Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali laughed softly, her breath hot against his ear. "She does. Look how quickly she's giving in."
 
A pause. Then:
 
[Image received]
 
He opened it.
 
There she was, hair loose and slightly messy, no makeup, her simple cotton nightdress soft in the lamplight.
 
Her expression was hesitant, almost shy. But her eyes. Her eyes held everything, longing, fear, a desperate, aching vulnerability.
 
And beneath it all, desire she couldn't quite hide.
 
"God," Anjali breathed. "She's stunning. Those eyes. She's already yours, Rohan. She just sent you a photo from her marriage bed. Think about that."
 
Rohan: Beautiful. You look like you've been thinking about me.
 
Mamta: Maybe I have.
 
Rohan: Tell me what you were thinking.
 
Mamta: You're very demanding for someone who's already seen my photo.
 
Rohan: I'm greedy. What were you thinking?
 
Mamta: I was thinking about the kiss. Your lips. The way you didn't rush.
 
Rohan: I wanted to savor you. I still do.
 
Mamta: You say things that make my heart beat too fast.
 
Rohan: Good. Where are your hands right now?
 
Mamta: Excuse me?
 
Rohan: You heard me. Where are they?
 
Anjali's eyes widened with delight. She kissed his throat. "You're terrible. I love it."
 
Mamta: One is holding the phone. The other is...
 
Rohan: Is what?
 
Mamta: Touching my lips. Where you kissed me.
 
His breath caught. The admission was more intimate than the photo.
 
Rohan: I wish those were my fingers. I'd trace your lips. Slowly. Then I'd kiss you again. Slower this time. Deeper.
 
Mamta: Rohan...
 
Rohan: Would you let me?
 
Mamta: You know I would. That's the problem.
 
Anjali's hand slid lower on his stomach. "She's imagining it right now. Every word you're saying. She's there, in her bed, touching herself, wishing it was you."