Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
Rohan pulled higher, two inches now, the shirt bunching at her ribcage, threatening to unveil the undersides of her glorious tits.
 
A giggle bubbled from her throat mid-kiss, playful sibling mischief igniting as her hands darted down to push the fabric back, fingers intertwining with his in a tug-of-war that paused their lip-lock.
 
"Nooo, Rohan...
 
shirt stays on," she whispered breathlessly, eyes sparkling with naughty defiance, shoving the hem downward firmly while her breasts jiggled enticingly from the motion.
 
He grinned against her lips, refusing to relent, both hands abandoning breasts momentarily to grip the hem together, yanking upward in a slow, insistent pull that dragged the cotton over her navel and up her flat tummy, revealing inch after inch of stunning midriff, smooth, unblemished perfection narrowing to a tiny waist that flared into womanly hips.
 
"C'mon, sis...
 
wanna see all of you bare," he murmured huskily, voice thick with lust, leaning to recapture her mouth as leverage, tongue distracting while his pull continued.
 
Anjali laughed softly, the sound vibrating erotically between them, her push countering, palms flattening on his hands, forcing the shirt halfway down again, covering her navel but leaving her ribs teasingly exposed.
 
The fight was deliciously sibling-like, naughty and competitive, bodies writhing in playful struggle that only heightened arousal, her pussy flooding with fresh cream as his cock nudged her clit through layers.
 
Minutes stretched into a languid battle, Rohan tugging the shirt to mid-breast level, nearly exposing one aureola, only for Anjali to slap his hands away giggling, yanking it down with a triumphant "Mine!" Her magnificent breasts bounced freely under the fabric from the tussle, heavy orbs shifting hypnotically, nipples scbanging cotton into visible peaks.
 
He dove back kissing her neck, sucking the pulse point to weaken her resolve, one hand sneaking under again to pinch a bare nipple, rolling it until she arched moaning.
 
Seizing the distraction, his free hand gripped hem anew, pulling upward decisively, shirt now at collarbone, her stunning breasts fully tenting, shadows playing on their curves.
 
"Rohan! Cheater, kisses unfair!" she squealed, pushing half-heartedly, but her legs wrapped his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer, grinding her soaked crotch on his bulge.
 
The yes-no dialogue wove through touches: "Please, Anjali...
 
bare hug? Skin everywhere." "No way, siblings don't." Tug up.
 
Push down.
 
Kiss interrupt.
 
"Your tits...
 
perfect, need to see." "Pervert bro!" Laugh-push.
 
Long, erotic war, took several minutes, minutes, shirt yo-yoing from waist to neck, her flat tummy flashing repeatedly, navel winking invitingly, breasts heaving with laughter-lust.