Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan wasn't just flirting; he was connecting.
 
He was seeing the intelligent, witty, vibrant woman behind the beautiful face, and the combination was intoxicating.
 
As he ate, he watched her.
 
He watched the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the way she tucked that stray strand of hair behind her ear, the graceful way she moved around her small kitchen.
 
He was no longer just looking at Neetu's mom; he was looking at Mamta.
 
And Mamta was a woman he wanted to know.
 
A woman he wanted... more.
 
Neetu, meanwhile, sat quietly, pushing a piece of paratha around her plate.
 
She watched the interaction between her mother and the boy who had taken her virginity just hours ago, and a confusing storm of emotions churned within her.
 
There was pride, that the boy who had chosen her was so charming, so handsome.
 
There was a strange, vicarious thrill in watching him work his magic on her own mother.
 
But beneath it all, a cold, sharp needle of unease was piercing through her post-coital haze.
 
She saw the way her mother's eyes lingered on him, the way her laugh was a little too bright, the way she found excuses to touch his arm.
 
And she knew, with a sinking certainty, that Rohan was no longer just hers.
 
He was a hunter, and he had just spotted a new, far more challenging prey.
 
Finally, the breakfast was over.
 
"Well, I should get going," Rohan said, standing up, the reluctance in his voice palpable.
 
"Thank you so much for breakfast, Aunty. It was the best I've ever had."
 
"The pleasure was all mine, Rohan," Mamta said, walking him to the door.
 
"You must come again. Anjali comes often with Neetu. She is always welcome. But you never came Rohan. You seems to be a very nice boy. You are most welcome anytime."
 
Her eyes met his, and in their depths, he saw an open invitation, a flicker of something that went far beyond simple hospitality.