Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan waited a few hours, letting her stew, letting her remember the pleasure, letting the guilt and the desire war within her.
 
Then, he sent the second message.
 
"I need to see you. Not like that. Just... to talk. I feel like we're connected now, you know? And...”
 
“I feel bad about how I left things this morning. With your mom. I think I might have been... too friendly. I was just nervous. I don't want her to get the wrong idea."
 
It was a masterpiece of emotional manipulation.
 
He was framing his interest in Mamta as a social faux pas, a clumsy mistake he needed her help to correct.
 
He was making himself vulnerable, asking for her guidance, all while subtly reinforcing the idea that there was an idea to correct.
 
Neetu's reply was almost immediate.
 
"No! It wasn't too friendly! She really liked you, I could tell. Don't worry about it."
 
Now for the kill.
 
"Really? That's a relief. It's just... she's so cool. And smart. I wish I had a chance to talk to her more, you know? As a friend. To make a better impression."
 
He let the message hang in the air for a minute before adding the final, poisoned barb.
 
"But I guess that's not possible. As I have no reason to come to your house often. Anjali might come to see you, as you and Anjali always meet.”
 
“But for me, I never came to your house except this time. It was probably a one-time thing. Anyway, I was thinking about you all day."
 
He had given her an out, a way to make him happy, to alleviate her perceived guilt, and to feel like she was in control of the situation, all while serving his own agenda.
 
It worked perfectly.
 
"It's not a one-time thing!" Neetu typed back, the words coming fast.
 
"I can fix it! I'll invite you and Anjali over for dinner! Like, this week! Mom's been wanting to have Anjali's family over anyway. It'll be perfect! You can talk to her then!"
 
Rohan smiled, a slow, predatory smile.
 
The trap was sprung.