Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
His erection pressed insistently against her stomach, and she reached between them again.
 
"My turn," she said, echoing his words from earlier.
 
"You don't have to, "
 
"I want to," she interrupted. And she did.
 
Wanted to make him feel what she'd just felt, wanted to see him lose control the way she had.
 
Anjali sank to her knees, the shower floor hard beneath her, but she didn't care.
 
Looking up at him through the water and steam, she saw vulnerability and desire warring on his face.
 
She started slowly, hand wrapped around his base while her tongue traced the tip, tasting water and salt and him.
 
Rohan's hand came to rest on the wall, his whole body tense with restraint.
 
Taking him into her mouth, she worked him with growing confidence, remembering what had made him gasp and groan last night.
 
The shower added new challenges, water occasionally getting in the way, but somehow that made it feel even more intimate, more gloriously messy and real.
 
"Anjali, I'm close, " His voice was strained, warning her.
 
She didn't pull away, instead taking him deeper, one hand cupping and gently squeezing while her mouth worked faster.
 
His fingers threaded through her wet hair, not pushing, just holding on like she was his anchor in a storm.
 
When he came, she felt the tension release from his entire body, heard her name tumble from his lips like a confession and a prayer all at once.
 
She stayed with him until the last shudder passed through him, then slowly released him.
 
Rohan pulled her up immediately, gathering her into his arms under the still-running water.
 
They stood there, wrapped around each other, hearts pounding in sync.
 
"This is insane," he whispered into her wet hair.
 
"Completely," she agreed, but held him tighter.
 
"We have one more day."
 
"One more day," she repeated, and the bittersweet reality of it made her chest ache even as her body still hummed with satisfaction.
 
They stayed in the shower until the water started to run cold, washing each other with tender care, stealing soft kisses, memorizing every touch.
 
Because tomorrow, their parents would return.
 
And this beautiful, terrible, perfect secret would have to be locked away forever.
 
But they still had today.