Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan looked at his sister, his eyes still dark with want. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I dare you... to kiss Neetu. On the lips. The way you just kissed me."
 
Neetu could not digest that.
 
She did kiss him just a few minutes before, but the way Rohan kissed his own sister and thinking he is going to do the same, that thought itself made her worry. Her eyes widening in surprise. She looked from Anjali to Rohan, her heart racing.
 
The thought of kissing Rohan like that, with the same intensity and passion he had just kissed his sister, was both terrifying and thrilling.
 
She could feel the weight of their gazes on her, the expectation in the air.
 
"Anjali..." she began, trying to stop this, but her thoughts were completely out of her control. She looked at Rohan, who was watching her with an intense, hungry gaze that seemed to see straight through to her soul. "Okay," she breathed finally, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it."
 
Rohan leaned in slowly, his eyes locked on Neetu's, the moment stretching into eternity.
 
When their lips met, it was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that seemed to arc between them. It started as a soft, tentative kiss, but quickly deepened into something far more intense, something primal and raw.
 
Neetu parted her lips with a soft sigh, her body melting against his as Rohan's tongue explored her mouth. Both his hands came up to cup her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
 
He held her face in both of his hands while claiming her mouth with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and terrifying.
 
Neetu’s body, without her control, responded with equal passion, her own hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer.