Incest Little sis Anjali

[Rakul1985]

Has it slowed down ?

[Beautyajitha2]

Will pussy look like this...?

[prasannas2001]

[Supercunt]

Waiting!!

[prasannas2001]

[prasannas2001]

Hi every one, I am extremely sorry, I had to go out of station, that is why I could not give you any updates, I am back now, I am going to send you a few updates today and tomorrow.

[prasannas2001]

Phase 1 of the Master Plan to Seduce of Neetu: Anjali’s friend
 

The doorbell rang sharply at precisely 5:00 PM, slicing through the charged afterglow on the living room couch where Anjali and Rohan eagerly waiting for Neetu. They just finished refreshing and expecting Neetu any minute.
 
The excitement from the meticulously planned seduction they had just finalized is clearly visible in their faces.
 
Rohan reacted first, pulling on his t-shirt properly with a wicked grin as he adjusted his jeans over his lingering semi-hardness.
 
Yes, he is getting hard thinking about the beautiful collage sweetheart Neetu, and he whispered to Anjali, "That's her, stay casual, I'll handle the door so we don't overwhelm her right away."
 
Anjali nodded, quickly straightening her tank top and shorts while smoothing her hair, her heart racing with a mix of taboo anticipation and nervous excitement as she watched him stride confidently to the entrance.
 
Rohan swung the door open, and there stood Neetu, looking astonishing in a form-fitting black kurti that hugged her excellent body perfectly.
 
The fabric dbanging elegantly over her perfect breasts and flaring slightly at her hips to accentuate her toned curves, complemented by light makeup that enhanced her fair skin.
 
Her light makeup made her very attractive big eyes pop with an innocent yet captivating allure. Her wonderful features, high cheekbones, full lips curved in a friendly smile, and long dark hair cascading loosely, radiating the effortless charm of the college sweetheart everyone adored.
 
"Hi, is Anjali home?" Neetu asked brightly, her talkative energy already bubbling as she shifted her small bag containing whatever notes she had brought.
 
"Yes, she is in, come on in," Rohan replied smoothly with a polite smile, stepping aside to let her enter without lingering too long in the doorway. He is being careful not to make her feel crowded by his presence just yet.
 
Neetu thanked him with a quick nod and those sparkling big eyes, slipping off her sandals as she crossed the threshold into the familiar living room.

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Anjali emerged from the couch area at that moment, her face lighting up with genuine warmth as she rushed forward for a quick hug.
 
"Neetu! You made it, I've been dying for some catch-up time," Anjali exclaimed, pulling back to admire her friend's outfit. "You look stunning in that kurti, seriously, where did you get it?"
 
Neetu laughed, her talkative nature kicking in immediately as she followed Anjali to the couch, settling cross-legged on one end while Anjali took the middle cushion.
 
"Thanks, Anju, it's from that boutique near campus, super comfy for evenings like this. So, your parents really dipped for the whole weekend? Lucky you, my house is chaos with my uncle’s family visiting."
 
Their conversation flowed effortlessly from there, casual and girly, covering college gossip about that cute guy in their econ class who finally asked someone out, the latest drama with their mutual friends.
 
Neetu handed over the promised notes with a dramatic flourish. "Here, saved your butt on that chapter, don't say I never do anything for you,"
 
Neetu teased, her big eyes twinkling with mischief.
 
Rohan, true to the plan, had quietly excused himself moments after letting her in, murmuring something about grabbing drinks from the kitchen before slipping upstairs to his room to give them some privacy, not wanting to make Neetu uncomfortable right away by hovering like an overeager host.
 
From his cracked door, he listened with a thrill, heart pounding at the sound of her melodic voice filling the house.
 
Anticipation of this astonishing beauty under him tonight is something he is not letting him to sit anywhere properly.
 
Downstairs, the two girls chatted animatedly for a good twenty minutes, munching on the snacks Anjali pulled out, crispy chips and fresh mango slices, while lounging deeper into the couch cushions, the atmosphere relaxed and intimate as old friends.
 
Finally, after a lull in the laughter, Anjali seized the moment with feigned casualness, leaning in conspiratorially.
 
"Hey, since you're already here and my parents won't be back till late tomorrow, why don't you just stay for a sleepover? Like old times, movies, pillow fights, all-night gossip. It'll be fun, and you won't have to brave the traffic home."
 
Neetu paused, her fair-skinned cheeks flushing slightly as she considered it, those hypnotic big eyes flickering with hesitation before her smile widened. "You know what? That actually sounds perfect, let me text my fam. Sleepover it is!"
 
Rohan's pulse quickened upstairs, his heart skipped several beats. He is in cloud 9 with his plans and anticipation.
 
Phase One of plan to seduce Neetu has completed successfully.
 

[Rakul1985]

Hmmm.
Use real picture for real feel.

[Rakul1985]

Where did writer disappear?

[prasannas2001]

Hi All

My apologies to you all. There have been some issues in our family. So, I could not write much. I will continue this now.

Thank you for your patience and cooperation.

[prasannas2001]

Phase 2 of Seducing of Neetu: Making her feel comfortable
 
Neetu quickly fired off a text to her family confirming the sleepover, her fingers flying over the screen as she sank into the couch cushions with a contented sigh.
 
The familiar comfort of Anjali’s home always put her at ease, dim lighting, soft throws, and that subtle mix of scent from Anjali’s candles and the faint sweetness from the kitchen.
 
Anjali caught Neetu settling in and grinned.
 
“Perfect. Now that you’re comfortable, we should kick off the evening properly. How about we dim the lights, queue a movie, and just chill? Rohan’s still upstairs, so we’ve got space.”
 
“Sure,” Neetu said, stretching slightly, feeling a small thrill of anticipation at the thought of a cozy night in. “Something light and fun?”
 
“Exactly,” Anjali said, picking up the remote.
 
“Something fun and flirty. Guilty pleasure territory. And we can pause whenever for snacks.”
 
She tossed a soft throw over their laps, and the TV cast a gentle glow over the living room, making everything feel cozy and private.
 
As the opening credits rolled, the friends immediately slipped into their usual rhythm, commenting on predictably cheesy moments, laughing over exaggerated romance clichés, and whispering about which characters reminded them of college crushes.
 
The familiarity between them made the room feel warm and safe.
 
About fifteen minutes in, the stairs creaked.
 
Rohan appeared, carrying a tray with chilled mango lassi glasses and a bowl of chocolate-dipped strawberries.
 
“Can I join you guys for the movie? As a bribe, here are refreshments,” he said casually, setting the tray on the coffee table.
 
He handed Neetu her drink first, his movements polite and deliberate, then chose the armchair across from them, leaving them space and signaling he wasn’t trying to crowd anyone.
 
Neetu smiled, her fingers brushing the glass lightly.
 
“Thanks, Rohan. This is really good… much better than my usual soda.” She felt a small spark of amusement at how thoughtfully he’d brought it.
 
Rohan offered a relaxed smile.
 
“Glad you like it. Anjali said you were joining for a movie night, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring a little something.”

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As the movie continued, Rohan dimmed the lights. The room became a cocoon of shadows and soft light from the television.
 
They watched, the siblings hyper-aware of every shift in posture, every shared laugh. Rohan, watching Neetu more than he was watching the movie.
 
His heart is racing with anticipation that he is going to have Neetu that day. Kiss those beautiful lips. Take her cloths one by one and play with her body. The thought itself is not letting him control his emotions. His heart racing faster than the chase in the movie.
 
Anju, on the other side, watched her friend’s reactions, her own body tight with anticipation as well.
 
When a kissing scene unfolded on screen, the hero and heroine in a slow, passionate embrace, Rohan glanced at Neethu.
 
Her attention was on the movie, but a faint blush had touched her cheeks. Just like us, he thought.
 
He leaned forward slightly, his voice a soft murmur near her ear. “They look like they’re enjoying that.”
 
Neethu turned, a little startled by his proximity. “Yeah… it’s a nice scene.”
 
“Have you ever kissed anyone like that?” Anju asked from her side, the question echoing the one she had posed to Rohan just a day before. It felt like a script they were now following, a path they knew.
 
Neethu’s blush deepened. She shook her head, a shy smile playing on her lips. “No. No… I don’t have a boyfriend. You know that...”
 
Rohan’s smile was understanding. “It will be wonderful feeling,” he said, his eyes holding hers. “When you really… feel it.”
 
The air in the room thickened. Neethu looked from Rohan to Anju, a confused but intrigued flutter in her expression. The movie continued, but the focus had shifted.
 
The conversation flowed naturally from there. Rohan made occasional neutral remarks on the film, comments about plot points or funny lines, while Neetu responded with easy laughter and small anecdotes from her own experiences.

[Rakul1985]

Hmmmmm

[Rakul1985]

Waiting for final breakdown

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali interjected at just the right moments, nudging the energy along, teasing, and laughing, making Neetu feel like everything was effortless.
 
After the first act ended, Anjali leaned forward.
 
“How about a quick game to break things up? Two Truths and a Lie, perfect for your storytelling flair, Neetu. You go first.”
 
Neetu hesitated for just a second, feeling a slight nervous flutter at sharing little personal stories with someone she’d only just met.
 
But the familiar encouragement from Anjali helped, and she dove in, weaving truths about sneaking into a concert and trying sushi for the first time, plus a playful lie about winning a dance competition.
 
Laughter rippled through the room, even from Rohan, who contributed a set of his own, tame college pranks and harmless mishaps.
 
Occasionally, while reaching for snacks, Neetu’s hand brushed the edge of Rohan’s or his foot nudged hers under the blanket.
 
Each time, they pulled back quickly, a shared laugh softening any awkwardness. Those tiny, unintentional touches hinted at a slow-building familiarity without rushing intimacy.
 
By the midpoint of the movie, the air hummed with relaxed energy.
 
Neetu shifted her shoulders and let out a small sigh. “Ugh, my shoulders are killing me from carrying the bags in yesterday shopping,” she admitted.
 
Anjali perked up immediately. “Wait, you need a shoulder rub. Rohan, you’ve got those gym shoulders, mind showing off a bit?”
 
Neetu hesitated for a fraction of a second, glancing at Rohan.
 
Rohan smiled warmly and nodded politely. “Sure, if you’re comfortable with it,” he said.
 
“Only if you want, I am here to serve” Anjali added with a dramatic tone, giving Neetu a reassuring nudge.
 
Neetu laughed softly, shifting slightly on the couch. “Okay… why not. Just a little, though.”
 
Anjali moved in first, her hands kneading Neetu’s shoulders gently through the kurti, careful not to press too hard.
 
“You’ve been carrying those bags all day, huh? No wonder you’re stiff,” she murmured, her voice light and teasing.

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Neetu let out a soft, contented sigh, surprised at how soothing it felt to have someone she trusted pay attention to her.
 
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself sink into the couch cushions and the warmth of Anjali’s touch.
 
From his chair, Rohan watched quietly, offering guidance rather than hands-on help.
 
“Try rolling your shoulders back a bit,” he suggested, demonstrating with slow, exaggerated movements that made Neetu laugh softly.
 
His voice was calm, easy, and the casual attention felt… different from anyone else she’d met before.
 
She noticed the way he observed her reactions, adjusting his instructions based on her comfort.
 
There was something quietly attentive about him that made her feel seen without feeling pressured.
 
After a minute, Anjali glanced at Rohan with a mischievous grin.
 
“Why don’t you show her a trick or two? Nothing crazy, just, help her loosen up,” she said, leaning back and watching them like an amused referee.
 
Neetu felt a flutter of nervous anticipation, unsure what to expect, but curious nonetheless.
 
Rohan moved closer, careful to keep a respectful distance, and suggested a simple shoulder stretch, guiding her arms gently while demonstrating.
 
“Here, just lift like this and roll slowly,” he said. Neetu followed, and their hands brushed briefly during the motion.
 
The contact was fleeting but enough to make her chest warm, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.
 
She laughed lightly, a little embarrassed, and he smiled, his own expression open and friendly, with a hint of amusement.
 
“You’re surprisingly flexible,” he remarked, his tone playful but sincere.
 
“Most people can’t even get their shoulders to move that easily.” Neetu tilted her head, smiling.
 
“Well, maybe I’m trying extra hard to survive all these late-night assignments,” she joked, and his chuckle felt warm against her ears.
 
The room seemed to shrink around them, filled with laughter, soft music from the movie in the background, and the easy comfort of Anjali’s presence.

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After a few more guided stretches, Anjali leaned back again, letting Neetu breathe and settle.
 
Rohan stayed nearby, occasionally offering tips or gentle encouragement, never touching beyond what was necessary.
 
And yet, the shared space, the lingering eye contact, the easy smiles, and the subtle proximity created an unspoken intimacy.
 
Neetu realized she was leaning a fraction closer to him on the couch without even noticing, drawn by the quiet attentiveness in his gestures.
 
“Feels… much better,” Neetu said softly, her shoulders finally loosening. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a warmth that went beyond friendliness.
 
He gave a small, understanding nod. “Good. Glad it helped,” he replied, his voice low and easy, carrying a subtle undertone of concern, or perhaps something more.
 
Anjali, sensing the shift, grinned knowingly from the side, her role as facilitator complete.
 
“See? Nothing beats a little teamwork,” she teased, letting the moment linger.
 
Neetu and Rohan exchanged a quiet smile, the kind that said, without words, that this simple evening, movies, snacks, and shared laughter, was slowly building something meaningful.
 
The playful tension was light, mutual, and entirely natural, and Neetu felt a thrill she couldn’t quite name, warm and fluttering, as she leaned back comfortably, her trust in both Anjali and now Rohan growing steadily.
 
They returned to the movie, the three of them relaxed and laughing, the earlier tension gone.
 
The mix of games, small touches, and thoughtful gestures had created a warmth in the room, a slow, steady spark of chemistry between Neetu and Rohan, under Anjali’s watchful, mischievous smile.
 
By the time they paused for another round of strawberries, Neetu found herself lingering in conversation with Rohan more easily, laughing at his jokes and feeling a surprising sense of comfort around him.
 
It wasn’t instant intimacy, just the beginning of something tentative, playful, and undeniably magnetic.
 
And as the TV continued to flicker across the room, the night felt full of possibilities, unhurried and entirely, comfortably theirs.
 

Phase Two unfolded flawlessly, the evening stretching sensuously toward deeper games and next part of their master plan unfold very soon.

[jiivajothii]

Nice update

[prasannas2001]

Thank you all for you encouragement. 
That means a lot to me.