Incest Little sis Anjali

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"It is way too much Anjali… No one ever touched me there… " she began to reason, but her body was preparing herself for Rohan.
 
Neetu’s body trembling slightly. As much as she was trying to protest, her body was inviting the intimacy with Rohan.
 
But Rohan was already moving, his hands sliding from her arms to her naked waist as he positioned himself behind her.
 
"It's okay, Neetu," he murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe, he licked the soft skin on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Just a touch. To feel how beautiful you are."
 
Before Neetu could form another protest, Rohan's hands were moving upward, slowly, deliberately.
 
His palms were warm against her ribcage, his fingers tracing the curve of her sides. Neetu held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.
 
Then his hands reached the soft swell of her breasts, still encased in the lacy fabric of her bra.
 
Neetu gasped, her body arching instinctively as his palms cupped her, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above the cups.
 
The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
 
"Rohan..." she breathed, "please..." but it was half protest, half plea. But she was not doing anything to stop him.
 
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he began to massage her breasts gently, his fingers learning the shape and weight of them through the fabric.
 
His lips returned to her shoulder, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. His tongue flicked out, tracing patterns on her flesh as his hands continued their exploration.
 
Neetu's head fell back against his shoulder, her body melting against his. She stopped reasoning.
 
The dual sensations of his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her shoulders was overwhelming, erasing all coherent thought.
 
She could feel her nipples pebbling beneath the lace, aching for a more direct touch that she both craved and feared.

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Time seemed to stretch and warp, the minutes passing in a haze of sensation. Rohan's hands grew bolder, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs occasionally brushing against her hard nipples above her bra, making her gasp.
 
His mouth never left her neck and shoulders, alternating between soft kisses and teasing licks that left her skin glistening in the candlelight.
 
Finally, when Neetu thought she might dissolve completely into a puddle of pure sensation and wanted to stop him forcefully, Rohan pulled away slightly. He knew he don’t want to spoil the opportunity he has ahead.
 
His hands reluctantly leaving her breasts. Though she felt a small relief, the sudden loss of contact left her feeling cold and empty, and she had to fight the urge to pull his hands back.
 
For several minutes, Neetu sat in silence, her body still humming with pleasure.
 
She could feel both Rohan and Anjali watching her, waiting to see what she would do next. Slowly, she composed herself, taking deep breaths to steady her racing heart.
 
 
 
When she finally looked up, her eyes were bright with a mixture of emotions, desire, confusion, and something else... a spark of defiance. "My turn," she said, her voice huskier than before. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan met her gaze, his eyes dark with want. "Dare me."
 
Neetu's lips curved into a slow smile as she glanced between Rohan and Anjali. "I dare you... to press Anjali's bare breasts with your hands first... and then kiss them as well." She wanted to take a revenge against Anjali, for daring Rohan to press her breasts.
 
The dare hung in the air, charged with a new kind of electricity. Neetu watched Anjali closely, expecting her to object, to put a stop to this.
 
After all, Rohan was her brother, how could she possibly allow him to touch and kiss her breasts like that?
 
But to Neetu's utter surprise, Anjali's lips curved into a wicked smile. She gave Neetu a slow, deliberate wink. "I'm open for this," she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. "I think it's only fair, don't you?"

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Neetu's eyes widened in disbelief. She had expected resistance, not... this. Not the eager acceptance she saw in Anjali's eyes.
 
Not the way Anjali arched her back slightly, presenting her naked breasts to her brother as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
 
Rohan's breath hitched slightly, his gaze fixed on his sister's breasts. He looked from Anjali to Neetu, a question in his eyes, but Neetu just nodded, her own curiosity overriding her shock.
 
Slowly, Rohan reached out, his hands trembling slightly as they approached Anjali's breasts. When his palms finally made contact with the soft, warm flesh, Anjali let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.
 
Rohan's fingers cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her already hard nipples. He began to massage them gently, his touch reverent yet confident.
 
Anjali's breathing deepened, her body arching into his touch, encouraging him.
 
Neetu watched, transfixed, a mix of emotions swirling within her. There was shock, yes, but also something else... a dark, forbidden thrill that she couldn't deny.
 
The sight of brother and sister in such an intimate embrace was wrong, so wrong, yet undeniably erotic.
 
After a few moments of exploration, Rohan leaned in, his lips parting as they approached Anjali's left breast. Neetu held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
 
When Rohan's lips finally closed around Anjali's nipple, Anjali let out a soft moan, her hand coming up to tangle in her brother's hair.
 
Rohan began to suckle gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
 
  
Neetu felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, her own breasts aching with a need she couldn't ignore.
 
She watched as Rohan lavished attention on Anjali's breasts, alternating between them, his mouth and hands working in tandem to bring his sister to new heights of pleasure.
 
It was the most erotic thing Neetu had ever witnessed, and despite the taboo nature of it, she couldn't look away. She couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her, the heat that pooled in her belly.
 
As the minutes stretched on, Neetu found herself wondering what would happen next. Where would this night lead them? And more importantly, did she even want it to stop?

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"My turn," Anjali said, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around them all.
 
There was a new edge to it, a playful vengeance that made Neetu's stomach flutter with a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan looked at his sister, his eyes dark with want. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a mischievous, calculating glint in her eyes. "I dare you... to remove Neetu's bra."
 
The words hung in the air like a sudden storm, jolting Neetu from her sensual haze. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock.
 
"Wait... Anjali, no..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. This was it. The moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. She had asked Rohan to kiss Anjali's breasts, and this was Anjali's perfect, wicked revenge.
 
Her heart began to pound against her ribs, a frantic, wild drumbeat that echoed in her ears. She knew this was way too much.
 
The moment she was topless in front of them, she knew there would be no turning back.
 
She was trembling with fear and at the same time, a dark, thrilling anticipation coursed through her veins. She was not able to decide what to do, to protest or to surrender.
 
While she was in that state of frozen indecision, Rohan moved. He approached her slowly, his movements deliberate and confident.
 
He didn't go to her front, but circled around behind her, his presence a warm, solid weight at her back. Neetu flinched as she felt his fingers brush against her skin, searching for the clasp of her bra.
 
"Shhh," he murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Just relax, Neetu. Let it happen."
 
His fingers were surprisingly deft as they found the hooks. With agonizing slowness, he began to unhook them, one by one.
 
Click. Click. Click.
 
Each soft click echoed intimately in the quiet fort, a countdown to her complete exposure. By the time Neetu fully understood what was happening, the last hook was undone.