Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
"Next round," Anjali said, her voice a husky whisper, breaking the spell.
 
"One, two, three... shoot!"
 
This time, Anjali's hand formed a rock, while both Rohan and Neetu's hands formed scissors. 

Anjali had won.
 
A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. 

She looked from her brother to Neetu, her gaze deliberate and calculating.
 
"Neetu," she said, her voice a low, seductive command. "Dare."
 
Neetu's heart leaped into her throat. "Dare me," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
 
"I dare you," Anjali said, her eyes dark with a predatory light, "to lay down on the bed. In between Rohan and me."
 
The dare hung in the air, a heavy, suffocating blanket of pure, unadulterated intimacy. 

Neetu's eyes widened in horror.
 
To lay down... in between them... almost naked... with only her panties on her body... it felt like a complete and total surrender.
 
It was one thing to be exposed, to be touched.
 
It was another thing entirely to place herself in a position of such absolute vulnerability, to be trapped between their two naked bodies, a willing sacrifice on the altar of their desire.
 
She was not at all comfortable with it. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest, a desperate, frantic plea for escape.
 
But as she looked from Rohan's intense, burning gaze to Anjali's encouraging, knowing smile, she knew she couldn't back down.
 
They had been following the rules, and this was just another rule, another dare in a game that had long since spiraled out of control.
 
"Okay," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender.
 
With a sense of dread and anticipation that made her whole body tremble, she moved to the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the fevered heat of her skin.
 
She lay down on her back, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird, her hands clenched at her sides.
 
Anjali and Rohan moved to her, their movements slow and deliberate, like predators stalking their prey.