Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 

Rohan's pleading turned rhythmic, soft.
 
"Please?" A beat.
 
"Pretty please? Your neck's so pretty and fair."
 
Another. "For your curious lovely brother? One second."
 
"No! Please… Stop begging!"
 
"Just lips, no suck."
 
Her resistance melted under the innocent onslaught, curiosity and that forbidden pull winning. "Ugh, fine… one tiny peck on the neck. Eyes closed."
 
He moved slow as molasses, tilting her head gently with a finger under her chin. His lips brushed the tender spot just below her ear, warm, feather-soft. Then a gentle, lingering press.
 
Anjali squealed softly, a shiver racing down her spine like electricity, goosebumps prickling her arms and thighs clenching involuntarily.
 
"Rohan... ohhh... that sends shivers everywhere. Feels so naughty and good at once." Fear twisted with delight, wrong, but her pussy throbbed wetly now.
 
Emboldened, he added the tiniest suck, pulling back quick. She didn't protest, instead turning to him with sparkling eyes, curiosity ablaze.
 
"My turn?" Without waiting, her lips found his neck, soft nibbles trailing to his collarbone. Innocent, exploratory, her breath hot, teeth grazing lightly.
 
Rohan groaned low, his hand sliding to her lower back, pulling her closer.
 
Hands roamed naturally now, over clothes only.
 
His hand moved down to her sides, thumbs brushing her ribcage. Accidentally… (or not) his palm grazed the outer swell of her big breast.


 
"Hey!" she gasped, swatting but laughing breathlessly, no real anger, just flustered heat. "Watch those hands, perv… I said NO" His touch... sparks straight to my nipples. Hard already.
 
Cuddle deepened organically: She swung her legs over his lap, facing him sideways, her curvy thigh pressing his growing bulge unknowingly. His hand rested high on that thigh, fingers inches from her shorts' hem, tracing sensuous patterns.
 
The air thick with pizza scent and their budding erotic tension, movie credits rolling forgotten.
 
Oven timer blared insistently. "Pizza!" Anjali laughed, sliding off but lingering close, flushed and disheveled. They moved to the kitchen, plates steaming with gooey cheese and chicken, just the two of them at the small table, fairy lights twinkling outside.
 
Started their dinner,  Sensuous and Playful
Anjali took a bite, moaning at the meltiness. "Mmm... perfect."
 
Rohan watched her lips wrap around the slice, his cock twitching at the sight. "Here, try this," he said, tearing off a cheesy bit, holding it to her mouth.
 
She eyed it suspiciously, smirking. "Feed myself, thanks." But his finger brushed her lower lip accidentally, smearing sauce, sending a jolt. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, licking it.
 
"Let me? Please?" Rohan pleaded, eyes locked on her mouth. "Like in movies… romantic."
 
She responded immediately.  "No, weirdo. No romance between siblings. Do it yourself." She pulled back, but giggle betrayed interest, her lips parting slightly, sauce glistening sensuously.
 
"Please, Anju cutie? One bite. Your lips look so kissable." Persistent whisper, leaning in.
 
He fed her slowly, finger lingering on her plump lip, sliding the pizza in. Her teeth grazed his fingertip, tongue brushing it clean. Electric, her mouth warm, wet. "Mmm," she hummed around it, eyes fluttering.
 
"Your turn, feed me," he begged instantly, mouth open playfully.
 
She hesitated, fork hovering. "No way! That's too flirty." Shook head, but sauce on her fingers tempted.
 
"Please? C'mon, fair's fair. "
 
"Ugh, okay… "
 
She scooped cheese, fed him, her finger entering his mouth. Rohan held it gently with lips, sucking slowly, tongue swirling her skin clean, eyes locked intense. Sensuous suction, soft hum. Anjali gasped softly, pulling back with a yank, face burning, pussy clenching at the erotic pull.
 
His mouth... sucking like that. Feels dirty-good.
 
"Rohan! Let us stop this… We came too far…"
 
But stil, they continued like this, alternating feeds, fingers touching lips repeatedly, sucks turning playful-erotic, laughs mixing moans.
 
Pizza devoured amid blushes.
 
"Fun secret night, stop it bro, I don’t think this is right…" she whispered. 

Fear simmered, but cozy desire bloomed.