Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise in their depths, but then a slow, understanding smile spread across her face. "Dare me."
 
"Remove your panties," Rohan said, his gaze unwavering. 

"Your last piece of clothing. I want you to become completely nude. Right now."
 
Neetu gasped, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over her. 

She was surprised, and, she had to admit, a little relieved. 

She had been so sure he was going to choose her, and the thought of it was both terrifying and thrilling.
 
It was... nice of him, in a way, to spare her that final exposure, at least for a moment. But at the same time, she was stunned.
 
He was asking his sister, his own sister, to strip completely naked in front of him and another person. 

The sheer audacity of it, the forbidden nature of the command, sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to her core.
 
Anjali, however, didn't hesitate. She just smiled, a slow, seductive smile, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
 
With a fluid, graceful motion, she slid them down her hips, down her thighs, and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
 
And there she was.
 
Completely, unashamedly nude. 

She stood before them, a breathtaking vision of feminine perfection, her body bathed in the warm, golden glow of the candlelight.
 
Her skin was smooth and flawless, her breasts firm and proud, her stomach flat and toned.
 
And between her legs, a small, neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair pointed the way to the hidden treasures of her sex. 

She was a goddess, a living, breathing work of art, and she was completely, utterly exposed.
 
The sight was so powerful, so overwhelming, that Neetu could barely breathe.
 
She felt a surge of desire so intense it was almost painful, a liquid heat pooling in her belly and spreading through her veins like wildfire.