Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
 
"My turn," Anjali said, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around them all.
 
There was a new edge to it, a playful vengeance that made Neetu's stomach flutter with a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Rohan. Dare."
 
Rohan looked at his sister, his eyes dark with want. "Dare me."
 
Anjali's gaze flickered between Rohan and Neetu, a mischievous, calculating glint in her eyes. "I dare you... to remove Neetu's 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. This was it. The moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. She had asked Rohan to kiss Anjali's breasts, and this was Anjali's perfect, wicked revenge.
 
Her heart began to pound against her ribs, a frantic, wild drumbeat that echoed in her ears. She knew this was way too much.
 
The moment she was topless in front of them, she knew there would be no turning back.
 
She was trembling with fear and at the same time, a dark, thrilling anticipation coursed through her veins. She was not able to decide what to do, to protest or to surrender.
 
While she was in that state of frozen indecision, Rohan moved. He approached her slowly, his movements deliberate and confident.
 
He didn't go to her front, but circled around behind her, his presence a warm, solid weight at her back. Neetu flinched as she felt his fingers brush against her skin, searching for the clasp of her bra.
 
"Shhh," he murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Just relax, Neetu. Let it happen."
 
His fingers were surprisingly deft as they found the hooks. With agonizing slowness, he began to unhook them, one by one.
 
Click. Click. Click.
 
Each soft click echoed intimately in the quiet fort, a countdown to her complete exposure. By the time Neetu fully understood what was happening, the last hook was undone.