Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
His skin was smooth and golden in the candlelight, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down from his navel to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.
 
Neetu watched transfixed, her very attractive big eyes fixed on the erotic reveal. She could feel a surge of arousal so intense it was almost painful, a liquid heat pooling in her belly and spreading through her veins like wildfire.
 
She had always found Rohan attractive, but seeing him like this, bare-chested and vulnerable, was something else entirely.
 
Anjali smiled, her eyes filled with genuine appreciation. "You're gorgeous, Rohan. Absolutely gorgeous."
 
Rohan blushed, but there was a new confidence in his posture. He sat up straighter, unconsciously displaying his chest to its best advantage.
 
The vulnerability he had felt moments before was replaced by a sense of empowerment, of control. He could feel their gazes on him, hot and heavy, and he reveled in the attention.
 
 
 
"My turn," Anjali said, her voice husky with emotion. "Dare for you Neetu."
 
Neetu looked at her, her eyes hazy with arousal. "Mmm…. Dare," she breathed. She knew Anjali has something naughty in her mind.
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Neetu and Rohan, a bold, mischievous glint in them. "I dare you... to touch Rohan's chest. To feel his heartbeat."
 
Feeling Rohan’s chest, a new kind of feeling. Neetu's eyes widened slightly, a fresh wave of panic washing over her. "Wait..."
 
But Rohan was already moving closer to her.
 
He sat in front of Neetu, his hands gently resting on her upper arms. "It would be lovely to feel your hands on my chest Neetu… Please do it for me.
 
It's okay, you can do that" he whispered, his lips close to Neetu's lips. She could feel the heat "Just a touch… on my chest."
 
Before Neetu could say anything, Rohan moved his hands to her hands and pulled hands towards him. Her hands were just following drawn to him as he directed.