Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan: What else would you let me do?
 
Mamta: We shouldn't talk about this.
 
Rohan: But you want to.
 
Mamta: Yes. I shouldn't. But I do.
 
Rohan: Then tell me. It's just words. Just us. No one has to know.
 
Mamta: I don't even know how to say it. It's been so long since anyone...
 
Mamta: Never mind.
 
Rohan: Since anyone what? Made you feel wanted? Desired? Seen?
 
Mamta: All of it. Yes.
 
Rohan: Then let me. Let me make you feel those things. Right now. Tonight.
 
Mamta: How?
 
Rohan: Close your eyes.
 
Mamta: They're open.
 
Rohan: Close them.
 
A pause.
 
Mamta: Okay. But if I close my eyes, how can I read your messages.
 
Rohan: OK, right. Then, now just imagine I'm there. In your room. Sitting on the edge of your bed. My hand on your cheek, just like before. Except this time I'm not stopping.
 
Mamta: I'm imagining it.
 
Rohan: I'm leaning closer. I can smell your perfume. I'm going to kiss you now. Soft at first. Just a brush of my lips against yours.
 
Mamta: And then?
 
Rohan: Then deeper. My hand moving to the back of your neck. Pulling you closer. Your body against mine.
 
Mamta: This is dangerous.
 
Rohan: Are your imagining what I am saying?
 
Mamta: Yes.
 
Rohan: Are you touching your lips again?
 
Mamta: Maybe.
 
Rohan: Don't touch your lips. Touch your neck. Where I would kiss you next.
 
Anjali's breath was ragged against his ear. "She's doing it. I guarantee she's doing it. You have her completely."