Incest Little sis Anjali

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Preparing Neetu for Final Submission
 
"Mmmm…. That was awesome Neetu… You are so good." Anjali's voice was a husky whisper as she moved back to her spot, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Okay sweetie… My turn. Neetu. Dare…"
 
Neetu looked at Anjali, her chest still heaving from the sensation of Anjali's kisses on her shoulders.
 
The candlelight flickered across her face, highlighting the mixture of apprehension and excitement in her eyes. "Dare," she said softly, her voice barely audible in the intimate space of their makeshift fort.
 
Anjali's smile widened as she glanced between Neetu and her brother. "I dare you... to kiss Rohan. On the lips. Just once, like you did before. But with your eyes closed, so you can really feel it."
 
The air in the fort seemed to thicken at Anjali's words.
 
Neetu's eyes widened slightly, and she shot a quick glance at Rohan, who was watching her with an intense, hungry gaze.
 
The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable now, a testament to his arousal that made Neetu's stomach flutter with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
 
"I... I… I don’t know… " Neetu began, but stopped, swallowing hard looking at the bulge in his jeans. She looked at Anjali, who gave her an encouraging nod.
 
"Okay, I will do it," she breathed finally. "Eyes closed." She knew Rohan is aroused. She knew this is going in a direction where there is no way it can be undone. But still she moved on.
 
Neetu turned toward Rohan, her movements hesitant but determined. She closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
 
Rohan leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she wanted to. When their lips finally met, it was electric.
 
Neetu's lips were soft and tentative at first, but as Rohan deepened the kiss slightly, she responded with a soft sigh, her lips parting beneath his. It was a slow, sensual kiss, wet and warm.

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Rohan's hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin gently sucking her lips as there is no tomorrow.
 
Neetu made a small sound in her throat, her body melting against his. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily.
 
"Wow," Anjali whispered in Neetu’s ears, Neetu’s eyes still closed as she touched her lips with her fingertips. "Tell me you loved it Neetu.” Anjali’s lips very close to Neetu’s ears. “How do you like it?”
 
Neetu still feeling Rohan’s lips on her lips, the warmth of his mouth, the way he was sucking her lips into his mouth.
 
She was still lingering in that moment. "That was... wow." A whisper came out of Neetu’s.
 
Rohan's voice was thick with desire when he spoke. "My turn," he said, his gaze locked on Neetu. "Anjali. Dare."
 
Anjali looked at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Dare me."
 
Rohan's eyes flickered between his sister and Neetu, a mischievous glint in them. "I dare you... to remove your bra. Right here. Let it drop slowly so we can all appreciate the freedom."
 
The dare hung in the air, charged with electricity. Anjali's breath hitched slightly, she knew where Rohan is going.
 
She could figure out Rohan could not wait to see Neetu’s soft swells that are popping out from her bra.
 
A slow known smile spread across her face. She glanced at Neetu, whose eyes had widened with curiosity and perhaps a hint of envy.
 
"Wait Anjali… don’t you think this is going a bit too much? You don’t have to remove your…"
 
"It’s ok Neetu. Who are here? It is you and my brother. What is wrong with that?" Anjali said, her voice husky with excitement. "We are just friends and I have no hesitation to remove my bra in front of you two…"  She continued, "for freedom…"
 
She knelt gracefully in the candlelit center of the comforter, her hands gliding sensuously up her sides to the thin straps first.

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With deliberate slowness that drew shallow breaths from both Neetu and Rohan, she slipped the straps off her shoulders.
 
The fabric whispered down to pool at her waist, revealing the lacy confines of her bra hugging her pert breasts perfectly.
 
Neetu watched transfixed, her very attractive big eyes fixed on the erotic reveal. Anjali reached behind her back, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasps one by one with a soft click that echoed intimately in the quiet fort.
 
The bra loosened immediately, allowing her full, firm breasts to spill forward slightly, nipples already hardening into rosy peaks from the cool air and anticipatory thrill.
 
Holding the cups in place for a teasing moment, Anjali locked gazes with Neetu and Rohan, then with a wink, she released her hold entirely.
 
The bra slid languidly down her arms to drop forgotten onto the bedding, her naked breasts bouncing free in magnificent display, pert globes with perfect upturn, areolas puckering enticingly as she arched her back proudly.
 
Neetu gasped softly in admiration, her own magnificent breasts heaving as she reached out instinctively to trace a light finger along her under curve.
 
"They're beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine awe. "So natural and perfect."
 
Rohan praised the beauty with reverent eyes. He can tell, it is maybe one or two dares away for Neetu to remove her bra.
 
Looking the way she praised Anjali’s breasts, he is certain that she is going to remove her bra.
 
They are entering into a point of no return.

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He know once she removes her bra in this bed sitting very close to him, he is certain that he can and he is going fuck her virgin pussy hard that night.
 
Anjali’s hands cupped her breasts briefly, offering them like treasures before settling back. The removal cemented a new layer of fearless sensuality among the trio, and Neetu's arousal visibly deepened, her thighs pressing together against the growing wetness.
 
She never expected that she is going do all these things like this. She never expected to see her friend sit topless while sitting in the bed with her and her own brother.
 
She mentally accepting the fact that she has to remove her bra when the time comes.
 
She knows sooner or later someone is going to ask her to remove her bar. She know that is going to happen and it is just a matter of time.
 
Is she really ready for that. She has no answer for that and she don’t want to think about that now.
 
"My turn," Anjali said, her voice husky with desire. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan looked at his sister, his eyes dark with want. "Dare me."
 
"I dare you," Anjali said, her gaze flicking between Rohan and Neetu, "to kiss Neetu's shoulders. The way I did. To help her relax."
 
This is what Rohan was waiting for. He has been waiting for a dare like this from Anjali after seeing how she sucked Neetu’s bare shoulders.
 
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 Rohan was already moving, he has no plans of stopping at this point of time. He knelt behind Neetu, his hands gently resting on Neetu's upper arms.
 
"It's okay, Neetu," he whispered, his lips brushing against Neetu's ear. "Just a kiss… on your shoulder. To make you feel good."

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Before Neetu could form another protest, Rohan leaned in and pressed his lips against Neetu's shoulder. It wasn't a quick peck. It was a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, warm and wet.
 
His lips were surprisingly soft, and as he pulled back, he let his 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.
 
She felt her nipples harden, pressing against the fabric of her bra, a traitorous response to the pleasure.
 
Rohan repeated the action on the other shoulder, his 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.
  
 
"My turn," Neetu said, her voice stronger now, laced with a newfound confidence that sent a thrill through her own body. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan looked at her, his eyes dark with want, the candlelight flickering in their depths and promising untold pleasures. "Dare me."
 
Neetu's gaze flickered between Rohan and Anjali, a bold, mischievous glint in her eyes. She felt a surge of power, of control, as she considered her next move. "I dare you... to kiss Anjali. On the lips. For ten seconds. A real kiss, not just a peck."
 
The air in the fort seemed to crackle with electricity at Neetu's words, the charged silence stretching between them. She knew it was a sin for a sister to kiss her brother on the lips, but she wanted to see what they would do. She didn't know how far Rohan and Anjali had already gone, and she was curious to see their reaction, to test the boundaries of their intimacy.
 
Anjali's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise in their depths, but then a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.

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She glanced at Rohan, who was watching her with an intense, hungry gaze that seemed to devour her. "Okay," she breathed finally, her voice husky with anticipation. "A real kiss."
 
Rohan leaned in slowly, his eyes locked on Anjali's, the moment stretching into eternity. When their lips met, it was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that seemed to arc between them.
 
It started as a soft, tentative kiss, but quickly deepened into something far more intense, something primal and raw.
 
Anjali parted her lips with a soft sigh, her body melting against his as Rohan's tongue explored her mouth.
 
His hands came up to cup her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and terrifying.
 
Anjali responded with equal passion, her own hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer.
 
Neetu watched, transfixed, her breath catching in her throat. She had expected a quick, playful kiss, but this was something else entirely.
 
There was a raw, primal hunger in the way Rohan and Anjali kissed, a depth of intimacy that went far beyond simple sibling affection.
 
She felt a pang of something… jealousy? arousal? As she watched them, her own body responding to the erotic display before her, her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of her bra, a liquid heat pooling in her belly.
 
The ten seconds stretched into twenty, then thirty, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace that seemed to defy time and reason.
 
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily, their chests heaving with each ragged breath.
 
Anjali's lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with desire. Rohan's face was flushed, his pupils dilated with want.
 
"Wow," Neetu whispered, her voice barely audible in the charged silence of the fort. "That was... intense."
 
Anjali turned to look at her, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "It is…" she said, her voice husky with emotion. "My turn now. Rohan. Dare."

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Rohan looked at his sister, his eyes still dark with want. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I dare you... to kiss Neetu. On the lips. The way you just kissed me."
 
Neetu could not digest that.
 
She did kiss him just a few minutes before, but the way Rohan kissed his own sister and thinking he is going to do the same, that thought itself made her worry. Her eyes widening in surprise. She looked from Anjali to Rohan, her heart racing.
 
The thought of kissing Rohan like that, with the same intensity and passion he had just kissed his sister, was both terrifying and thrilling.
 
She could feel the weight of their gazes on her, the expectation in the air.
 
"Anjali..." she began, trying to stop this, but her thoughts were completely out of her control. She looked at Rohan, who was watching her with an intense, hungry gaze that seemed to see straight through to her soul. "Okay," she breathed finally, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it."
 
Rohan leaned in slowly, his eyes locked on Neetu's, the moment stretching into eternity.
 
When their lips met, it was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that seemed to arc between them. It started as a soft, tentative kiss, but quickly deepened into something far more intense, something primal and raw.
 
Neetu parted her lips with a soft sigh, her body melting against his as Rohan's tongue explored her mouth. Both his hands came up to cup her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
 
He held her face in both of his hands while claiming her mouth with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and terrifying.
 
Neetu’s body, without her control, responded with equal passion, her own hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer.

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Neetu could feel the hard muscles of his chest beneath her palms, the steady thrum of his heart against her fingertips.
 
The kiss was everything she had imagined and more. It was hungry and demanding, yet tender and reverent.
 
Rohan's mouth was hot and wet against hers, his tongue stroking and exploring her mouth with a skill that made her toes curl.
 
She felt a surge of arousal so intense it was almost painful, a liquid heat pooling in her belly and spreading through her veins like wildfire.
 
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily, their chests heaving with each ragged breath.
 
Neetu's lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with desire. Rohan's face was flushed, his pupils dilated with want.
 
"My turn," Rohan said, his voice thick with emotion from the deep anticipation. "Neetu. Dare."
 
Neetu looked at him, her eyes hazy with arousal. "Mmm," she breathed. She could not say any word. She is still lost in his kiss.
 
Rohan's eyes flickered between Neetu and Anjali, a bold, mischievous glint in them. "I dare you... to kiss Anjali. On the lips. The way we just kissed."
 
Neetu's stunned. That is lesbo act, she never expected she would do something like that in her life.
 
Her heart beat increased, and she instinctively looked at Anjali, whose eyes had widened slightly at the dare.
 
But then a slow, mischievous smile spread across Anjali's face, and she nodded encouragingly, her eyes dark with anticipation.
 
"Mmm…," Neetu breathed finally, turning to face Anjali, she just nodded her head letting them know that she is going to do that.
 
Anjali leaned in slowly, her eyes locked on Neetu's, the moment stretching into eternity.
 
When their lips met, it was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that seemed to arc between them. It started as a soft, tentative kiss, but quickly deepened into something far more intense, something primal and raw.
 
Neetu parted her lips with a soft sigh, her body melting against Anjali's as her tongue explored her mouth.

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Anjali's hands came up to cup Neetu's face, her fingers pressing Neetu’s cheeks and playing with her hair. She deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth with a passion. It is an experience which, she never even dreamt about.
 
That was both thrilling and terrifying as the same time. Neetu responded with equal passion and unknown liking, her own hands sliding up Anjali's back to rest on her shoulders, pulling her closer while her tongue actively exploring Anjali’s mouth.
 
She could feel the smooth, warm skin of Anjali's back beneath her palms, the steady thrum of her heart against her fingertips.
 
The kiss was different from the one with Rohan, yet equally intense. Where Rohan's kiss had been demanding and possessive, Anjali's was tender and exploratory, yet filled with a simmering passion that made Neetu's toes curl.
 
She felt a surge of arousal so intense it was almost painful, a liquid heat pooling in her belly and spreading through her veins like wildfire.
 
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily, their chests heaving with each ragged breath. Neetu's lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with desire. Anjali's face was flushed, her pupils dilated with want.
 
"My turn," Anjali said, her voice husky with emotion. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan looked at his sister, his eyes still dark with want. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a bold, mischievous glint in her eyes. "I dare you... to take off your shirt. Let us see what you've been hiding."
 
Rohan knows why Anjali gave him this dare. Neetu 's breath hitched, and he instinctively looked at Neetu, whose eyes had widened with curiosity and perhaps a hint of anticipation.
 
He could feel the weight of their gazes on him, the expectation in the air. He took a deep breath, then another, before finally nodding.
 
"Okay," he breathed finally. "For you both."
 
With deliberate slowness that drew shallow breaths from both Neetu and Anjali, Rohan reached for the hem of his shirt. He lifted it over his head, the fabric whispering against his skin as it rose, exposing the hard planes of his stomach, the defined muscles of his chest.

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His skin was smooth and golden in the candlelight, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down from his navel to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.
 
Neetu watched transfixed, her very attractive big eyes fixed on the erotic reveal. She could feel a surge of arousal so intense it was almost painful, a liquid heat pooling in her belly and spreading through her veins like wildfire.
 
She had always found Rohan attractive, but seeing him like this, bare-chested and vulnerable, was something else entirely.
 
Anjali smiled, her eyes filled with genuine appreciation. "You're gorgeous, Rohan. Absolutely gorgeous."
 
Rohan blushed, but there was a new confidence in his posture. He sat up straighter, unconsciously displaying his chest to its best advantage.
 
The vulnerability he had felt moments before was replaced by a sense of empowerment, of control. He could feel their gazes on him, hot and heavy, and he reveled in the attention.
 
 
 
"My turn," Anjali said, her voice husky with emotion. "Dare for you Neetu."
 
Neetu looked at her, her eyes hazy with arousal. "Mmm…. Dare," she breathed. She knew Anjali has something naughty in her mind.
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Neetu and Rohan, a bold, mischievous glint in them. "I dare you... to touch Rohan's chest. To feel his heartbeat."
 
Feeling Rohan’s chest, a new kind of feeling. Neetu's eyes widened slightly, a fresh wave of panic washing over her. "Wait..."
 
But Rohan was already moving closer to her.
 
He sat in front of Neetu, his hands gently resting on her upper arms. "It would be lovely to feel your hands on my chest Neetu… Please do it for me.
 
It's okay, you can do that" he whispered, his lips close to Neetu's lips. She could feel the heat "Just a touch… on my chest."
 
Before Neetu could say anything, Rohan moved his hands to her hands and pulled hands towards him. Her hands were just following drawn to him as he directed.

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Her fingers trembled slightly as they made contact with his skin, the heat of him sending a jolt of pure sensation through her. She could feel the steady thrum of his heart against her fingertips, a rapid, rhythmic beat that seemed to echo the frantic pounding of her own heart.
 
Rohan's hands came up to cover hers, his fingers lacing through hers as he guided her hand across his chest.
 
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.
 
She felt her nipples harden further, a traitorous response to the pleasure that she couldn't control.
 
  
  
The air in the fort was thick with unspoken desires and the scent of candlewax and arousal. Neetu's body still tingled from Rohan's kisses, her shoulders marked by his warm, wet mouth.
 
She felt dazed, lost in a haze of sensation that had stripped away her inhibitions layer by layer.
 
Anjali watched them with hooded eyes, her naked breasts rising and falling with each breath. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips as she observed Neetu's pliant state.
 
"My turn again," she announced, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around them all. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan reluctantly pulled his lips from Neetu's shoulder, his eyes dark with hunger as he met his sister's gaze. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked between the two. "I dare you... to feel Neetu's breasts. With your hands. On top of her 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. She hadn't expected this, not this level of intimacy. Her breasts were still confined by her bra, yes, but the thought of Rohan's hands on them...

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