Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan pulled back, his lips glistening, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
 
He looked at Neetu, his eyes dark with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. "Are you ready, Neetu?" he breathed. "Are you ready to try?"
 
Neetu looked from Rohan to Anjali, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
 
The desire was there, a roaring inferno in her belly, but so was the fear, a cold, sharp knot of dread. She had never done this. It was... unknown. Forbidden. Dirty.
 
"I... I want to," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But I... I don't know if I can. It's just... I don't know."
 
Anjali's expression softened, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding that was both comforting and unnerving. "I know, my sweet. It's a big step. But you don't have to do it alone. I'll be right here with you. I'll guide you. I'll teach you. We'll do it together."
 
She took Neetu's hand, her touch firm and reassuring. "Come on," she said softly. "Sit up. Move between his legs."
 
Neetu hesitated for a moment, her body tense with uncertainty, but then Anjali gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and she relented.
 
She moved slowly, awkwardly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of Rohan's attention.
 
She positioned herself between his spread legs, her heart hammering against her ribs, her palms sweating.
 
She was so close to him now, so close to the source of her fear and her desire. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the clean, musky scent of his arousal.
 
"Good girl," Anjali murmured, her voice a low, hypnotic purr.
 
She moved behind Neetu, her hands coming to rest on Neetu's shoulders, her touch a grounding, steadying presence. "Now, lean forward. Slowly. Just bend your head and... kiss him. Right on the tip. Just a soft, gentle kiss. Like you would kiss my lips."