Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
"Shhh," Anjali whispered.
 
Her voice a soft counterpoint to the frantic beating of Neetu's heart. "I know Neetu. It's okay if you've never done it before. We'll teach you. We'll guide you. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a beautiful, intimate act. A way to show someone how much you desire them, how much you cherish them."
 
Rohan nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with warmth and admiration. "Please, Neetu? For me? For us?"
 
His voice was a low, hypnotic murmur, designed not to command, but to seduce. "It would mean so much to me. To feel your lips on me, to know that you're the one pleasuring me, just like I pleasured you. There's nothing more intimate, nothing more beautiful."
 
Neetu looked between them, her heart racing.
 
The thought of taking Rohan into her mouth, of tasting him, of pleasuring him in such an intimate way, was terrifying.
 
But there was a part of her, a deep, primal part, that craved it, that yearned for the intimacy of the act, the connection it would create between them.
 
She could feel herself growing wetter again, her body betraying her mind's hesitation.
 
"I... I don't know," she breathed, her voice barely audible in the charged silence of the fort. "What if I do it wrong? What if I... what if I hurt you?"
 
"You won't," Anjali said softly, her hand moving from Neetu's cheek to her shoulder, her touch light but firm, a gentle caress that sent shivers of pleasure through Neetu's body. "We'll be right here with you. We'll guide you. We'll show you exactly what to do. And even if you do it 'wrong,' it'll still be perfect, because it'll be you. Because it'll be us."
 
Rohan leaned in, his breath warm against the nape of Neetu's neck. "Don't think of it as a performance," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel directly to her core. "Think of it as... an exploration. A discovery. Of me, of you, of us. Trust us to guide you. Trust us, Neetu."