Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
She was wearing a deep maroon saree with a gold border.
 
The silk dbangd elegantly over her curves, the pallu falling in soft folds across her shoulder.
 
Her sleeveless blouse was fitted, hugging her waist and accentuating the swell of her breasts.
 
Her hair was loose, falling in waves around her shoulders, and she'd applied a soft red lipstick that made her lips look fuller.
 
She's even more beautiful than I remembered. Every time I see her, she takes my breath away.
 
The deep maroon saree. The fitted blouse. The loose hair. The red lips.
 
She's a goddess. A goddess in silk and gold.
 
Rohan couldn't breathe.
 
His heart pounded.
 
She's mine. She's going to be mine.
 
This is beautiful goddess is completely mine.
 
He walked toward them, his eyes never leaving hers.
 
"Hi Auntie, You look beautiful," he said softly. He still calls Mamta “Auntie” while they are in the presence of other people.
 
Mamta's cheeks flushed. "Thank you Rohan beta. You are looking handsome."
 
"You look very nice, Rohan," Neetu said, her voice carefully bright. "Are you excited for the movie?"
 
"Hi Neetu, I am very excited for this movie indeed. You look charming today" He smiled at Neetu and gave her a hug.
 
"Thank you so much for all your help sweetheart. I never can forget what you are doing for me." Rohan whispered close to Neetu’s ears. 
 
Neetu blushed. She is so attracted to Rohan.
 
He is her first love. She can never ignore him. His closeness always makes her blush.
 
Anjali stepped forward. "Shall we go in? "
 
They walked into the theater together.