Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu's eyes widened slightly, the hazy fog in them clearing just a fraction. She looked from Anjali's mischievous gaze to Rohan's burning one.
 
He was watching her with an intensity that was almost frightening, a raw, undisguised hunger that made her stomach clench and her pussy, still sensitive and throbbing, flutter with renewed interest.
 
"I... I dare you," Anjali said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "to remove Rohan's boxers. Do the honors. Set him free."
 
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. This was it. The point of no return. She had been passive, a recipient of their pleasure, a vessel for their desires.
 
But this... this was an action. This was her participating, her actively unleashing the beast that had been lurking just beneath the surface.
 
She would be responsible for what happened next.
 
A fresh wave of heat washed over Neetu, a mix of humiliation and a terrifying, thrilling arousal.
 
She had never seen a man's... thing... in real life. Not like this. Not in the flesh, hard and ready and wanting her.
 
The thought sent a jolt of pure electricity through her, chasing away the last vestiges of her post-orgasmic haze.
 
She looked at Rohan, a silent plea in her eyes, but she found no mercy there, only a deep, burning expectation. He wanted this. He wanted her to do this.
 
Slowly, hesitantly, Neetu pushed herself up into a sitting position.
 
The movement sent a fresh wave of tremors through her limbs. Her hands were shaking as she reached for him, her fingers hovering just above the waistband of his boxers.
 
The fabric was soft, thin, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard, thick length of him pressing against the cotton, begging for release.
 
She took a deep, shaky breath and hooked her fingers into the elastic band.
 
Her knuckles brushed against the hard, hot skin of his lower abdomen, and she flinched as if burned.