Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan’s hand slipped beneath her saree, finding her bare skin of her thighs.
 
"So soft," he murmured. "I want to feel all of you."
 
His hand moved higher, finding the edge of her petticoat.
 
"I want to touch you," he whispered. "I want to feel you."
 
"Please…"
 
His fingers touched her soft thighs, stroking her gently and moving up.
 
She gasped. "Rohan… Please…"
 
"Shh. Just feel. Don't think. Just feel."
 
She clutched his arm, her nails digging into his skin.
 
"No, please stop, not this..."
 
He understood, he doesn’t want to push too much, he might lose everything. 

He withdrew his hand from her thighs and moved to her navel again.
 
Mamta relaxed a bit. She appreciated him for being gentle when she said no.
 
She looked at him "Are you angry"?
 
"No" he cupped her cheeks, "I can never be angry with you."
 
"I want you, all of you. But I can understand you don’t want me to go there here."
 
"I respect that. But let me feel these." His hand moved to her breasts on top of her blouse.
 
"I want to feel them," he said. "Just for a moment. Just me."
 
"Here?"
 
"No one can see. I promise."
 
She hesitated. Then she nodded.
 
His hand slipped inside her blouse slowly feeling the soft flesh of her breasts, she closed her eyes for a moment.
 
He hand started cupping her breast.
 
She gasped.
 
"So soft," he breathed. "So warm. I've been dreaming about this." He hand is pressing and squeezing.
 
This is the first time he touched her breasts directly.