Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, soap and arousal.
 
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.
 
“Anju… listen.” His hand found her knee, a touch that was now familiar, charged.
 
“We’re alone. We’ve… explored. But you won’t let me… go all the way. You said no.” He paused, letting the weight of that refusal hang between them. “But Neethu… she’s coming. Just us. The house is empty.”
 
Anju’s eyes widened. “What are you saying?”
 
“I’m saying,” he breathed, his fingers tracing a slow circle on her thigh.
 
“We could… show her what we’ve learned. Together. We could… seduce her. Slowly. Make her want it. Make her ask for it.”
 
The words were outrageous, a fantasy spun from the raw threads of their own awakening.
 
“What if you ask her to stay the night? Sleepover, like when you were kids.”
 
“We've got the house..., just imagine, what we three can make.”
 
“We can make it unforgettable.”
 
 
 
“You could help me. You know how it feels now. You know what touches… what kisses… work. We could give her that. And I could… finally…”
 
He didn’t finish, but the implication was clear. He could finally experience penetration, the ultimate joining, with someone who wasn’t his sister.
 
 
 
She gasped, hips rocking instinctively.
 
Anju’s initial reaction was a sharp, instinctive recoil.
 
Anjali's breath hitched as his finger circled her clit slowly, sensuous pressure building fresh wetness.
 
Internal turmoil swirled inside her.
 
My best friend? Sharing Rohan? No... but his touch...
 
That desperation in his eyes.
 
"Rohan, you're crazy," she murmured, grinding down, her hand stroking his semi-hard shaft through his open fly.
 
"No! Rohan, that’s… that’s wrong! Neethu's just dropping by, notes or something. I won't reveal us. And stop thinking of her? She's my friend. She’s innocent!"
 
 “We were innocent too, Anju,” he countered, his voice soft but relentless.
 
“Just yesterday, just a day back, we were innocent. And now… now we know… we know so much. We could give her that discovery. Together. You and me. A secret… a gift.”
 
His hand moved higher, cupping the side of her face, his thumb brushing her lower lip.