Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

Hi All

I don't know how to write a story.  I have been reading stories.  After reading stories written by Shailu (shailu4ever), I wanted try writing a story myself. 

This is my first time writing, it might be choppy and my English might not be as good as others, so please excuse me for all that and please go easy on me. 

It may be messy or bad, but please give it a try.

Prasanna




Little Sis Anjali




Forbidden Curiosity
 

The house was unnervingly quiet. Anjali sat curled on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the rain streak down the living room windows. 

At 18, she was supposed to be at her aunt's wedding reception, but the thought of spending hours answering the same questions about her studies and future marriage prospects had made her feign a headache.
 
Her brother Rohan, two years older at 20, had used a similar excuse. Now they were alone in the house for the first time in years, their parents having left that morning for the three-day journey to their ancestral village.
 
"Want to watch a movie?" Rohan called from the kitchen, returning with two bowls of samosas and glasses of mango lassi.
 
Anjali nodded, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she reached for the remote. "Something romantic," she suggested, her voice soft.
 
Rohan raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as he settled beside her on the sofa. Close enough that their shoulders brushed, sending an unexpected warmth through Anjali's body. She shifted slightly, confused by the sensation.
 
They scrolled through the options, finally settling on a Bollywood romance known for its passionate scenes. As the movie played, they ate in comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on the plot or laughing at the dramatic moments.
 
Anjali found herself increasingly aware of Rohan's presence beside her, the way his arm brushed against hers when he reached for his glass, the deep rumble of his laugh, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the natural smell that was uniquely his. She pushed these thoughts away, blaming them on the movie's romantic atmosphere.
 
Then came the scene. The hero pulled the heroine into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. The camera lingered on their mouths, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Anjali felt her cheeks flush, a strange warmth spreading through her lower body.
 
Rohan shifted beside her, clearing his throat. "Intense scene," he commented, his voice slightly strained.
 
Anjali nodded, unable to speak. She watched as the scene continued, the hero's hands moving to cup the heroine's face, then sliding down her neck to her shoulders. Without thinking, Anjali found herself wondering what it would feel like to be kissed like that.
 
"Have you ever..." she began, then stopped, embarrassed.
 
"Ever what?" Rohan turned to look at her, and Anjali was struck by how handsome he was in the dim light of the living room, his dark eyes seeming to see right through her.
 
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" she finished in a rush, her cheeks burning.
 
Rohan hesitated, then shook his head. "No. You?"
 
Anjali shook her head, relieved they were in the same boat. "No."
 
They fell silent, the movie's romantic score filling the room. Anjali couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, about how it must feel. She glanced at Rohan, finding him already watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.
 
"Do you wonder what it feels like?" she asked softly.
 
Rohan nodded slowly. "Sometimes."