Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
After dinner, as Mamta and Anjali were chatting, Rohan cornered Neetu in the small hallway leading to the bedrooms.
 
He didn't say a word at first.
 
He just crowded her against the wall, his body a warm, solid presence that blocked out the light and the sound from the living room.
 
The scent of him, a mix of his cologne and the unique, masculine smell of his skin, filled her senses, instantly weakening her knees.
 
"Did you see that?" he whispered, his voice a low, triumphant murmur against her ear.
 
"Did you see the way your mom was looking at me?"
 
Neetu could only nod, her throat tight, her heart hammering against her ribs.
 
"She's incredible, isn’t she?" he continued, his hands coming up to rest on her waist, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above her jeans.
 
"So smart. So... elegant. So… sexy and so… inviting. I've never met a woman like your mom. You look exactly like her."
 
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
 
"You know, your neck exactly looks like hers. Your face, eyes, lips… every thing of you… look like your mom. I truly admire you and of course your mom. And you're helping me.”
 
“You're making this happen. You have no idea how much that means to me, getting close to your mom."
 
His praise was a potent drug, a soothing balm on her raw, guilty conscience.
 
She wanted to believe he was grateful, that she was a valuable partner in his game, not just a pawn.
 
"I... I'm glad I could help," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.
 
"Oh, you're doing more than helping," he purred, his lips moving from her neck to her jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
 
"You're the key to your mom. She trusts you. She'll listen to you. I want your help dear. I want your help to open your mom's heart."