Puja looked at Sonam.
Sonam looked at Akriti.
The wink went around the three of them like a private switch. Same second. Same cruelty.
They stopped touching themselves.
Just stood there. Dripping. Nipples wet and pointy. Shaved cunts shining. Asses in the tube light. Close enough that the men could smell them and not close enough to use.
Puja folded her arms under her tits.
“You want it, you beg for it. Blunt. No poetry. No ‘I want you tonight’ school version. Say what you are. Say what we are. If you can’t say it, you sit there leaking until you go home.”
Sonam tapped Raja’s jaw with two fingers.
“Start, Bhaiya. You taught me maths on this kind of lap. Now you want the same lap naked. Say it.”
Raja’s cock twitched against his stomach, a thread of precum breaking.
“Please. Sonam. I want you. I want my little sister whom I used to pick up from tuition. I cared for you. I protected you. I let you sit on my lap with a notebook so you could learn equations and now I want that same sister sitting on my lap naked, my pointy dick touching your naked cunt. I want to feel you wet on it. I’m begging. Please sit on me.”
“Filthier.”
“Please let me have you. I used to check if you reached home. I used to scold you for skipping breakfast. I still want to put my cock against my sister’s shaved pussy and hold your ass while you sit where you used to sit with books. I’m begging you to use me like that.”
Sonam’s mouth twitched.
“Stay hard. Don’t you dare touch it.”
Akriti put her foot on the bed between Vivek’s thighs, close enough that her dripping slit was a fact in his face.
“You. The cupboard hugger. Beg.”
Vivek’s voice broke on the first word.
“Akriti, please. I want my little sister. I helped you with science. I waited outside. I told you to sleep before exams. I protected you from cousins and comments and now I’m begging to have you naked. I want you on my lap the way you sat when you were stuck on a chapter, only this time you’re wet and I’m hard and my cock is touching your bare pussy. Please. I want to feel my sister’s ass on my thighs and my precum on your cunt. I’m begging. I’ll do anything you say. Just sit on me.”
“Say sister again.”
“Please, my sister. I spied on you in the bath. I got hard when you bent in the kitchen. Now I want the real thing. Naked lap. Pointy dick against you. I’m begging you to let your Bhaiya have that.”
Akriti dripped onto the sheet near his cock and did not lower herself.
“Good boy. Suffer.”
Puja climbed onto the bed on her knees, straddled Sanjay’s thighs without sitting, her dripping pussy hovering a finger above his leaking head. Heat. No contact.
“Bhaiya. You. Full blunt. Confession. How badly.”
Sanjay’s hands shook in the air, not grabbing.
“Puja, please. I want my little sister. I cared for you. I protected you. I taught you science and maths and how to fill forms. You sat on my lap with a book so you could reach the table and I held your waist so you wouldn’t fall. I’m begging you to sit on that same lap naked. I want my pointy dick touching you with nothing on. I want your wet pussy sliding on my cock and still calling me Bhaiya. I want it so badly it makes me sick. Please. Let me have my sister. Let me feel you drip on me. I’m begging.”
