Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Anjali booked the tickets and closed her phone and tossed it onto the couch. She went close to Rohan, sitting next to him.
 
"Done. Four tickets. Back row. Corner. Not so popular movie. So the theater will pretty much empty" She sat beside him, tucking her feet up.
 
"You'll have the wall on her left, you on her right. I will be next to you, then Neetu. No one will see a thing."
 
Rohan pulled her close. "You're a genius.", his hands playing with her breasts.
 
"I know." She kissed his cheek. "Now, what are you going to do to her in the dark?"
 
"Whatever she lets me."
 
Anjali laughed. "She won't let you to do anything.”
 
She whispered in his ears, "but do  you know what's the beauty of it? She'll be frozen. Surrounded by people. Her daughter a couple of seats away. " Anjali’s lips touching his ears.
 
"She can't make a scene. She can't even gasp too loud." Her eyes glittered. "She'll have to sit there and take whatever you give her."
 
He could not hold his longing any longer, he pulled Anjali completely in to his lap and he started kissing her.
 
*** 
  
Evening arrived.
 
Neetu sat on her bed, watching her mother prepare.
 
Mamta had been in her room for over an hour. The sound of her wardrobe opening and closing, the soft rustle of sarees being laid out.
 
She's taking a long time. It's just a movie.
 
Neetu pushed the thought away.
 
Mamta in her room, bypassed the simple cotton salwars. 

She bypassed the comfortable kurtas. 

Her fingers found the silk saree at the back, deep purple with a gold border, the one she'd bought for a wedding and never worn. 

The one that made her skin glow. The one that clung to her curves.
 
Why are you doing this?
 
She didn't have an answer. Or rather, she had too many.