Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Mamta: Flattery.
 
Rohan: Truth. I can still feel it, you know. Your lips. Your hand in my hair. The little sound you made when I pulled you closer.
 
Anjali read over his shoulder. "Oh, she'll melt at that." She kissed his jaw, slow and deliberate.
 
A pause. Then:
 
Mamta: You shouldn't talk about that.
 
Rohan: Why? Does it make you think about it?
 
Mamta: Yes. I know you know that.
 
Rohan: Good. I want you to think about it. I want it to be the only thing on your mind tonight.
 
Mamta: That's very selfish of you.
 
Rohan: I never claimed to be generous.
 
Anjali's lips moved to his collarbone. "Keep pushing. She's already giving you more than she should."
 
Mamta: I should tell you to stop.
 
Rohan: But you won't.
 
Mamta: What makes you so sure?
 
Rohan: Because you're still here. Still reading. Still responding. If you wanted to stop, you would have put the phone down already.
 
A long pause. He could feel her struggling.
 
Mamta: Maybe I don't know what I want.
 
Rohan: I think you do. I think you've known since the moment I kissed you. You're just scared to admit it.
 
Mamta: And what do you think I want?
 
Rohan: Me. More of me. More of what you felt tonight.
 
Anjali's hand slid under his shirt, fingers tracing slow patterns on his chest. "She's not denying it," she murmured against his skin. "That's practically a confession."
 
Mamta: You're very arrogant.
 
Rohan: Am I wrong?
 
The pause was shorter this time.
 
Mamta: No.
 
Mamta: I hate that you're not wrong.
 
Rohan grinned. Anjali bit his shoulder gently.
 
Rohan: Tell me what you're thinking about. Right now. Be honest.
 
Mamta: You first.