Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan's hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin gently sucking her lips as there is no tomorrow.
 
Neetu made a small sound in her throat, her body melting against his. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily.
 
"Wow," Anjali whispered in Neetu’s ears, Neetu’s eyes still closed as she touched her lips with her fingertips. "Tell me you loved it Neetu.” Anjali’s lips very close to Neetu’s ears. “How do you like it?”
 
Neetu still feeling Rohan’s lips on her lips, the warmth of his mouth, the way he was sucking her lips into his mouth.
 
She was still lingering in that moment. "That was... wow." A whisper came out of Neetu’s.
 
Rohan's voice was thick with desire when he spoke. "My turn," he said, his gaze locked on Neetu. "Anjali. Dare."
 
Anjali looked at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Dare me."
 
Rohan's eyes flickered between his sister and Neetu, a mischievous glint in them. "I dare you... to remove your bra. Right here. Let it drop slowly so we can all appreciate the freedom."
 
The dare hung in the air, charged with electricity. Anjali's breath hitched slightly, she knew where Rohan is going.
 
She could figure out Rohan could not wait to see Neetu’s soft swells that are popping out from her bra.
 
A slow known smile spread across her face. She glanced at Neetu, whose eyes had widened with curiosity and perhaps a hint of envy.
 
"Wait Anjali… don’t you think this is going a bit too much? You don’t have to remove your…"
 
"It’s ok Neetu. Who are here? It is you and my brother. What is wrong with that?" Anjali said, her voice husky with excitement. "We are just friends and I have no hesitation to remove my bra in front of you two…"  She continued, "for freedom…"
 
She knelt gracefully in the candlelit center of the comforter, her hands gliding sensuously up her sides to the thin straps first.