Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu watched as Anjali continued to pleasure him, her mouth working its magic until he collapsed, spent and panting, against the pillows.
 
A glistening trail of his release marked the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with a deliberate, sensual motion of her thumb, her eyes never leaving Neetu's.
 
The fort was silent, save for their ragged breaths.
 
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat and candle wax.
 
Neetu felt a strange mix of emotions: awe at the intimacy she had just witnessed, a lingering, tingling arousal from her own recent orgasm, and a new, sharper wave of apprehension coiling in her stomach. The dare was still hanging in the air, unfulfilled. It was her turn.
  
 
  
 
 
Anjali shifted, turning her body to face Neetu fully.
 
Her eyes, dark and luminous in the flickering light, held a complex mixture of satisfaction, affection, and a renewed, predatory hunger.
 
She reached out, her fingers gently stroking Neetu's cheek, a gesture that was both comforting and possessive.
 
"You see?" Anjali whispered, her voice a husky caress.
 
"You see how beautiful it is? How much he enjoys it?" She glanced back at Rohan, who was watching them with a lazy, sated smile, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. "Now it's your turn, my sweet Neetu. But you're not ready yet. You're still hesitant. Still scared."
 
Neetu could only nod, her throat tight. It was true.
 
Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. The thought of taking him into her mouth, of doing what Anjali had just done with such confident skill, was terrifying.
 
It felt... too much.
 
Too intimate. Too raw.
 
Anjali's smile softened, but the glint in her eyes remained.
 
"I know. That's why we need to get you ready. To make you want it as much as we want you to do it." She looked over at Rohan, her gaze a silent command. "Rohan. Kiss her. Make her feel it. Make her want it."