Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu looked from Anjali to Rohan, her gaze lingering on his spent, but still impressive, form. 

"I... I liked it," she breathed, her voice barely audible in the charged silence of the fort. "More than I thought I would."
 
"Of course you did," Anjali said.

Her voice a low, triumphant purr. "It's who you are. It's who we are. We're meant to feel this good. We're meant to share this pleasure."
 
Rohan pushed himself up, his movements slow and deliberate.
 
He reached out, his hand coming to rest on Neetu's cheek, his touch light but possessive. 

"You were... incredible," he breathed, his voice a low, husky murmur. "More incredible than I ever imagined."
 
Neetu leaned into his touch, her body melting against his, her eyes fluttering closed.
 
She could feel the heat of his hand, the rough texture of his skin, the gentle pressure of his fingers, and she felt a surge of affection so intense it was almost painful.
 
She had never felt this way before, this connected, this desired, this... cherished.
 
Anjali watched them, her eyes dark with a knowing, satisfied lust.
 
She could feel the shift in the dynamic, the new, more complex triangle of desire that was forming between them.
 
She was no longer the sole orchestrator, the only one in control. Neetu was no longer just a pawn in her game, a willing participant in their shared fantasy.
 
She was an equal now, a partner, a co-conspirator in their descent into forbidden pleasure.
 
And it was... intoxicating.
 
She moved closer, her body pressing against Neetu's, her hands coming to rest on Neetu's hips, her touch a grounding, steadying presence. "My turn," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "It's my turn to dare."
 
Neetu and Rohan both looked at her, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.