Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
"Okay," Neetu said, her voice a little shaky.
 
"I dare you... to let Anjali take off your camisole," Rohan said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Just for a minute. Just to see how it feels. To be... free."
 
The word hung in the candlelit air of the fort, heavy and absolute. "Free." Rohan’s voice was a low, hypnotic murmur, designed not to command, but to seduce.
 
Neetu’s breath hitched, her body tensing instantly beneath his hands, which had stilled on her back. The warmth of his palms, which had been so relaxing a moment ago, now felt like brands, claiming ownership.
 
"Rohan..." she began, her voice a shaky whisper of protest. "I... I can't."
 
"Come on Neetu, look at Anjali, she already in her bra for a long time." Rohan gave her a nudge with a seductive voice.
 
"Shhh," Anjali's voice was a soft counterpoint, right beside her ear. Neetu hadn't even realized she'd moved so close.
 
Anjali's hands came to rest on her shoulders, her touch light but firm, a gentle restraint. "It's just a dare, Neetu. It's just fabric. Remember your skydiving story? That feeling of letting go? This is just a tiny version of that. A small leap. We'll catch you."
 
Her words were a masterful blend of empathy and manipulation, twisting Neetu's own confession into a tool for her seduction.
 
Rohan’s hands along with Anjali’s began to move again, but this time with a different purpose. They slid up her back, his thumbs tracing the line of her spine through the thin cotton.
 
He leaned in, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. "Don't think of it as taking something off," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel directly to her core. "Think of it as... revealing what's already there. Something beautiful. Trust us to see it. Trust us, Neetu."