Puja lowered a millimetre. A kiss of wet to the head. Then up again.
“Worse.”
“Please. I used to tell people I’d break anyone who touched you and last night I paid to touch you and tonight I’m begging anyway. I want you naked on my thighs. I want your ass in my hands and my cock trapped against your cunt like a dog. I want Sonam and Akriti to see what I do with my own sister. I’m begging you not to walk away. Sit. Please sit. I need my little sister on my lap.”
Sonam laughed under her breath, dark.
“They look stupid. I like them stupid.”
The three girls switched places on purpose, so the begging had to be repeated across the wrong laps.
Sonam stood over Sanjay.
“You imagined me in clothes. Beg for this sister too.”
Sanjay stared at her pointy nipples, her dripping shaved pussy, her ass when she turned her hip.
“Sonam, please. I used to ask you about papers like a decent Bhaiya. I want you on my lap naked. I want my cock touching your pussy. I cared about your train and your exam and I still want to hold my friend’s little sister’s ass and feel her drip on me. I’m begging. Sit on me. Let me have you.”
Akriti stood over Raja.
“Your turn for the wrong house.”
Raja’s words came out wrecked.
“Akriti, please. I watched you when I shouldn’t. I wanted Vivek’s sister. I’m begging to have you tonight. Sit on my lap naked. I want my pointy dick against your cunt. I used to tell Vivek to take care of you and I want you to sit where a sister sits and grind on me anyway. Please.”
Puja stood over Vivek, took his hair, made him look at her dripping slit.
“Beg.”
“Puja, please. I want you on my lap. I want Sanjay’s sister naked on me, my cock touching you. I studied with you. I carried your bag. I’m begging to feel your wet pussy on my dick. Please sit. Please let me have you.”
They still did not sit.
They made them say it again, overlapping, three men begging at once like a ruined prayer: little sister, protected, tuition, lap, notebook, now naked, pointy dick, dripping cunt, please, please, please.
Sonam looked at the other two. Another wink.
“When we sit,” she said, “it’s because you begged like that. Not because you packed dinner. Not because you promised support. Because you admitted you want your sisters’ naked asses on the same thighs we used for homework.”
Akriti added, “ORS is for after. Condoms are for when we say. Right now you only get the beg.”
Puja finally, finally let her pussy kiss Sanjay’s cockhead and stay there, not taking him in, just wet heat on the leak.
“Say please one more time, Bhaiya.”
“Please. Sit on me. Let your brother feel you naked.”
She sat.
Not on his cock inside. On his lap. Her dripping cunt flush along the underside of him, ass on his thighs, tits in his face, the exact picture they had been forced to beg for.
Sonam sat on Raja the same way. Naked. Pointy nipples against his chest. Shaved wet dragging on his shaft.
Akriti sat on Vivek. His groan was ugly. Her perfect ass filled his hands because she put them there.
Three little sisters on three laps.
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