Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Before Neetu could form another protest, Rohan leaned in and pressed his lips against Neetu's shoulder. It wasn't a quick peck. It was a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, warm and wet.
 
His lips were surprisingly soft, and as he pulled back, he let his tongue flick out, tracing a small, delicate circle on Neetu's skin.
 
Neetu shuddered, a violent, full-body tremor of pure sensation. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips. It felt... incredible. The touch was so gentle, so reverent, it disarmed her completely.
 
She felt her nipples harden, pressing against the fabric of her bra, a traitorous response to the pleasure.
 
Rohan repeated the action on the other shoulder, his lips and tongue working the same magic. Neetu's head lolled to the side, her body going pliant, her resistance melting away under the onslaught of sensation.
 
She was no longer thinking, only feeling.
  
 
"My turn," Neetu said, her voice stronger now, laced with a newfound confidence that sent a thrill through her own body. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan looked at her, his eyes dark with want, the candlelight flickering in their depths and promising untold pleasures. "Dare me."
 
Neetu's gaze flickered between Rohan and Anjali, a bold, mischievous glint in her eyes. She felt a surge of power, of control, as she considered her next move. "I dare you... to kiss Anjali. On the lips. For ten seconds. A real kiss, not just a peck."
 
The air in the fort seemed to crackle with electricity at Neetu's words, the charged silence stretching between them. She knew it was a sin for a sister to kiss her brother on the lips, but she wanted to see what they would do. She didn't know how far Rohan and Anjali had already gone, and she was curious to see their reaction, to test the boundaries of their intimacy.
 
Anjali's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise in their depths, but then a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.