Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan sensed that things are getting to a better turn, “Not yet Neetu, but I can’t wait to experience that with a beautiful girl like you”
 
Neetu's eyes widened in shock. "Rohan!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "How come you say that"
 
"Why not?" Rohan asked, his voice a mock pout. "I am just telling the truth, and you are the most beautiful girl, every one in our college dream about you."
 
Neetu’s face turning a deep shade of crimson. She could not say anything.
 
 
 
"Okay, my turn," Anjali said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Neetu. Dare."
 
"Okay," Neetu said, her voice a little shaky.
 
"I dare you... to let Rohan too, put some of this lotion on your back," Anjali said, holding up the bottle of vanilla-scented lotion. "You still look a little tense."
 
Neetu hesitated for a moment, but the thought of Rohan's hands on her skin, combined with the memory of his hands on her feet and Anjali's hands on her shoulders, was too tempting to resist. "Okay," she said, her voice a little breathless.
 
Rohan moved behind her, his hands warm and strong against her cool skin. He poured a small amount of lotion into his palm, and the scent of vanilla filled the air. He began to massage her back, his fingers working their way up her spine, into her hair.
 
Neetu let out a soft sigh, her head falling forward, giving him better access. His hands were strong and sure, and as they worked their way down her back, Neetu could feel the last of her tension melting away.
 
She was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice his hands creeping around to the front, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, just below the line of her camisole.
 
"Okay, my turn," Rohan said, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Neetu. Dare."