Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
She could feel the tension melting away, her body relaxing under his skilled touch. He worked his way up to her ankle, his fingers tracing the delicate bone, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind it.
 
Neetu leaned her head back against the pillows, a soft moan escaping her lips. She was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice the look of triumph that passed between Rohan and Anjali.
 
"Okay, my turn," Neetu said, her voice a little breathless. "Anjali. Truth."
 
Anjali smiled, a slow, deliberate smile. "Okay, Neetu. You asked for it. What's the most daring place you've ever had a kiss?"
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock. "Anjali!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "I… I never had sex! But I did kiss once, but I can’t tell you that…"
 
"Why not?" Anjali asked, her voice a mock pout. "You can tell me. We're all friends here."
 
"I... I just can't," Neetu said, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Veto."
 
Anjali's pout turned into a knowing smile. "Okay, veto. But you owe me a dare later."
 
"Deal," Neetu said, relieved to have escaped the question.
 
"Okay, my turn," Rohan said, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Neetu. Dare."
 
Neetu's heart leaped into her throat. "Okay," she said, her voice a little shaky.
 
"I dare you... to let Anjali put some of this lotion on your shoulders," he said, holding up a bottle of vanilla-scented lotion. "You look a little tense."
 
Neetu hesitated for a moment, but the thought of Anjali's hands on her skin, combined with the memory of Rohan's hands on her feet, was too tempting to resist. "Okay," she said, her voice a little breathless.
 
Anjali moved behind her, her hands cool and smooth against Neetu's warm skin. She poured a small amount of lotion into her palm, and the scent of vanilla filled the air. She began to massage Neetu's shoulders, her fingers working their way up her neck, into her hair.