Puja’s voice was hoarse.
“The next sentence is we don’t pretend we are shocked by our own bodies. We already spied. We already touched ourselves to each other. We already did last night. Now we are sitting here with nothing on and no clip between us.”
Sanjay looked at Puja, then at the other two girls, and did not dress.
“We still meant the support,” he said. “That doesn’t get cancelled because we are hard and honest. But I am not going to sit here and call this only brotherhood. Not after what we just said.”
Raja’s thigh was still against Sonam’s. He did not move it.
Vivek’s hand was on the sheet near Akriti’s knee, not on her, waiting.
Akriti looked at that hand.
“You wanted to watch me bathe.”
“Yes.”
“Then ask for what you want now, with your mouth, in this room. Spying is over. Confession is over. The rest is yes or no.”
Sonam took Raja’s jaw and made him look at her.
“You got hard when I bent down in the house. Say it to me, not to the field.”
“I got hard when you bent down in the house.”
“Good.” Her thumb shook. “Now we know what kind of family this is tonight.”
They stayed naked.
The bottle lay on its side, job finished.
The last confessions sat in the air with the flat fizz of the cold drinks, and whatever happened next would not be able to hide behind a dare.
Nobody reached for clothes.
Sonam sat back on her heels, naked, and pointed at Raja’s mouth first.
“Say it. Not a confession about the bathroom. Tonight. Me. In this room.”
Raja’s eyes went over her because she let them. Hard, pointy nipples. A shaved pussy, neat, already shining. The curve of her ass when she shifted her weight on the mattress. He swallowed.
“I want you tonight, Sonam.”
“Full sentence.”
“I want you tonight. I want to kiss you and touch you and I don’t want to pretend you’re only my sister while I do it.”
“Good.”
Akriti lifted Vivek’s chin with two fingers.
“You. Look first. Then speak.”
He looked. Her nipples were tight in the tube light, darker, standing. Shaved, same as Sonam, a clean split he had only owned in his head behind slats. She turned half away so he had to see her ass, high, exact, the kind of perfect that made his hands useless.
“I want you tonight, Akriti. I want you on me. I want to stop spying and actually have you.”
“Louder.”
“I want you tonight.”
Puja did not use a finger. She took Sanjay’s wrist and put his palm in the air an inch from her breast, not touching yet.
“Bhaiya. You already had me. Say you want me again anyway. Say it while you’re looking.”
He looked. Nipples hard enough to hurt if a mouth was careless. Shaved pussy he already knew by taste and still stared at like new. Ass rounded, marked faintly from last night, still the shape that had wrecked his morning.
“I want you tonight, Puja. I want you again. I want you in front of them.”
“And them,” Puja said, tipping her head at Sonam and Akriti. “If they want it. You don’t get to be greedy only in your skull.”
Sanjay’s voice went rough.
“I want them too if they say yes. Tonight.”
Sonam glanced at Akriti. Akriti nodded once, small, electric.
