Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 

Her body betrayed her with a moan.
 
But "No," she insisted, shoving harder, rolling away slightly.
 
"I said no, we've done enough today."
 
He persisted a third time, voice pleading.
 
"Just the tip? For me? Your little brother's begging."
 
His hard-on pressing, slow push, her wetness welcoming despite her words.
 
Immediate push-back. "Rohan, no! I mean it."
 
Fear and affection warred in her eyes, the emotional depth making her firm.
 
Finally, he sighed, pulling back fully, though his cock ached visibly.
 
"Okay, Anju... whatever you want. I love you too much to push."
 
Relief and lingering lust mixed.
 
They shifted on the bed into a 69 position, her pussy hovering over his face, his cock bobbing toward her lips.
 
"This instead?" she murmured shyly.
 
"Yes," he growled, tongue diving into her swollen pussy lips.
 
He gave her the best oral ever, first-time clumsy laps evolving to masterful suction on her clit, tongue flicking relentlessly while fingers spread her folds.
 
He lapped her juices hungrily, probing her entrance shallowly, humming vibrations against her core.
 
Intense waves built slowly, her thighs quivered, taboo ecstasy peaking as she cried out, orgasm crashing like nothing before, body convulsing, flooding his mouth.
 
Anjali, moaning into his shaft, took her cue.
 
"My turn," she breathed.
 
Lips wrapping around his cock head, tongue swirling the sensitive underside.
 
She bobbed slowly at first, innocent suction growing bolder, deep-throating inch by inch, cheeks hollowing, hand stroking his balls.
 
"Fuck, Anju, your mouth's perfect," he groaned, hips bucking gently.
 
She hummed approval, tasting his pre-cum, until he erupted, hot spurts down her throat, her swallowing eagerly, calming themselves in mutual release.
 
Panting, they untangled, sharing soft kisses tasting of each other.
 
After washing up in the en-suite shower, quick soapy caresses, no more escalation, they dressed up.
 
Anjali in fresh tank and shorts hugging her curves, Rohan in tee and jeans.
 
By the time they collapsed on the couch in the living room, relaxing with arms around each other, it was already 4:00 PM.
 
The movie credits long forgotten, they basked in afterglow.
 
Suddenly, Anjali bolted upright.
 
"Oh shoot, Neethu! My friend said she'd visit around 5 PM just to hand something over."
 
She checked her phone. "It's still 4 PM, we have time." Rohan raised an eyebrow, smirking.
 
"Relax Anju, we have an hour to set things properly."
 
Neetu… His mind remembered… A Devilish idea sparked in his mind… A Cunning smile lingered on his lips…