Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[AjitKumar]

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In the other room, Neetu sat in front of her laptop, pretending to work.
 
The screen had been open for nearly an hour.
 
The same page.
 
The same unfinished paragraph.
 
She had no idea what they were talking about outside.
 
But she knew something had changed.
 
She had sensed it for weeks.
 
The way her mother smiled after Rohan left.
 
The way Rohan's voice softened whenever he spoke about Mamta.
 
The way both of them tried to pretend that their conversations were ordinary.
 
They weren't.
 
And the worst part was...
 
Neetu understood why.
 
She knew her mother.
 
She knew how much of herself Mamta had given away over the years.
 
She knew how rarely someone looked at her mother and saw the woman behind the responsibilities.
 
And she knew Rohan.
 
She knew his kindness.
 
His charm.
 
The way he made people feel special.
 
That was what made it hurt.
 
If he had been careless, if he had been selfish, if he had treated her mother like a game, Neetu could have hated him.
 
But he wasn't.
 
And she couldn't hate someone she loved.
 
She closed her eyes.
 
The thought felt like a betrayal.
 
Rohan was the person who made her laugh.
 
The person she trusted.
 
The person she had helped without realizing how far things might go.
 
And now...
 
Now he was sitting outside with her mother.
 
The two people she cared about most.
 
A strange ache settled in her chest.
 
She wanted to open the door.
 
She wanted to stop whatever was happening.
 
She wanted to protect her mother.
 
She wanted to protect herself.
 
But she stayed still.
 
Because another part of her, the part that loved them both, understood something painful.
 
Her mother was not unhappy.
 
Not in the way people usually meant.
 
But she had been lonely.
 
And Rohan had noticed.
 
That was the part Neetu couldn't ignore.
 
A tear formed in her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away.
 
She hated that she understood.
 
She hated that she couldn't simply be angry.
 
The sound of movement outside made her sit up.
 
They were leaving the room.
 
Her heart tightened.
 
She looked at the closed door.
 
For the first time, she wondered if helping them had been the biggest mistake of her life.
 
Not because she didn't want her mother to be happy.
 
But because she was afraid of what happiness might cost.
 
And somewhere between love and guilt, Neetu realized something painful:
 
Sometimes the hardest thing is not losing someone.
 
Sometimes hardest thing is watching two people you love move closer to each other...
 
when you are standing quietly on the other side of the door.
 
 

[prasannas2001]

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The Late Night Conversations after the Kiss
 
The apartment was still. Their parents' room was dark, door closed.
 
Rohan slipped inside like a shadow, but Anjali was already waiting, her door slightly ajar, a sliver of lamplight spilling into the hallway.
 
He entered and locked the door behind him.
 
Anjali was on her bed, legs tucked beneath her. One look at his face and her lips curved.
 
"You did it."
 
Rohan let the smile come. "I kissed her, Anju."
 
A delighted gasp. She patted the bed. "Here. Now. Everything."
 
He dropped beside her, staring at the ceiling, still buzzing. "She was so ready. All that loneliness, all those years, I touched her face and she leaned into it like she'd been waiting her whole life. And the kiss..." He turned his head. "We moved closer. Her hand in my hair. Her body against mine. She wanted it. I can tell"
 
"Of course she did. She's starved." Anjali lay down beside him, her shoulder pressed to his. "And now?"
 
"Now she's lying in her bed, alone, replaying it."
 
"Then don't let her replay it alone." Anjali propped herself up, her dark hair falling around her face. "Message her. Right now. It's late. Her defenses are down. Remind her body what it felt like."
 
Rohan already had his phone out.
 
 
 
Rohan: Still awake?
 
Blue ticks. Immediate.
 
Mamta: Yes.
 
Rohan: Can't sleep?
 
Mamta: You know I can't.
 
Rohan: Good. Neither can I. I keep thinking about tonight.
 
Mamta: Rohan...
 
Rohan: Say my name again.
 
Anjali laughed softly, her breath warm against his neck. "Bold start. I like it." She pressed a kiss just below his ear, and he shivered.
 
Mamta: You're impossible.
 
Rohan: And you kissed me. So what does that make you?
 
Mamta: A fool, probably.
 
Rohan: A beautiful fool, then. The most beautiful one I've ever met.

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Mamta: Flattery.
 
Rohan: Truth. I can still feel it, you know. Your lips. Your hand in my hair. The little sound you made when I pulled you closer.
 
Anjali read over his shoulder. "Oh, she'll melt at that." She kissed his jaw, slow and deliberate.
 
A pause. Then:
 
Mamta: You shouldn't talk about that.
 
Rohan: Why? Does it make you think about it?
 
Mamta: Yes. I know you know that.
 
Rohan: Good. I want you to think about it. I want it to be the only thing on your mind tonight.
 
Mamta: That's very selfish of you.
 
Rohan: I never claimed to be generous.
 
Anjali's lips moved to his collarbone. "Keep pushing. She's already giving you more than she should."
 
Mamta: I should tell you to stop.
 
Rohan: But you won't.
 
Mamta: What makes you so sure?
 
Rohan: Because you're still here. Still reading. Still responding. If you wanted to stop, you would have put the phone down already.
 
A long pause. He could feel her struggling.
 
Mamta: Maybe I don't know what I want.
 
Rohan: I think you do. I think you've known since the moment I kissed you. You're just scared to admit it.
 
Mamta: And what do you think I want?
 
Rohan: Me. More of me. More of what you felt tonight.
 
Anjali's hand slid under his shirt, fingers tracing slow patterns on his chest. "She's not denying it," she murmured against his skin. "That's practically a confession."
 
Mamta: You're very arrogant.
 
Rohan: Am I wrong?
 
The pause was shorter this time.
 
Mamta: No.
 
Mamta: I hate that you're not wrong.
 
Rohan grinned. Anjali bit his shoulder gently.
 
Rohan: Tell me what you're thinking about. Right now. Be honest.
 
Mamta: You first.

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Rohan: Fair. I'm thinking about the way you looked at me before I kissed you. Like you were fighting yourself and losing. I'm thinking about your lips. Soft. Warm. The way they parted when I pulled you closer.
 
Mamta: Rohan...
 
Rohan: Now you. What are you thinking about?
 
A long pause.
 
Mamta: The same thing.
 
Mamta: I can still feel your hand on my face. I touched my cheek after you left. It was still warm.
 
Anjali exhaled against his neck. "Oh, she's so far gone. Look at her. She's been sitting there touching her own face, thinking about you."
 
Rohan: I wish I was there right now. Touching your face again. Except this time I wouldn't stop.
 
Mamta: Don't say things like that.
 
Rohan: Why? Because it makes you imagine it?
 
Mamta: Yes.
 
Rohan: Good. I want you to imagine it. My hand on your cheek. Then your neck. Then lower.
 
Mamta: Rohan. Stop.
 
Rohan: Do you really want me to stop?
 
The pause was agonizing.
 
Mamta: Maybe.
 
Anjali's teeth grazed his earlobe. "There it is. She don’t want you to stop. "
 
Rohan: I want to see you. Right now.
 
Mamta: It's past midnight.
 
Rohan: I don't care what time it is. Send me a photo. I want to see the woman I can't stop thinking about.
 
Mamta: I look terrible. I've been tossing and turning for hours.
 
Rohan: You think that makes me want to see you less?
 
Mamta: You're impossible.
 
Rohan: You keep saying that. And yet you're still here. Still talking to me. Still thinking about my lips on yours.
 
Mamta: One photo. Then you let me sleep.
 
Rohan: Send the photo first. Then we'll negotiate.
 
Mamta: You don't negotiate. You demand.
 
Rohan: And you like it.

[Deepak Sanjeev]

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