Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
"It is way too much Anjali… No one ever touched me there… " she began to reason, but her body was preparing herself for Rohan.
 
Neetu’s body trembling slightly. As much as she was trying to protest, her body was inviting the intimacy with Rohan.
 
But Rohan was already moving, his hands sliding from her arms to her naked waist as he positioned himself behind her.
 
"It's okay, Neetu," he murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe, he licked the soft skin on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Just a touch. To feel how beautiful you are."
 
Before Neetu could form another protest, Rohan's hands were moving upward, slowly, deliberately.
 
His palms were warm against her ribcage, his fingers tracing the curve of her sides. Neetu held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.
 
Then his hands reached the soft swell of her breasts, still encased in the lacy fabric of her bra.
 
Neetu gasped, her body arching instinctively as his palms cupped her, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above the cups.
 
The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
 
"Rohan..." she breathed, "please..." but it was half protest, half plea. But she was not doing anything to stop him.
 
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he began to massage her breasts gently, his fingers learning the shape and weight of them through the fabric.
 
His lips returned to her shoulder, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. His tongue flicked out, tracing patterns on her flesh as his hands continued their exploration.
 
Neetu's head fell back against his shoulder, her body melting against his. She stopped reasoning.
 
The dual sensations of his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her shoulders was overwhelming, erasing all coherent thought.
 
She could feel her nipples pebbling beneath the lace, aching for a more direct touch that she both craved and feared.