Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan rode home in a daze, the scent of Mamta's perfume and the taste of her parathas clinging to him.
 
The image of her was burned into his mind: her expressive eyes, her graceful neck, the warmth of her smile.
 
He had felt a connection with her, a spark that was infinitely more potent than the simple, raw lust he felt for Neetu.
 
Neetu was a conquest, a beautiful, delicious fruit to be plucked and enjoyed.
 
But Mamta... Mamta was a mystery to be unraveled, a challenge to be won.
 
She was a woman, not a girl, and the thought of possessing her, of making this sophisticated, beautiful woman gasp his name, was a desire so profound it scared him.
 
When Rohan came home, he found Anjali in their room, scrolling through her phone.
 
She looked up as he entered, a knowing smirk on her face.
 
"So? How was the drop-off? Did you meet her mom?"
 
Rohan didn't even have to answer.
 
The look on his face said it all.
 
Anjali's smirk widened into a full-blown, triumphant grin.
 
"Oh, my God. You've got it bad, don't you? I knew it! I knew you would. She's a total MILF."
 
"She's... incredible," Rohan breathed, sinking onto his bed, his mind still replaying every moment of the morning.
 
"It's not just that she's beautiful. It's... everything. The way she talks, the way she moves. I've never felt anything like it."
 
"So, what's the plan, big brother?" Anjali asked, her eyes gleaming with conspiratorial excitement.
 
"You can't exactly ask her out on a date. 'Hey, Aunty, wanna go catch a movie and then maybe you can ride my cock?' I don't think that'll work."
 
Rohan glared at her, but there was no heat in it.
 
She was right. He was trapped.
 
He had this incredible, burning desire for a woman who was, for all intents and purposes, completely inaccessible.