Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
 
They stepped out of the shower, reaching for towels, skin flushed and sensitive.
 
The bathroom was thick with steam, the mirror completely fogged over, like the world outside this moment didn't quite exist.
 
Anjali wrapped a towel around herself, suddenly feeling shy again despite everything they'd just done.
 
Rohan noticed, a soft smile playing at his lips.
 
"Here," he said, taking another towel and gently drying her shoulders, her arms, with careful attention.
 
The gesture was so tender it made her throat tighten with emotion.
 
"You don't have to, "
 
"I want to," he said, using her own words back at her.
 
His eyes met hers in the steamy mirror as he moved behind her, towel gliding down her back.
 
"Besides, you're shivering."
 
She was, though not from cold.
 
His touch, even through the towel, sent electricity through her.
 
He dried her carefully, almost reverently, her back, the curve of her waist, down her legs.
 
When he stood, his hands lingered on her hips.
 
"Better?" he asked softly.
 
Anjali turned in his arms, reaching up to dry his hair with her towel, standing on tiptoe.
 
Water still dripped from the ends, and she worked it through the strands, the domestic intimacy of the act somehow more overwhelming than what they'd just done in the shower.
 
"We should probably get dressed," she said, though neither of them moved.
 
"Probably," Rohan agreed.
 
His hands traced idle patterns on her towel-covered waist.
 
"What do we do now?"
 
Such a loaded question.
What did they do? Pretend this was a normal morning? Make breakfast like they hadn't just crossed every line siblings should never cross?
 
"I'm hungry," Anjali admitted.
 
Her stomach chose that moment to growl, breaking the heavy tension and making them both laugh, real, genuine laughter that felt like relief.
 
"Okay then," Rohan grinned.
 
"Breakfast.
 
We can do that."
 
"We can do normal," she said, trying to convince herself.
 
"Totally normal," he agreed, but the way his eyes darkened as they traveled over her suggested nothing about this day would be normal.
 
They separated to get dressed, Anjali retreating to her room while Rohan went to his.