Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
One of his hands slid up from her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, his thumb finding her nipple through the thin fabric of her kurti and teasing it into a hard, aching peak.
 
"I guess, your mom’s are bigger, right? But yours are too tempting… I need more from you, Neetu. I need to know I can count on you. Completely."
 
His touch was maddening, a perfect blend of possessiveness and pleasure that made her head spin.
 
She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body betraying her mind, responding to him with an eagerness that was both shameful and undeniable.
 
"What... what do you need?" she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as he gently nipped at her earlobe.
 
"I need advice," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
 
"I need to know what she likes. What she dreams about. What makes a woman like her... happy."
 
His other hand slid down, cupping her ass and pulling her flush against him, letting her feel the hard, insistent ridge of his cock through his jeans.
 
"Help me, Neetu. Help me win her over, and I'll make sure you're rewarded. I'll give you anything you want."
 
His words were a dark, tempting promise.
 
He was asking her to betray her mother, to help him seduce the woman who had given her life, and he was framing it as a romantic quest, a noble endeavor.
 
And the worst part was, a part of her wanted to help him.
 
A part of her wanted to see him succeed, wanted to witness the culmination of his grand, seductive scheme.
 
"Rohan... we can't," she whispered, but her protest was weak, half-hearted.
 
Her hands, which had been pressed against his chest in a gesture of resistance, were now clutching his shirt, pulling him closer.