Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
"Soon," Rohan said again, his lips brushing Latha’s forehead. "I'll be waiting. And when you come, I'll show you everything. Everything you've ever wanted. Everything you didn't even know you wanted."
 
She nodded in uncertainty, her eyes still dazed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of his touch.
 
"Go now," he said softly. "Before someone sees you. Before anyone can ask questions."
 
She walked to the door, her steps slow and uncertain, as if she were moving through water. Then she turned back, her eyes meeting his.
 
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
 
He smiled, his expression warm and knowing. "For what?"
 
"I don't know…" She shook her head, a confused little smile playing on her lips. "For making me feel… something. For showing me… I don't know what."
 
She left, closing the door softly behind her, and the click of the latch echoed in the silent room.
 
Rohan turned back to Neetu. She was watching him, her eyes wide, her expression a complex mixture of desire and curiosity.
 
"Latha," she said softly. "You want her too."
 
"Yes." He walked back to the sofa, sinking onto it beside her.
 
"She's so innocent." Neetu's voice was thoughtful, almost wistful. "She's like a little bird. So small. So fragile."
 
"I know." He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "That's what makes her so perfect. So untouched. So ready to be shown everything."
 
Neetu was quiet for a moment, her eyes searching his face. Then she said, "You're going to make her yours."
 
"Yes." There was no hesitation in his voice. "She already is. She just doesn't know it yet."
 
"And then what?"
 
"Then we'll see." He pulled her close, kissing her forehead, his lips lingering there. "Then we'll see what else the world has to offer."
 
"You are always my first," he murmured against her skin, his voice soft and reverent. "It will never change. You will always be special to me, Neetu. Always."
 
He kissed her forehead again, then pulled out his phone, his fingers moving quickly across the screen.
 
Rohan: It is Latha. I am going to get her soon to our house.
 
Anjali: What?
 
Rohan: She saw us. I can't leave her like that. She may tell others. I made her feel good. She's going to tell her parents she's coming to get notes from you and come to our house, soon. Let us plan some day when our parents are out.
 
Anjali: Rohan
 
Rohan: She's ours now. All of her.
 
Anjali: You're going to destroy them all.
 
Rohan: I'm going to make them feel alive. There's a difference.
 
He pocketed the phone and smiled, the expression dark and satisfied on his face.
 
The afternoon light was fading, casting long shadows across the room, and he could already see the future unfolding before him, a future filled with soft skin and willing bodies, with innocence surrendered and pleasure discovered.
 
Soon. Mamta. Latha. Neetu. Anjali