Incest Little sis Anjali

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Neetu let out a soft sigh, her head falling forward, giving Anjali better access. Anjali's hands were strong and sure, and as they worked their way down Neetu's back, Neetu could feel the last of her tension melting away.
 
She was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice Anjali's hands creeping around to the front, her fingers tracing the curve of Neetu's breasts, just below the line of her camisole.
 
"Okay, my turn," Anjali said, her voice a soft whisper in Neetu's ear. "Neetu. Dare."
 
"Okay," Neetu said, her voice a little breathless.
 
"I dare you... to kiss Rohan," Anjali said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Just a simple kiss. On the lips. Nothing more."
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock. "Anjali, I can't," she said, her voice a mixture of panic and excitement. "He's your brother."
 
"So?" Anjali said, her voice a dismissive wave. "He's also a man. And a very handsome one at that. And you're a woman. And a very beautiful one at that. It's just a kiss, Neetu. A simple, innocent kiss between two friends."
 
Neetu looked from Anjali's pleading eyes to Rohan's expectant ones. He was watching her, his expression unreadable, but she could see the desire burning in his eyes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I'll do it."
 
She leaned forward, her heart hammering against her ribs. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. It was a simple, chaste kiss, but it was filled with a tension that was anything but innocent.
 
She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the rough stubble on his chin, the softness of his lips. She pulled away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
 
"Wow," Rohan said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Just... wow."
 
"Okay, my turn," Neetu said, her voice a little shaky. "Rohan. Truth."
 
"Did you ever had sex?" Neetu asked, her voice a low, rumbling purr.

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Rohan sensed that things are getting to a better turn, “Not yet Neetu, but I can’t wait to experience that with a beautiful girl like you”
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock. "Rohan!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "How come you say that"
 
"Why not?" Rohan asked, his voice a mock pout. "I am just telling the truth, and you are the most beautiful girl, every one in our college dream about you."
 
Neetu’s face turning a deep shade of crimson. She could not say anything.
 
 
 
"Okay, my turn," Anjali said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Neetu. Dare."
 
"Okay," Neetu said, her voice a little shaky.
 
"I dare you... to let Rohan too, put some of this lotion on your back," Anjali said, holding up the bottle of vanilla-scented lotion. "You still look a little tense."
 
Neetu hesitated for a moment, but the thought of Rohan's hands on her skin, combined with the memory of his hands on her feet and Anjali's hands on her shoulders, was too tempting to resist. "Okay," she said, her voice a little breathless.
 
Rohan moved behind her, his hands warm and strong against her cool skin. He poured a small amount of lotion into his palm, and the scent of vanilla filled the air. He began to massage her back, his fingers working their way up her spine, into her hair.
 
Neetu let out a soft sigh, her head falling forward, giving him better access. His hands were strong and sure, and as they worked their way down her back, Neetu could feel the last of her tension melting away.
 
She was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice his hands creeping around to the front, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, just below the line of her camisole.
 
"Okay, my turn," Rohan said, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Neetu. Dare."

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"Okay," Neetu said, her voice a little shaky.
 
"I dare you... to let Anjali take off your camisole," Rohan said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Just for a minute. Just to see how it feels. To be... free."
 
The word hung in the candlelit air of the fort, heavy and absolute. "Free." Rohan’s voice was a low, hypnotic murmur, designed not to command, but to seduce.
 
Neetu’s breath hitched, her body tensing instantly beneath his hands, which had stilled on her back. The warmth of his palms, which had been so relaxing a moment ago, now felt like brands, claiming ownership.
 
"Rohan..." she began, her voice a shaky whisper of protest. "I... I can't."
 
"Come on Neetu, look at Anjali, she already in her bra for a long time." Rohan gave her a nudge with a seductive voice.
 
"Shhh," Anjali's voice was a soft counterpoint, right beside her ear. Neetu hadn't even realized she'd moved so close.
 
Anjali's hands came to rest on her shoulders, her touch light but firm, a gentle restraint. "It's just a dare, Neetu. It's just fabric. Remember your skydiving story? That feeling of letting go? This is just a tiny version of that. A small leap. We'll catch you."
 
Her words were a masterful blend of empathy and manipulation, twisting Neetu's own confession into a tool for her seduction.
 
Rohan’s hands along with Anjali’s began to move again, but this time with a different purpose. They slid up her back, his thumbs tracing the line of her spine through the thin cotton.
 
He leaned in, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. "Don't think of it as taking something off," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel directly to her core. "Think of it as... revealing what's already there. Something beautiful. Trust us to see it. Trust us, Neetu."

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The repetition of the word "trust" was the final thread pulling at her resolve. She was trapped between them, a beautiful, hesitant fly caught in a meticulously woven web of affection and desire.
 
She could feel Rohan’s chest against her back, the steady thrum of his heart, and Anjali’s hands on her shoulders, a grounding presence.
 
She closed her eyes, her mind a whirlwind of panic and a terrifying, thrilling spark of curiosity. "Okay," she breathed, the word so soft it was almost inaudible. "But... just for a minute."
 
Anjali smiled, a triumphant curve of her lips that Neetu couldn't see. She moved around to face Neetu, her expression one of gentle encouragement. Rohan’s hands slid away, giving Anjali space.
 
Anjali's fingers found the hem of Neetu's camisole, her touch feather-light against the skin of Neetu's stomach. Neetu flinched, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Easy," Anjali whispered, her eyes holding Neetu's. "Just breathe."
 
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Anjali lifted the hem. The fabric whispered against Neetu's skin as it rose, exposing the soft curve of her belly, the delicate dip of her navel. Neetu's breath came in short, shallow bursts.
 
She felt like she was standing on the edge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath her feet. Anjali lifted the camisole over her head, her fingers gently brushing against Neetu's hair as she pulled it free.
 
For a moment, Neetu sat frozen, her arms crossed instinctively over her chest, clad only in her simple, practical dark color bra. The cool air of the fort kissed her skin, raising goosebumps across her arms and torso. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs.
 
"See?" Anjali's voice was soft, full of awe. She didn't touch Neetu again, giving her a moment to adjust. "Absolutely beautiful."
 
Rohan's gaze was a physical caress, hotter than a fire. He drank in the sight of her—the swell of her breasts spilling over the cups of her bra, the smooth expanse of her fair skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.
 
He felt a surge of primal satisfaction so intense it was almost painful. He had orchestrated this moment. He had made her fall.

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"My turn," Rohan said, his voice thick with an emotion he disguised as simple game-playing excitement. "Anjali. Dare."
 
Anjali turned to him, her eyes gleaming. "Dare me."
 
"I dare you," Rohan said, his gaze flicking to Neetu and back to his sister, "to kiss Neetu's shoulders. The way I was massaging them. To help her relax."
 
This was a new level of intimacy. A kiss between friends was one thing; this was a deliberate, sensual act. Neetu's eyes widened, a fresh wave of panic washing over her. "Wait..."
 
But Anjali was already moving. She knelt behind Neetu, her hands gently resting on Neetu's upper arms. "It's okay, Neetu," she whispered, her lips brushing against Neetu's ear.
 
"Just a kiss. To make you feel good." Before Neetu could form another protest, Anjali leaned in and pressed her soft, full lips against Neetu's shoulder.
 
It wasn't a quick peck. It was a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, warm and wet. Anjali's lips were impossibly soft, and as she pulled back, she let her tongue flick out, tracing a small, delicate circle on Neetu's skin.
 
Neetu shuddered, a violent, full-body tremor of pure sensation. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips. It felt... incredible. The touch was so gentle, so reverent, it disarmed her completely.
 
Neetu felt her nipples harden, pressing against the fabric of her bra, a traitorous response to the pleasure.
 
Anjali repeated the action on the other shoulder, her lips and tongue working the same magic. Neetu's head lolled to the side, her body going pliant, her resistance melting away under the onslaught of sensation. She was no longer thinking, only feeling.
 
Rohan know he is going to get that opportunity very soon. He is eagerly waiting for kissing and licking Neetu’s soft and milky white shoulders.
 
Every Anjali’s kiss on Neetu’s bare shoulders tempting Rohan to push Anjali aside and put his lips on Neetu’s tempting bare shoulders. He could not control his emotions looking Neetu like that.
 
Neetu in this position sitting in front of him in a bed with him, he cannot wait to taste her. He wants to push her down and enjoy her to the fullest.
 
This brings to the end of the current phase of seduction. 

Rohan is waiting for Anjali to start the next phase and Anjali knows exactly what to do next.
 
"Mmmm…. That was awesome Neetu… You are so good." Anjali said, her voice a husky whisper as she moved back to her spot.  
 
 
 

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Hi guys, in this update, she is pretty much started falling down. In the next update she will completely fall down.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Awesome

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Very good

[Yesudoss]

Marvelous updates

[Rakul1985]

Fantastic

[Dorabooji]

This is not fully incest change to misc. Erotica

[Yash120]

Mind-blowing story

[prasannas2001]

Awesome

Thank you

[Ajay Kailash]

Excellent bro

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Waiting for next update

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Very good

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