Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

Neetu’s thumbs instinctively brushed against Anjali's nipples, which were already hard points, and she felt a corresponding jolt of pleasure shoot through her own body as Anjali let out a soft sigh.
 
A sense of power, of discovery, began to replace her fear.
 
She started to massage them gently, her fingers learning the weight and shape of them, her touch growing bolder with each passing second.
 
Lost in the sensation, she leaned in, her body moving on pure instinct.
 
Her lips parted, and she pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to the swell of Anjali's left breast, just above the nipple.
 
The skin was warm and tasted faintly of sweet soap and pure woman.
 
Emboldened by Anjali's soft gasp, she did it again, this time closer to the hardened peak.
 
Then, with a surge of confidence she didn't know she possessed, she closed her lips around Anjali's nipple and began to suckle gently.
 
It was a breathtaking view for Rohan. 

He watched, completely captivated, as the shy, trembling girl from moments before transformed into a creature of pure sensuality.
 
He saw the way Neetu's dark hair fell forward, brushing against Anjali's pale skin. 

He saw the gentle, rhythmic motion of Neetu's cheeks as she sucked, and the way Anjali's head fell back, her lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure.
 
The sight of his sister being pleasured by the beautiful, topless Neetu was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, a tableau of forbidden desire that made his own body ache with a need so intense it was almost painful.
 
The fort was filled with the soft, wet sounds of Neetu's mouth and the quiet, ragged breaths of all three of them, a symphony of sensuality that marked their complete and total surrender to the night.