure she wants it. We won’t force anything. It’ll just… happen. Like it did for us.”
 
He captured her lips in a deep, devouring kiss, tongue mimicking what he craved elsewhere, while two fingers now slid shallowly into her pussy, curling to hit that spot.
 
She moaned into his mouth, breaking away.
 
"Think about it," he urged, free hand pushing up her tank to suckle her nipple, teeth grazing.
 
"After today, tasting you, your mouth on me, my cock kissing your pussy lips... pushing my cock head in your sweet pussy, tiny bit...”
 
“I really need to put my cock in a pussy.  I can't resist. I need to enter a pussy, feel those walls grip me fully.”
 
“Squeeze every inch. You're denying me, Anju, help me, my sweet darling. We seduce her slowly, beautifully.”
 
“Her stunning beauty, that fair skin, excellent body, decently big breasts begging to bounce, those very attractive big eyes that sparkle when she talks.”
 
“College sweetheart, so talkative... imagine her moans.”
 
“Imagine my cock entering her pussy… Slowly and slowly it breaks her virginity…”
 
“You can see how your friend lose her virginity. You can help me to tear her layers”

[Rakul1985]

Hmmm. Anjali should say fuck me first before you take Neethu.

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Arousal reignited, Anjali's resistance melted under his assault, fingers pumping rhythmically, thumb on clit.
 
He's right...
 
that tip inside me was heaven.
 
But I don’t want to lose my virginity.
 
Neethu acts like she is very good girl.
 
Yes, this is my opportunity to make her lose her virginity before mine.
 
I want Rohan to fuck her in front of my eyes.
 
I want to see how that bitch moan under my bro.
 
 "No... maybe... oh god," she whimpered, walls clenching.
 
"You're playing dirty."
 
"Exactly," he growled, flipping her onto her back on the couch, hovering over her.
 
He peeled off her tank fully, lavishing both breasts with kisses, tongue swirling areolas, sucking until they ached.
 
“I have seen her act very reserved in the college.”
 
“But if you help, we can seduce together. She accepts because you make it irresistible.”
 
“Finally... my cock can find her cute little pussy for tonight.”
 
“Else, I may try your pussy again tonight.  What do you say?  Yes?" His cock, hardening again, nudged her thigh.
 
Minutes passed, filled only with the clock’s ticking and the heavy silence of consideration.
 
Finally, Anju turned back to him.
 
Her eyes held a resigned, nervous spark. “Okay,” she whispered, the word almost lost. “Okay. But… slowly. And if she says no, even once, we stop. Immediately.”
 
Rohan’s smile was triumphant. “Of course.” He kissed her forehead, a brotherly gesture now layered with something far more complex. “We have an hour. Let’s plan.”
 
She nodded, turning back to him and pulling him down.
 
"Fine, I accept. How? Make it foolproof. Tell me how we can do that. Detailed and exciting. While you play with me." Her eyes gleamed with taboo excitement, hand guiding his to her core.
 
Rohan grinned triumphantly, shedding his tee for skin-on-skin, his mouth trailing fire down her body.
 
“We will do it in Phases sweetheart. I don’t want her to doubt us at any moment.”
 
“Phase One: Our lovely Neetu arrives at 5 PM.”

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