Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

Neetu

Beautiful.  Thank you very much

[prasannas2001]

Neetu at dinner

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Neetu at dinner

[Rakul1985]

Neetu at dinner

Neethu's boobs size increased after eating dinner?

[prasannas2001]

Neethu's boobs size increased after eating dinner?

Hahaha. But if you notice, the pizza is full. So in this picture she didn't eat yet

[prasannas2001]

[prasannas2001]

Another phase in Seducing Neetu.
 
As the laughter subsided and the tickling session ended, Anjali leaned back against the pillows, a sly glint in her eyes.
 
"This is fun, but it's getting a bit boring, don't you think?" she said, her voice playful yet purposeful.
 
Neetu looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
 
Anjali sat up straighter, her breasts pushing against her top.
 
"Well, there are no real stakes here. We're just playing without any consequences. If there are no stakes, there's no real fun, right?"
 
Rohan nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting Anjali's in a silent exchange. "Anjali's right," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "We should make it more interesting."
 
Neetu's heart skipped a beat. "What kind of stakes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
 
Anjali smiled, a slow, deliberate smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
 
"How about this? Whoever loses a round of thumb wars has to remove one item of clothing they're wearing."
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
 
Rohan moved closer to her, his hand resting on her arm.
 
"Come on, Neetu," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "It's just a game. We're all friends here. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
 
Anjali chimed in, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Yeah, Neetu. It's not like we're asking you to do anything crazy. It's just a bit of fun. Plus, you've been winning so far. What are you afraid of?"
 
Neetu hesitated, her mind racing.
 
She looked at Anjali and Rohan, their faces a mask of innocence, but she could see the hunger in their eyes.
 
She knew this was a bad idea, but the thrill of the game, the confidence from her earlier wins, and the desire to please them was too strong.

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She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'll play." Anjali's face broke into a wide grin. "Great! Let's start with you and me again."
 
Anjali extended her hand, and Neetu placed hers on top, their palms pressing together.
 
Their fingers intertwined, and they began the game, their thumbs battling fiercely.
 
Neetu's heart raced as she felt the strength of Anjali's grip, the warmth of her skin.
 
She was determined to win, to maintain her confidence. But Anjali was playing differently this time, her moves more deliberate, more calculated.
 
Neetu could feel the shift in the game, the change in Anjali's strategy. She fought back, her thumb wrestling with Anjali's, but she could feel herself losing.
 
Finally, with a final, decisive move, Anjali’s thumb went down and Neetu won.
 
"Gotcha!" Neetu exclaimed, her voice filled with confidence. Anjali's face fell, she acted like she was disappointed. "Good game," she said, with a smile.
 
But Anjali laughed again, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Time for me to pay up," she said, her voice low and teasing.
 
She reached up and slowly removed her hair band, her hair cascading down her back in a wave of dark silk. 

She shook her head, her hair flying around her face, and Neetu couldn't help but stare.

 
She appreciated to see Anjali with her hair down, and she looked even more beautiful, more alluring.
 
Rohan saw her sister and felt a pang of desire, a sudden urge to touch her hair, to run his fingers through it.
 
He pushed the thought away, he knew that he has to be patient so that they can seduce Neetu.
 
Next up was Rohan and Neetu. He is very excited that Neetu is playing along with them.
 
Rohan extended his hand, and Neetu placed hers on top, their palms pressing together.
 
The moment their fingers intertwined, Rohan felt a jolt of electricity.

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He could feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and his heart raced. He wanted to win, to see her body as she removes one of the clothing, but he knew he had to lose.
 
He want to make sure Neetu feels confident and see Anjali and him removing their pieces of clothing. That unknowingly pulls her into the game and she gets comfortable with that.
 
He played with a feigned intensity, his thumb wrestling with hers, his body leaning close to hers.
 
Neetu could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his skin, and she was lost in the moment.
 
She fought back, her thumb battling with his, but she could feel herself dominating Rohan in the game. Finally, with a final, decisive move, Rohan lost to Neetu.
 
"Well Played Neetu!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with appreciation and triumph. Neetu's face lit up again, "Good game," she said, with her face filled with confidence.
 
Rohan laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, it is my turn to take off something," he said, his voice low and teasing.
 
He reached up and slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and the white banyan underneath.
 
Neetu's breath hitched as she saw his chest, the muscles rippling under his skin. She felt a rush of desire, a sudden urge to touch him, to run her hands over his chest.
 
She pushed the thought away, thinking that is wrong, he is my friend’s brother…, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
 
The next round was between Neetu and Anjali again.
 
Anjali extended her hand, and Neetu placed hers on top, their palms pressing together.
 
Their fingers intertwined, and they began the game, their thumbs battling fiercely. Neetu's heart raced as she felt the strength of Anjali's grip, the warmth of her skin.

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Neetu could feel the difference in grip between Rahul and Anjali. A clear contrast.
 
She was determined to win, to maintain her confidence. But Anjali was playing differently this time, her moves more deliberate, more calculated.
 
Neetu could feel the shift in the game, the change in Anjali's strategy. She fought back, her thumb wrestling with Anjali's, but she could feel herself losing.
 
Finally, with a final, decisive move, Anjali lost one more time as planned.
 
"Again… Neetu?, you are the champion today!" Anjali exclaimed, pushing Neetu’s confidence one more step forward.
 
Her voice more calculated and encouraging.
 
Anjali laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I should pay up," she said, her voice low and teasing.
 
She reached up and slowly removed her top, revealing her lacy black bra and her smooth, toned stomach.
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a shy at first but a rush of desire or some strange feeling looking at Anjali in her bra, a sudden urge to touch her, to run her hands over her skin.
 
Her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Anjali, you don't have to remove your shirt," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
 
Anjali shook her head, her eyes meeting Neetu's in a steady gaze. "Rule is rule my dear," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We have to follow it."
 
The next round was between Rohan and Neetu. Rohan extended his hand, and Neetu placed hers on top, their palms pressing together.
 
He could feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and his heart raced.
 
He want to win this game. This is the time, for the innocent Neetu to start peeling the layers that are protecting her beauty from his lustful eyes.
 
He played with a feigned intensity, his thumb wrestling with hers, his body leaning close to hers.

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Neetu could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his skin, and she was lost in the moment.
 
She could feel herself losing.
 
Finally, with a final, decisive move, Rohan pinned Neetu's thumb down. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph.
 
Neetu's face fell, but she tried to hide her disappointment. "Good game," she said, forcing a smile.
 
Rohan laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Time to pay up my dear," he said, his voice low and teasing.
 
"You're very strong, Neetu," he said, his voice low and husky. "I almost lost. You're not paying attention, or I would have been done for." Neetu's heart swelled with pride, and she felt a surge of confidence.
 
She knew he was just being kind, but it felt good to hear it.
 
She reached up and slowly removed her kurta, revealing her lacy black camisole and her smooth, toned stomach.
 
Rohan's eyes widened in desire, and he felt a rush of hunger, a sudden urge to touch her, to run his hands over her skin.
 
He pushed the thought away, his cheeks flushing with excitement.
 
Anjali noticing both Neetu and mainly how Rohan excited when Neetu removed her kurta.
 
The air in the fort was thick with tension, the scent of their skin, and the heat of their bodies.
 
Neetu felt a rush of desire with the cool air touching her body through her camisole, her body shivered slightly.
 
Anjali and Rohan exchanged a look, their eyes meeting in a silent agreement. They knew they had her, and they were ready to take the next step.
 
They knew they have successfully completed another important phase of the Seduction of Neetu. Taking the first piece of clothing off her body is the most difficult part.
 
Once they could make her remove her kurta, both knew they can make her remove the rest.
 
 

[Rakul1985]

Good good. Long way to go.

[prasannas2001]

Good good. Long way to go.

Thank you Rakul

Not necessarily, it may look like that at the surface level. It’s a slippery slope. It takes considerable effort to bring a person to the edge, but once she steps over it, the fall is rapid. Gravity does its job efficiently, bringing her all the way down very quickly. 

I am not anticipating too many updates are required for Rahul and Anjali to bring down Neetu. She is already sitting in the bed with them with her kurta. It is just a little bit more effort, she will all be ready for Rahul. 

What you think?

[siva_reddy32]

Dear Prasannaa,


After a long time, I happened to visit the English pages yesterday. Having found some free time, I thought of taking a look to see if there were any new stories. To my delight, I came across your story.

Though the theme itself may appear familiar, the narration is truly outstanding. Your storytelling style is captivating and carries a depth that keeps the reader engaged throughout. I also read about your inspiration, and I must say that your writing has a unique charm. In my opinion, you are moving into the league of writers like Shailu.

Being one of the founders of this site, I have witnessed its journey over the years. There was a time when the number of authors was so large that readers barely had enough time to go through all the stories. Gradually, however, things changed, and the number of active writers reduced considerably. Even today, we occasionally come across talented writers who excite readers with a few wonderful stories, only to disappear from the literary scene for reasons best known to them. Of course, everyone has their own circumstances, and this is not meant as criticism of anyone.

I sincerely wish that you complete this story and continue your writing journey. More importantly, I hope your work inspires many more writers, just as you have inspired your readers.

Wishing you all the very best, Prasannaa. Keep writing, keep inspiring, and keep rocking!

Warm regards,

[Rakul1985]

Thank you Rakul

Not necessarily, it may look like that at the surface level. It’s a slippery slope. It takes considerable effort to bring a person to the edge, but once she steps over it, the fall is rapid. Gravity does its job efficiently, bringing her all the way down very quickly. 

I am not anticipating too many updates are required for Rahul and Anjali to bring down Neetu. She is already sitting in the bed with them with her kurta. It is just a little bit more effort, she will all be ready for Rahul. 

What you think?

Yes, it's couples of updates away. She will give in with the heat of first experience.

[prasannas2001]

Dear Prasannaa,


After a long time, I happened to visit the English pages yesterday. Having found some free time, I thought of taking a look to see if there were any new stories. To my delight, I came across your story.

Though the theme itself may appear familiar, the narration is truly outstanding. Your storytelling style is captivating and carries a depth that keeps the reader engaged throughout. I also read about your inspiration, and I must say that your writing has a unique charm. In my opinion, you are moving into the league of writers like Shailu.

Being one of the founders of this site, I have witnessed its journey over the years. There was a time when the number of authors was so large that readers barely had enough time to go through all the stories. Gradually, however, things changed, and the number of active writers reduced considerably. Even today, we occasionally come across talented writers who excite readers with a few wonderful stories, only to disappear from the literary scene for reasons best known to them. Of course, everyone has their own circumstances, and this is not meant as criticism of anyone.

I sincerely wish that you complete this story and continue your writing journey. More importantly, I hope your work inspires many more writers, just as you have inspired your readers.

Wishing you all the very best, Prasannaa. Keep writing, keep inspiring, and keep rocking!

Warm regards,

Hi Shiva

Thank you so much for your complements. I saw your messages and compliments that you wrote for Shailu's stories. I never expected you give me compliments as well. It feels so nice. Yes, I like her stories and thought of writing something like her. It is sad that she stopped writing. 

A small request. As you are the founder, if you know her email, can you please ask her to start writing again?  She created her own style here. I have not seen any story here, like her stories. 

Thank you once again

[Vasanthan]

Great update

[prasannas2001]

Great update

Thank you.

[kangaani]

Superbbb

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Interesting update