Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
But as Neetu looked from Rohan's intense, burning gaze to Anjali's encouraging, knowing smile, she knew she couldn't back down.
 
They were both in that state of near-nudity, and she wanted to be with them, to be a part of this intoxicating, forbidden world.
 
She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to convince herself that this was what she wanted, what she needed. "Okay," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "Do it."
 
Anjali smiled, her expression a mixture of tenderness and desire.
 
She moved to Neetu, her movements slow and deliberate, giving the girl time to change her mind.
 
But Neetu just watched her, her eyes wide and trusting, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
 
Anjali knelt before her, her hands gently resting on Neetu's knees.
 
She leaned in, her lips brushing against Neetu's ear. "Just relax, sweetie," she whispered. "I'll be gentle."
 
Her fingers then moved to the button of Neetu's pants, her touch light and teasing.
 
She undid it with a soft click, then slowly drew down the zipper. Neetu held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.
 
Anjali hooked her fingers into the waistband of Neetu's pants, her knuckles brushing against the soft skin of Neetu's stomach.
 
With agonizing slowness, she began to pull them down, the fabric whispering against Neetu's skin as it slid over her hips, her thighs, her knees.
 
As the pants fell away, revealing the last of her hidden flesh, both Rohan and Anjali let out soft, appreciative sighs.
 
Neetu's thighs were a masterpiece of soft, sculpted perfection, smooth and creamy, tapering down to delicate ankles.
 
They were the kind of thighs that begged to be touched, to be kissed, to be wrapped around a man's waist.
 
And her ass... her ass was a thing of beauty.
 
It was firm and round, a perfect, heart-shaped curve that filled out the simple cotton of her panties in a way that was both innocent and utterly provocative.
 
The twin globes were smooth and flawless, a tantalizing promise of the soft, yielding flesh that lay just beneath the thin fabric.
 
Neetu sat there, now in only her panties, her body trembling with a mix of shame and arousal.
 
She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and more turned on than she had ever been in her life.
 
She knew, with a chilling certainty, that there were no more barriers, no more excuses. The night was just getting started.