Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

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Anjali looked at Neetu, her eyes gleaming with a new, predatory light. "Well, well, Neetu," she purred, her voice a silken threat.
 
"Aren't you the clever one? Pushing all the right buttons." She turned to her brother, her expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.
 
"What do you say, Rohan? Do you accept the dare? Are you going to show our sweet little Neetu just how close we really are?"
 
 
Rohan's gaze was locked on his sister, a look of such raw, unconcealed love and desire that it was almost painful to witness.
 
He didn't answer her with words. Instead, he leaned in, his hand cupping the back of Anjali's neck, and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss.
 
It wasn't a kiss of brotherly affection.
 
It was a kiss of lovers, a kiss of equals who knew each other's bodies and souls with an intimacy that transcended all boundaries.
 
Neetu watched, mesmerized, as their mouths moved together, their tongues dancing, a silent, passionate conversation that she was privileged, and terrified, to witness.
 
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily, their eyes dark with desire. Rohan turned his gaze to Neetu, and there was no hesitation in his voice, no shame.
 
Only a raw, primal honesty.
 
"I accept," he said, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "Anju, lie down. Show our guest what she asked for."
 
Anjali's response was a throaty, excited laugh.
 
She was reveling in this, in the exhibitionism, in the shocking reveal of their deepest secret.
 
She moved with a languid, feline grace, positioning herself in the center of the bed, right beside Neetu.
 
She propped herself up on a pile of pillows, her legs spread wide in a gesture of wanton invitation.
 
Her pussy, already glistening with her own arousal, was a perfect, pink flower, a mirror image of Neetu's, but somehow more familiar, more sacred.
 
Neetu's heart was hammering against her ribs, a frantic, panicked rhythm. She had done it. She had called their bluff, or rather, she had forced their hand.

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And now, Neetu was about to witness something so forbidden, so profoundly taboo, that she knew it would change her forever.
 
She was no longer just a participant in their game; she was a voyeur to their ultimate sin.
 
Rohan moved between his sister's spread legs, his movements fluid and confident.
 
He knelt before her, his magnificent cock jutting out, hard and proud, a silent testament to his own arousal.
 
But his attention was solely on Anjali, on the sacred offering she presented to him.
 
He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, just as he had done with Neetu. But this was different.
 
The air crackled with a different kind of energy.
 
It wasn't about conquest, about claiming something new. It was about worship, about a familiar, cherished ritual.
 
Anjali's eyes were locked on his, her lips parted in anticipation. "I've missed your mouth, bhaiya," she whispered, the term of endearment a shocking, erotic contrast to the raw sexuality of the moment.
 
"I've missed your taste, Anju," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
 
And then he began to lick.
 
Neetu watched, her own body reacting with a shocking, intense arousal, as Rohan's tongue made contact with his sister's pussy.
 
He started with the same slow, broad strokes, his tongue flat against her, lapping up her sweet, slick arousal.
 
But there was a tenderness to his movements, a reverence, that had been absent when he was with Neetu.
 
He knew her body, knew every sensitive spot, every secret fold. He was an expert on his sister's pleasure, and he was showing off his mastery.
 
Anjali's response was immediate and visceral. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, her head falling back against the pillows, her eyes closing in bliss.
 
Her hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the thick strands, not to guide him, but simply to hold on, to anchor herself to the pleasure he was giving her.

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Neetu was transfixed. She was watching a masterpiece of incestuous art being painted in real time.
 
The sight of Rohan's dark head buried between his sister's pale thighs, the sounds of his licking and sucking, the sight of Anjali's body writhing in pleasure... it was the most forbidden, most erotic, most terrifyingly beautiful thing she had ever seen.
 
Her own body, which she had thought was completely sated, was responding with a vengeance.
 
A fresh, hot ache bloomed between her legs, her clit pulsing with a renewed, desperate need.
 
She could feel herself getting wet again, her pussy slick with arousal as she watched the brother and sister lost in their shared, forbidden passion.
 
Rohan's tongue was a masterful instrument, and he was playing his sister's body like a virtuoso.
 
He explored every fold, every hollow, his touch alternating between feather-light and possessively firm.
 
He found her clit, a small, hard pearl of pleasure, and began to circle it with the tip of his tongue, slowly, deliberately, just as he had done with Neetu. But the effect on Anjali was different. It was deeper, more profound.
 
Her whole body tensed, her back arching off the bed, a strangled cry of pleasure tearing from her throat.
 
"Yes... right there, Rohan... don't stop," she gasped, her voice a breathy, desperate plea.
 
He didn't stop.
 
He intensified his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, harder against her clit, his fingers sliding into her tight, wet heat, curling to find that magical spot deep inside her.
 
He knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to please her, and he was doing it with a skill that could only come from years of intimate, forbidden practice.
 
Neetu was so aroused it was almost painful.
 
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the throbbing ache, but it was no use. She was a live wire, her entire body humming with a desperate, needy energy.
 
She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the pressure, but she was frozen, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her.

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Anjali's moans grew louder, more frantic. She was lost in the pleasure, her body a willing, eager participant in their shared sin. "Oh, god, Rohan... yes... yes... I'm going to... I'm going to cum..."
 
Her words were a trigger for Rohan. He doubled his efforts, his mouth working her clit with a ferocious intensity, his fingers pumping into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
 
And then she was there. With a loud, strangled cry that was a mixture of his name and a raw, primal scream, Anjali's world exploded.
 
Her body arched off the bed in a perfect, taut curve, her vision going white as the orgasm ripped through her, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left her breathless, trembling, and completely, utterly spent.
 
Neetu watched, her own body trembling with a sympathetic, desperate arousal, as Anjali collapsed back onto the bed, a beautiful, shattered mess of pleasure and satisfaction.
 
Rohan lifted his head, his face glistening with his sister's juices, a look of deep, primal satisfaction on his face.
   
 
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a bold, mischievous glint in them. "Rohan I dare you... to let Neetu give you a blowjob." And she turned towards Neetu “It is only fair Neetu. He has been pleasing till now. We should please him”
 
Neetu's eyes widening in alarm.
 
She had just experienced the most intense pleasure of her life, but the thought of reciprocating with Rohan, of taking him into her mouth, was terrifying.
 
She had never done anything like that before, and the thought of it, of tasting him, of pleasuring him in such an intimate way, was overwhelming.
 
"Anjali..." she began, her voice a shaky whisper of protest. "I... I can't. I've never... I don't know how."
 
Anjali's expression softened, her eyes filling with a gentle understanding that belied the hunger still burning within them.
 
She reached out, her hand coming to rest on Neetu's cheek, her touch light but reassuring.

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"Shhh," Anjali whispered.
 
Her voice a soft counterpoint to the frantic beating of Neetu's heart. "I know Neetu. It's okay if you've never done it before. We'll teach you. We'll guide you. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a beautiful, intimate act. A way to show someone how much you desire them, how much you cherish them."
 
Rohan nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with warmth and admiration. "Please, Neetu? For me? For us?"
 
His voice was a low, hypnotic murmur, designed not to command, but to seduce. "It would mean so much to me. To feel your lips on me, to know that you're the one pleasuring me, just like I pleasured you. There's nothing more intimate, nothing more beautiful."
 
Neetu looked between them, her heart racing.
 
The thought of taking Rohan into her mouth, of tasting him, of pleasuring him in such an intimate way, was terrifying.
 
But there was a part of her, a deep, primal part, that craved it, that yearned for the intimacy of the act, the connection it would create between them.
 
She could feel herself growing wetter again, her body betraying her mind's hesitation.
 
"I... I don't know," she breathed, her voice barely audible in the charged silence of the fort. "What if I do it wrong? What if I... what if I hurt you?"
 
"You won't," Anjali said softly, her hand moving from Neetu's cheek to her shoulder, her touch light but firm, a gentle caress that sent shivers of pleasure through Neetu's body. "We'll be right here with you. We'll guide you. We'll show you exactly what to do. And even if you do it 'wrong,' it'll still be perfect, because it'll be you. Because it'll be us."
 
Rohan leaned in, his breath warm against the nape of Neetu's neck. "Don't think of it as a performance," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel directly to her core. "Think of it as... an exploration. A discovery. Of me, of you, of us. Trust us to guide you. 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 hand on her shoulder, a grounding presence.
 
She closed her eyes, her mind a whirlwind of panic and a terrifying, thrilling spark of curiosity. "Mmm… Okay," she breathed, the word so soft it was almost inaudible. "But... you have to show me how."
 
Anjali smiled, a triumphant curve of her lips that Neetu couldn't see. "Of course," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We'll show you everything."
 
But Rohan, ever the strategist, had other plans.
 
He looked at Anjali, his eyes dark with a possessive hunger that made her heart skip a beat. "Wait," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I have a counter-dare."
 
Anjali and Neetu both looked at him, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
 
"I'll accept your dare, Anjali," he said, his gaze flickering between the two women. "But only if both of you do the honor.
 
And only if Anjali starts.
 
I want to watch you first. Anju, I want to see you show her first, and then I want to watch Neetu follow your lead.
 
I want to see you teach her, guide her, show her how it's done. I want to see the two of you share this moment, share this intimacy with me."
 
The air in the fort seemed to crackle with erotic electricity at Rohan's words. Anjali's mind could figure out why he asked that.
 
If Neetu start first, he will be out very quickly as he has been excited since evening, so he want her to give help him release.
 
Then he can go with Neetu for a longer period.
 
She hadn't expected this, but she understood it completely.
 
But the way he explained, she didn’t expect this twist, this demand for a shared intimacy that was both possessive and generous.

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She looked at Neetu, whose eyes had widened with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, and then back at Rohan, whose eyes were burning with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.
 
She never expected a brother asks his own sister to give him a blowjob.
 
"Okay" Neetu breathed finally, her voice barely audible in the charged silence of the fort.
 
With that, Anjali leaned in, her eyes locked on Rohan's.
 
She could feel the weight of Neetu's gaze on them, the intensity of her curiosity, the depth of her arousal. She knew that this was more than just a dare now, more than just a game.
 
This was a moment, a turning point, a shared intimacy that would change everything between them.
 
She started with a soft, lingering kiss to Rohan's lips, her tongue exploring his mouth with a familiar intimacy that made him groan with pleasure.
 
She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, hard and thick with desire, and she smiled against his lips, a slow, satisfied smile that spoke of a thousand shared moments, a thousand unspoken promises.
 
She kissed her way down his body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses that made him shudder with pleasure.
 
She explored every inch of him, every curve, every muscle, with a familiarity that was both comforting and arousing.
 
She knew his body as well as she knew her own, knew every sensitive spot, every trigger, every secret that made him gasp and writhe beneath her touch.
 
Finally, she reached her destination.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and then at Neetu, who was watching with wide, hungry eyes. "Watch," she whispered, her voice a husky command. "Watch and learn my dear."

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She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and then at Neetu, who was watching with wide, hungry eyes. "Watch," she whispered, her voice a husky command. "Watch and learn my dear."
 
With that, she lowered her head, her lips brushing against the head of his erection, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses that made him groan with pleasure.
 
She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, the pulse of his desire, and she smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that spoke of a thousand shared moments, a thousand unspoken promises.
 
She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his penis, tasting the salty sweetness of his arousal.
 
He was hot and hard in her mouth, a familiar weight, a familiar taste, a familiar pleasure that made her own body respond with a surge of arousal so intense it was almost painful.
 
She began to move, her lips and tongue working their magic, her head bobbing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm that made him groan with pleasure.
 
She explored every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, with a skill and tenderness that left him breathless.
 
She found the sensitive spot just beneath the head, her tongue circling and stroking it until he was writhing beneath her, his body begging for release.
 
Neetu watched, transfixed, her breath catching in her throat.
 
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 never seen anything so erotic, so intimate, and it was happening right here, right in front of her.
 
She could feel herself growing wetter, her body yearning for the touch she so desperately feared.
 
When Rohan finally cried out, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm, Neetu felt a surge of vicarious pleasure so intense it was almost as if it were her own.

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Neetu watched as Anjali continued to pleasure him, her mouth working its magic until he collapsed, spent and panting, against the pillows.
 
A glistening trail of his release marked the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with a deliberate, sensual motion of her thumb, her eyes never leaving Neetu's.
 
The fort was silent, save for their ragged breaths.
 
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat and candle wax.
 
Neetu felt a strange mix of emotions: awe at the intimacy she had just witnessed, a lingering, tingling arousal from her own recent orgasm, and a new, sharper wave of apprehension coiling in her stomach. The dare was still hanging in the air, unfulfilled. It was her turn.
  
 
  
 
 
Anjali shifted, turning her body to face Neetu fully.
 
Her eyes, dark and luminous in the flickering light, held a complex mixture of satisfaction, affection, and a renewed, predatory hunger.
 
She reached out, her fingers gently stroking Neetu's cheek, a gesture that was both comforting and possessive.
 
"You see?" Anjali whispered, her voice a husky caress.
 
"You see how beautiful it is? How much he enjoys it?" She glanced back at Rohan, who was watching them with a lazy, sated smile, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. "Now it's your turn, my sweet Neetu. But you're not ready yet. You're still hesitant. Still scared."
 
Neetu could only nod, her throat tight. It was true.
 
Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. The thought of taking him into her mouth, of doing what Anjali had just done with such confident skill, was terrifying.
 
It felt... too much.
 
Too intimate. Too raw.
 
Anjali's smile softened, but the glint in her eyes remained.
 
"I know. That's why we need to get you ready. To make you want it as much as we want you to do it." She looked over at Rohan, her gaze a silent command. "Rohan. Kiss her. Make her feel it. Make her want it."

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Rohan's smile widened.
 
He pushed himself up, his movements fluid and graceful despite his recent exertion.
 
He moved towards Neetu, who instinctively shrank back, her hands coming up to her chest as if to shield herself. He stopped, his expression gentle.
 
"Shhh, Neetu," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "It's just me. It's just us. Let me show you."
 
He leaned in slowly, giving her ample time to pull away if she wanted to. She didn't. She was frozen, a deer caught in the hypnotic beam of his headlights.
 
His lips met hers, and it was nothing like the frantic, demanding kisses from earlier. This was slow, deep, and impossibly tender.
 
His lips were soft, coaxing, and he tasted faintly of Anjali and of himself, a heady, primal combination that made Neetu's head spin.
 
He poured all of his affection, all of his gratitude, all of his desire into that one kiss, and Neetu felt herself melting, her apprehension dissolving like sugar in hot tea.
 
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Better?" he whispered.
 
She could only manage a shaky nod.
 
"Good," he breathed, and then his gaze dropped to her breasts. "But we're not done yet."
 
He lowered his head, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck to the sensitive hollow of her throat.
 
Neetu gasped, her head falling back, her body arching instinctively towards him. He kissed his way across her collarbone, his touch light as a feather, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through her.
 
 He took his time, exploring every curve, every dip, with a reverent patience that was both maddening and exhilarating.
 
Finally, his lips found the swell of her breast.
 
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the smooth, sensitive skin, and Neetu whimpered, her hands flying to his hair, her fingers tangling in the thick, dark strands.

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Rohan smiled against her skin, his breath warm and wet, and then he took her nipple into his mouth.
 
The sensation was electric. It was a sharp, jolt of pure pleasure that shot straight to her core, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.
 
He was gentle at first, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, his lips sucking softly, but as she responded, her hips arching, her breath coming in ragged pants, he grew bolder.
 
He bit down gently, a perfect, sharp pressure that sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her.
 
He lavished the same attention on her other breast, his hands coming up to cup and knead the soft flesh, his mouth and tongue working their magic until Neetu was a writhing, whimpering mess of need and desire.
 
She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, a liquid fire that demanded to be quenched.
 
She was no longer thinking, no longer hesitating.
 
She was only feeling.
 
And as he continued to pleasure her, his mouth and hands driving her to the brink of madness, she felt it.
 
Against her thigh, hard and insistent, was his renewed arousal. He was hard again. For her. Because of her.
 
Anjali had been watching the entire time, her eyes dark with a knowing, satisfied lust. She saw how Rohan is claiming every inch of Neetu’s body.
 
Neetu is like a toy in his hands now.
 
He is enjoying her body extreme desire. She saw the moment Neetu's resistance crumbled, saw the shift in her eyes from apprehension to raw, unadulterated need.
 
She moved closer, her presence a warm, solid weight beside them.
 
"See?" Anjali whispered, her voice a husky murmur in Neetu's ear. "I told you. You're ready now. You want it. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in the air."

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Rohan pulled back, his lips glistening, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
 
He looked at Neetu, his eyes dark with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. "Are you ready, Neetu?" he breathed. "Are you ready to try?"
 
Neetu looked from Rohan to Anjali, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
 
The desire was there, a roaring inferno in her belly, but so was the fear, a cold, sharp knot of dread. She had never done this. It was... unknown. Forbidden. Dirty.
 
"I... I want to," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But I... I don't know if I can. It's just... I don't know."
 
Anjali's expression softened, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding that was both comforting and unnerving. "I know, my sweet. It's a big step. But you don't have to do it alone. I'll be right here with you. I'll guide you. I'll teach you. We'll do it together."
 
She took Neetu's hand, her touch firm and reassuring. "Come on," she said softly. "Sit up. Move between his legs."
 
Neetu hesitated for a moment, her body tense with uncertainty, but then Anjali gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and she relented.
 
She moved slowly, awkwardly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of Rohan's attention.
 
She positioned herself between his spread legs, her heart hammering against her ribs, her palms sweating.
 
She was so close to him now, so close to the source of her fear and her desire. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the clean, musky scent of his arousal.
 
"Good girl," Anjali murmured, her voice a low, hypnotic purr.
 
She moved behind Neetu, her hands coming to rest on Neetu's shoulders, her touch a grounding, steadying presence. "Now, lean forward. Slowly. Just bend your head and... kiss him. Right on the tip. Just a soft, gentle kiss. Like you would kiss my lips."

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Neetu took a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on the hard, thick length of his erection. It was... intimidating.
 
Beautiful, in a raw, primal way, but intimidating.
 
She could see the thick, pulsing veins, the glistening bead of moisture at the tip, the dark, swollen head.
 
She leaned forward slowly, her movements stiff and jerky, her body a battlefield of desire and dread.
 
She got closer and closer, her breath hitching in her throat.
 
She was just inches away now.
 
She could feel the heat of him on her lips.
 
But she couldn't do it. She froze, her body rigid, her mind screaming at her to pull back.
 
It was a natural, instinctual aversion, a deep-seated revulsion she couldn't overcome. She just... couldn't.
 
Anjali felt her hesitation, felt the tension in her shoulders.
 
She leaned in, her lips brushing against Neetu's ear. "Shhh," she whispered, her voice a soothing, seductive murmur. "It's okay. It's just a kiss. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm right here. I won't let anything happen to you."
 
She placed her hands on either side of Neetu's head, her fingers tangling in Neetu's hair. "Just relax," she breathed. "Let me help you."
 
And with that, she applied a gentle, steady pressure, pushing Neetu's head down.
 
Neetu resisted for a moment, her body tensing, but Anjali was insistent, her touch firm but not forceful.
 
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Neetu's head lowered, until finally, with a soft, almost inaudible gasp, her lips brushed against the hot, silken skin of Rohan's erection.
 
The contact was electric.
 
A jolt of pure sensation shot through Neetu's body, a mixture of shock, fear, and a terrifying, thrilling spark of curiosity.
 
She froze, her lips pressed against the head of his dick, her mind a blank slate of pure sensation. She could feel the heat of his hard dick, the hardness of his monster hardness, the faint, steady pulse of his desire.
 
It was... real. It was happening.

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"Good girl," Anjali whispered, her voice a low, triumphant murmur. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, open your lips. Just a little. Let him feel you."
 
Neetu's mind screamed in protest.
 
Every instinct, every fiber of her being, was telling her to pull back, to close her mouth, to run away.
 
But she was trapped, caught between the solid weight of Anjali's hands on her head and the hard, insistent presence of Rohan's body beneath her.
 
And there was something else, too.
 
A dark, insidious whisper of desire that was growing louder, more insistent, with every passing second.
 
"I... I can't," she whimpered, her voice a muffled protest against his skin.
 
"Yes, you can," Anjali said, her voice a firm, commanding whisper. "You will. Think about it, Neetu. Think about how it felt when I went down on you. How good it felt. How I made you feel. You enjoyed it, didn't you? You felt good, right?"
 
Neetu could only nod, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal.
 
"Of course you did," Anjali continued, her voice a seductive, persuasive purr. "It's a beautiful, intimate act. A way to give pleasure, to receive pleasure. You deserve to feel good, Neetu. And so does Rohan. He's been so good to us, so patient. He deserves to enjoy it too, doesn't he? Don't you want to make him feel good, Neetu? Don't you want to give him the same pleasure he gave you?"
 
The words were a carefully crafted web of logic and emotion, designed to bypass Neetu's rational mind and appeal directly to her deepest, most primal desires.
 
And it was working.
 
Neetu could feel her resistance crumbling, her body yearning for the connection, the intimacy, the power of the act.
 
"Open your mouth, Neetu," Anjali commanded, her voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "Just a little. Let me in. Let him in."
 
With a final, shaky breath, Neetu relented.
 
She parted her lips, just a fraction of an inch, a small, hesitant gesture of surrender.

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