Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali’s eyes moved from her brother to Neetu, her gaze deliberate and calculating, a predator surveying her prey.
 
"Rohan," she said, her voice a low, seductive command. "Dare."
 
Rohan's eyes darkened with anticipation. "Dare me."
 
"I dare you," Anjali said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "to sleep on Neetu." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle over them.
 
"Both of you still have your last piece of clothing on. Neetu has her panties, and you have your briefs. I want you to lie on top of her, your body on her body, pretty much touching each other completely. And I want you to give her a deep kiss on her lips. While you're doing that, your hands can do anything you want. For two minutes."
 
The dare hung in the air, a heavy, suffocating blanket of pure, unadulterated intimacy. For Neetu, it was worse than being asked to remove her panties.
 
This was not just exposure; this was complete and total invasion.
 
To have Rohan, a man, lie on top of her almost-naked body, to feel his weight, his heat, his hard dick pressing against her, to be trapped beneath him while he kissed her and his hands roamed freely... it was a violation so profound, so intimate, it made her head spin.
 
Two minutes felt like an eternity, a lifetime of being completely at his mercy.
 
She was not in a position to say anything. Before she could even open her mouth to form a protest, to utter a single word of dissent, Rohan moved.
 
He rolled on top of her, his movements fluid and confident, a predator claiming its prize.
 
Neetu let out a sharp, involuntary gasp as his weight settled on her, a solid, heavy, and shockingly intimate pressure that stole the breath from her lungs.
 
His naked body was on her naked body, their skin touching, sliding against each other, a symphony of textures and temperatures that was both terrifying and intoxicating.