Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali's loose pants rode up slightly from sitting earlier, now hugging the generous curve of her perfect ass and thick, toned thighs, the fabric whispering against her skin with each shift.
 
Her t-shirt clung damply to the swell of her big breasts, accentuating their heavy bounce as she reached for plates.
 
Rohan's hand "slipped" while passing a sponge, his palm brushing her hip over the thin pants, fingers splaying just enough to feel the firm give of her flesh beneath.
 
"Watch it!" she gasped, swatting his arm with a wet dishcloth, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into him, her side pressing warmly against his chest.
 
The heat building between them was palpable, a slow simmer threatening to boil over, his arousal throbbed insistently in his jeans, her nipples straining like diamonds against cotton.
 
By 8:45 PM, the house had fallen deathly quiet, the TV long off, leaving only the distant chirp of crickets outside. Inside, the air thickened with unspoken desire, heavy and intoxicating, wrapping around them like a lover's embrace.
 
Anjali dried her hands on a towel, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her big breasts rising and falling with each anxious breath.
 
She bit her lower lip, plump and still faintly sauce-smeared, stealing a glance at her brother, tall, strong, so familiar yet suddenly so dangerously alluring.
 
The house feels big and scary alone tonight. First time with no parents. His body's so warm... but no more kisses. Liar, I want more. "Um... Rohan?" she ventured, voice soft and vulnerable. "The house feels big and scary alone tonight. First time with no parents around. Can I... sleep in your room? Just talk till we fall asleep?"
 
Rohan's pulse raced like a drumbeat, the opportunity flashing through his mind in vivid, heated detail, sharing a bed with her, bodies close in the dark, building on that stolen kiss from earlier.
 
His cock twitched at the thought, straining against his zipper. "Yeah, sure," he replied, trying to sound casual even as thrill surged through him. "But my bed's tiny, a single. We'd be squished together all night."
 
She bit her lip harder, eyes darting to the floor as her chest heaved, breasts straining the t-shirt with each inhale.
 
The idea of being pressed against him sent a forbidden thrill straight to her core, her panties growing damp with arousal. "Yours or mine, no, too small," she murmured, then her face lit up with a safer excuse.
 
"Parents' room? King bed, plenty of space. Like when we went camping as kids." Safe with him. But his warmth... his scent... God, what if we touch?
 
Rohan nodded eagerly, barely hiding the predatory thrill coiling in his gut. Visions danced in his head, her curves under the sheets, accidental brushes turning intentional. "Perfect," he agreed, voice rough with want. "Go change first? Get comfy."
 
Anjali hesitated, her body humming with anticipation, then nodded, turning toward the hallway with a sway in her hips that she knew he watched.
 
The night stretched ahead, ripe with possibility, the line between siblings and something more blurring into oblivion.