Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
She grinned, rolling to face him too, mirroring pose, her beautiful face inches closer across the gap but not touching. Dark hair fanned on pillow, full lips curved. "Haha, yeah, you fell off and cried. Baby." Laughter eased nerves, but her eyes flicked to his mouth, remembering the wet tang of tongues. Close enough to smell him, clean soap, boyish musk. Stomach flips.
 
Chatter flowed naturally, time stretching languidly toward 9:45 PM. "college tomorrow sucks," Rohan sighed, fingers idly tracing sheet patterns. "That math test? Forgot everything."
 
Anjali nodded, shifting slightly, her knee accidentally brushing the edge of his thigh across the space, electric spark. She didn't pull away immediately.
 
"Tell me about it. English essay on Shakespeare? Boring. Romeo and Juliet kiss a lot though, like our movie." Blush crept up her fair neck, voice dropping. Why mention kissing? Idiot.
 
Rohan's eyes lit, scooting one deliberate inch closer, shoulders now almost aligned. "Yeah... those kisses looked real. Ours were... practice?" His foot extended under sheets, toes grazing her calf softly.
 
She felt the touch like fire, toes curling, but played cool. "Kinda. But better not think about it." Another inch from him, now their breaths mingled faintly across the shrinking gap. Her breasts rose faster, nipples straining fabric visibly in lamplight.
 
10 PM neared; room dimmer. "Getting chilly," Rohan murmured, arm extending across pillows toward hers. "Hug? Like goodnight thing. Please? Just arms."
 
Anjali's heart skipped, pussy clenching with fresh wetness. "No... too close. Bed's big, we're fine." Voice breathy, not convincing, eyes wide with innocent fear-lust. Want his arms... but siblings hugging in parents' bed? Wrong.
 
He pleaded softly, inching torso nearer, his chest now radiating heat she could feel without touch. "Please, Anjali? Scared of dark too. Brother hug, safe." Fingers brushed her forearm, silky fair skin electric.
 
She shivered audibly, thighs pressing together under covers, but turned deliberately onto her back, then side away, facing left wall, back to him. "No hugs. Sleep now." Liar, body aches for it. Feel him behind me...
 
Rohan paused, respecting, but slowly closed the gap from behind, body heat enveloping like a blanket. First, his chest neared her back, half-inch air. "Just spoon a little? Warmer. Promise no weird." Leg extended, shin pressing her calf gently.
 
**"Rohan... no spooning. That's boyfriend stuff," she whispered, voice trembling, but arched back micro-inch, ass sensing his heat. Goosebumps trailed her arms; pussy throbbed, night pants dampening crotch.
 
Pleading continued, whispers in dark. "Please? Tiny spoon. Your back's cold to look at." Another inch, his chest brushed her shoulder blade over shirt, arm hovering waist. She tensed deliciously, breath hitching.
 
"Mmm... no," but no pull away, enjoyed the enveloping warmth, nipples diamond-hard, clit swelling against fabric. His body's like furnace... cock probably hard again. Feels safe-wrong.
 
10:15 PM: He pressed fully, chest molding to her back, arm wrapping loose over waist, palm flat on her stomach under shirt hem, feeling navel softness. His cock, rock-hard, 7 inches, nestled perfectly in her ass crack over night pants, throbbing heat pulsing through layers. She gasped sharply, cheeks clenching around the ridge, wetness flooding.
 
"Rohan... oh god, it's so hard against me," she breathed, hips twitching involuntarily, grinding back once.
 
"You make it that way... ignore? Feels good though," he groaned low, nose nuzzling her hair, inhaling vanilla. Hand stroked hip sensuously, thumb circling bone.