Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Her fingers trembled slightly as they made contact with his skin, the heat of him sending a jolt of pure sensation through her. She could feel the steady thrum of his heart against her fingertips, a rapid, rhythmic beat that seemed to echo the frantic pounding of her own heart.
 
Rohan's hands came up to cover hers, his fingers lacing through hers as he guided her hand across his chest.
 
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 further, a traitorous response to the pleasure that she couldn't control.
 
  
  
The air in the fort was thick with unspoken desires and the scent of candlewax and arousal. Neetu's body still tingled from Rohan's kisses, her shoulders marked by his warm, wet mouth.
 
She felt dazed, lost in a haze of sensation that had stripped away her inhibitions layer by layer.
 
Anjali watched them with hooded eyes, her naked breasts rising and falling with each breath. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips as she observed Neetu's pliant state.
 
"My turn again," she announced, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around them all. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan reluctantly pulled his lips from Neetu's shoulder, his eyes dark with hunger as he met his sister's gaze. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked between the two. "I dare you... to feel Neetu's breasts. With your hands. On top of her bra."
 
The words hung in the air like a sudden storm, jolting Neetu from her sensual haze. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock.
 
"Wait... Anjali, no..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. She hadn't expected this, not this level of intimacy. Her breasts were still confined by her bra, yes, but the thought of Rohan's hands on them...