Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
"Good girl," Anjali whispered, her voice a low, triumphant murmur. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, open your lips. Just a little. Let him feel you."
 
Neetu's mind screamed in protest.
 
Every instinct, every fiber of her being, was telling her to pull back, to close her mouth, to run away.
 
But she was trapped, caught between the solid weight of Anjali's hands on her head and the hard, insistent presence of Rohan's body beneath her.
 
And there was something else, too.
 
A dark, insidious whisper of desire that was growing louder, more insistent, with every passing second.
 
"I... I can't," she whimpered, her voice a muffled protest against his skin.
 
"Yes, you can," Anjali said, her voice a firm, commanding whisper. "You will. Think about it, Neetu. Think about how it felt when I went down on you. How good it felt. How I made you feel. You enjoyed it, didn't you? You felt good, right?"
 
Neetu could only nod, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal.
 
"Of course you did," Anjali continued, her voice a seductive, persuasive purr. "It's a beautiful, intimate act. A way to give pleasure, to receive pleasure. You deserve to feel good, Neetu. And so does Rohan. He's been so good to us, so patient. He deserves to enjoy it too, doesn't he? Don't you want to make him feel good, Neetu? Don't you want to give him the same pleasure he gave you?"
 
The words were a carefully crafted web of logic and emotion, designed to bypass Neetu's rational mind and appeal directly to her deepest, most primal desires.
 
And it was working.
 
Neetu could feel her resistance crumbling, her body yearning for the connection, the intimacy, the power of the act.
 
"Open your mouth, Neetu," Anjali commanded, her voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "Just a little. Let me in. Let him in."
 
With a final, shaky breath, Neetu relented.
 
She parted her lips, just a fraction of an inch, a small, hesitant gesture of surrender.