Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan shifted on his cushion, the friction sending a wave of arousal through him. He watched Neetu, his gaze intense, as she fed Anjali.
 
The sight of her full lips wrapping around the berry, the way her tongue darted out to clean her lips, it was a picture of pure sensuality, and it was directed squarely at his sister.
 
He is waiting for those luscious lips wrapping around his hard dick. He know that is going to happen and he is going to get her, his anticipation increasing rapidly.
 
He could not stop thinking about touching her lips. So with a determination, he made his next move.
 
"Alright, my turn," Rohan said, his voice steady but lower than before, dropping an octave that seemed to vibrate against their skin.
 
He reached for a piece of garlic bread, the buttery crust still warm and golden.
 
He looked at Anjali first, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why don't eggs tell jokes? Because they'd crack up."
 
He winked, and the double entendre landed perfectly, sending another wave of laughter through the girls.
 
Neetu, her posture relaxed and filled with warmth, leaned slightly closer, her laughter vibrating in the air.
 
Anjali snorted, a sound that morphed into a giggle as Rohan held the bread out to her. "That's... actually kind of cute, Rohan."
 
"Feed me, my dear brother," she teased, leaning in.
 
Rohan passed the bread to her, but instead of letting her take it from his hand, he held it there, his thumb pressing against her cheekbone.
 
His touch was warm, grounding, but the intent was clear. Anjali took a bite, her teeth grazing his fingertips, a playful nip that made him smirk.
 
He pulled his hand back, but the lingering warmth remained.
 
Then, he turned to Neetu. The air seemed to thin in the room, the sounds of the television fading into the background as he focused entirely on her.