Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
"Truth," Neetu said, choosing what she perceived as the safer option. She was still riding the high of her skydiving story, feeling brave and open.
 
"Okay," Anjali said, leaning forward, her bare breasts brushing against Neetu's arm. "When you were telling that story, you talked about the feeling of surrender. Of trusting the parachute. Have you ever felt that way with a person? That feeling of just... letting go?"
 
Neetu's blush returned, a fascinating tide of pink across her fair skin. She looked down at her hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. "I... I don't think so," she admitted, her voice small. "I've always been too much of a control freak. I worry too much. It's hard for me to let go of that fear."
 
Rohan's voice was a low, soothing rumble, a counterpoint to Anjali's probing. "That's because you haven't been with the right person yet, Neetu. Someone who makes you feel safe enough to fall." He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt through her. "Someone you can trust implicitly."
 
Neetu's heart hammered against her ribs. His words were so sincere, his touch so gentle. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but warmth and understanding. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
 
"Okay, my turn," Anjali said, her voice bright and cheerful, breaking the intense moment. "Rohan. I dare you... to give Neetu a foot massage."
 
Neetu's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you don't have to do that," she said, her voice flustered. "Really, it's okay."
 
"I want to," Rohan said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He moved around the circle, positioning himself at her feet.
 
He took one of her feet in his large, strong hands, and Neetu let out a soft gasp. His hands were warm and firm, and as he began to knead the arch of her foot, a wave of pleasure washed over her. It was an innocent touch, but it felt incredibly intimate.