Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
"We should be practical. Normal."
 
"Very normal." Her breathing quickened as his hands moved higher, slipping under the hem of her shorts.
 
"But all I can think about," Rohan murmured, stepping between her legs and pulling her to the edge of the stool, "is touching you again."
 
"We just, " The words died as he kissed her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin.
 
"I know," he breathed against her throat.
 
"But I can't get enough.
 
Is that crazy?"
 
"Yes," she gasped, head tilting back to give him better access.
 
"Completely insane."
 
His hands found her breasts through the thin tank top, thumbs circling her nipples through the fabric, and she arched into his touch.
 
"No bra," he noticed, voice thick with appreciation.
 
"No," she admitted, breathless.
 
"Anjali," he groaned, and the raw need in his voice made her clench with want.
 
"What are you doing to me?"
 
"The same thing you're doing to me," she whispered, pulling him into a kiss, deep, hungry, desperate.
 
They broke apart, both breathing hard.
 
"The parents' bedroom," Rohan said.
 
"More space. More comfortable."
 
"We shouldn't, " Even as she protested, she was sliding off the stool, taking his hand.
 
"Probably not," he agreed.
 
"But we are."
 
They left their coffee cooling on the counter, forgot about breakfast entirely, and headed back upstairs, back to the scene of last night's beautiful transgression.
 
Because they had one more day.
 
And they were going to make every moment count.