Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
He could feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and his heart raced. He wanted to win, to see her body as she removes one of the clothing, but he knew he had to lose.
 
He want to make sure Neetu feels confident and see Anjali and him removing their pieces of clothing. That unknowingly pulls her into the game and she gets comfortable with that.
 
He played with a feigned intensity, his thumb wrestling with hers, his body leaning close to hers.
 
Neetu could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his skin, and she was lost in the moment.
 
She fought back, her thumb battling with his, but she could feel herself dominating Rohan in the game. Finally, with a final, decisive move, Rohan lost to Neetu.
 
"Well Played Neetu!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with appreciation and triumph. Neetu's face lit up again, "Good game," she said, with her face filled with confidence.
 
Rohan laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, it is my turn to take off something," he said, his voice low and teasing.
 
He reached up and slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and the white banyan underneath.
 
Neetu's breath hitched as she saw his chest, the muscles rippling under his skin. She felt a rush of desire, a sudden urge to touch him, to run her hands over his chest.
 
She pushed the thought away, thinking that is wrong, he is my friend’s brother…, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
 
The next round was between Neetu and Anjali again.
 
Anjali extended her hand, and Neetu placed hers on top, their palms pressing together.
 
Their fingers intertwined, and they began the game, their thumbs battling fiercely. Neetu's heart raced as she felt the strength of Anjali's grip, the warmth of her skin.