Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Neetu 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 it hurts? What if I... what if I'm not good enough?"
 
"You will be," Anjali said softly, her hand moving from Neetu's hip to her inner thigh, 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 it hurts a little at first, it'll be worth it. I promise. It'll be the most beautiful, most intense pleasure you've ever felt."
 
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... a completion. A joining. A merging of our bodies, our souls, our desires. Trust us to guide you. Trust us, Neetu."
 
The repetition of the word "trust" was the final thread pulling at her resolve.
 
She was trapped between them, a beautiful, hesitant fly caught in a meticulously woven web of affection and desire.
 
She could feel Rohan's chest against her back, the steady thrum of his heart, and Anjali's hand on her thigh, a grounding presence.
 
She closed her eyes, her mind a whirlwind of panic and a terrifying, thrilling spark of curiosity. "Okay," she breathed, the word so soft it was almost inaudible. "But... you have to be gentle. Both of you."
 
Anjali smiled, a triumphant curve of her lips that Neetu couldn't see. "Of course," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We'll be as gentle as a lamb."
 
With that, she began to guide Neetu, her hands moving with a slow, deliberate grace.
 
She helped Neetu to lie back on the pillows, her body a willing, pliant instrument in their hands.