Marisol stood up and walked to the closet. “If you want to seduce him, you should wear something he already loves on us.” She pulled out one of Bharath’s oversized gym shirts--so thin with use and age it was nearly translucent. “No bra. No panties. Just this. And those tiny shorts. Make sure it’s falling off you. He will love your boobs and your pert ass. We are usually dressed in this - maybe in a thong rather than shorts - but we didn’t tonight because of you.”

  Mia took it with a dry mouth.

  Sarah leaned in, eyes sparkling. “When you sit on him ter, he’ll try to pull away. He’ll panic. But we’ll be there. We’ll make it feel normal. Make it feel… inevitable.”

  Marisol’s voice turned sly. “You’ll be soft. Warm. Too close to ignore. And he’ll have nowhere to run.”

  Mia stared at the shirt. “What if he… pushes me off?”

  “We won’t let him,” Sarah whispered. “He needs you. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

  “He’ll panic,” Marisol said. “Out of guilt. Out of fear that he’s betraying me and Sarah. But you’ll be sitting there like a dream. Soft. Close. Untouchable. And he won’t be able to move.”

  “But what if…” Mia’s voice cracked just a little. “What if he only wants me because I’m hot? Because I’m your sister? Because of my…” She paused, her eyes flicking down to her chest, cheeks flushed.

  “Because of your perfect tits? God. How are they so big and still so firm?” Sarah mentioned huffily.

  “Yeah - like you really have something to compin about slut. Have you seen the way Bharath worships yours?” retorted Marisol.

  Mia nodded. “Guys always look. Always want. But it’s never… real.”

  Marisol touched her hand. “He’ll see you. Really see you. Like he saw Sarah. Like he saw me. You think we weren’t scared too? I was terrified. But Bharath… he doesn’t just fall for bodies. He falls for hearts.”

  Sarah added, “And he’s already halfway there with you. You should see how often he looks when he thinks we’re not watching.”

  Marisol leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “By the way when you sit on him and grind him, you’re going to need to be ready for him, you know. He’s thick. Thick enough that your body might need time. I was drooling for the first time I saw him. Sarah was in heaven the first time he entered her. She loves his dick so much she tries to cram it into her mouth every chance she gets. I don’t know how she manages to fit almost all of him in. So you will definitely feel something when you are on him. Don’t get lost in dreaming about what it will feel like inside you. I did the first time I touched him. Luckily he was still a virgin then and not the sex god he is now.”

  Sarah added with a breathless smile, “It’ll stretch you. Make you ache. But you’ll love it. The way we do. Every single inch.”

  Mia let out a soft moan, her thighs twitching. “I want that. I want all of it.”

  Sarah leaned forward, her voice low but unwavering. “It doesn’t make us jealous, Mia. It makes us wet. Because it’s him. Because it’s you.”

  Mia hesitated-just a flicker of tension tightening her jaw. “But just so we’re clear… this isn’t some open thing, right? I’m not signing up to watch random girls throw themselves at him. I’ve seen how people look at Bharath now. He’s popur. Gorgeous. Kind. They’re going to come after him.”

  Marisol’s eyes narrowed, but not at Mia-at the thought. “Let them try,” she said coolly.

  Sarah gave a sharp, knowing smile. “We’re not open. Not to flings. Not to attention. Not to ‘fun.’ This isn’t a dorm sex club. It’s a soul-bond. A family. We chose this. He chose us. No one touches our man unless they’re part of this heart-deep. Not even for a second.”

  Mia blinked. “So even if some other girl tries-”

  “Oh, honey,” Marisol said, voice edged with steel, “there was someone. Melina. Total knockout. Tried to flirt with Bharath right in front of us at that Bachelorette game night. Tossed her hair, licked her lips, leaned all the way into his space.”

  Sarah snorted. “He barely noticed. Offered her the st slice of pizza like he would a cousin. And we-” her smile turned dangerous “-made sure she understood. She’s lucky we liked her enough to send her toward Ravi and Tyrel. If she’d tried harder? We’d have shut her down harder.”

  Marisol’s voice dropped, deadly calm. “Bharath doesn’t even look unless he feels something. And if you think he’s possessive of us?” Her smile sharpened. “We’d break bones before we let anyone else get close.”

  Mia’s shoulders rexed a little, but her voice was still cautious. “So… it’s just the three of you? Forever?”

  Marisol’s eyes didn’t waver. “Yes. This isn’t some experiment. We’re not poly in the way magazines describe. It’s not about numbers or novelty. It’s about him. About us. He’s ours. We’re his. That’s the end of it.”

  Sarah added, “We might get off on watching him with someone we love. That’s what happened when I joined. It made us closer. Made us stronger. But if we don’t trust her, if she’s not part of this heart and soul? Then no. Absolutely not.”

  Marisol leaned in, voice velvet and steel. “And Bharath? You heard him when he said he couldn’t even imagine us with another man. We feel the same. He’s not just our boyfriend. He’s our sun. Our center. He belongs to us.”

  Sarah nodded. “And if you’re worried about us handing him over to just anyone?” She reached forward and squeezed Mia’s hand. “We won’t. Not even for you.”

  Mia’s eyes widened. “Wait… what?”

  Marisol met her gaze evenly. “We want this, Mia. We really do. We see the way he looks at you. We know there’s something there. But it has to be real. Mutual. Earned. If he doesn’t choose you back-if he says no-we won’t push it. Not even for my sister.”

  Sarah’s tone was warm but firm. “This is sacred, Mia. We won’t cheapen it just because it’s convenient. Or hot. Or tempting.”

  There was a pause-thick and warm, but unflinching.

  And then Mia smiled. Slow. Possessive.

  “Good,” she said. “Because no one’s touching my man either.”

  The three of them huddled close now, heads together, voices hushed and plotting.

  Sarah concluded. “So when we start the movie, we will pin him down. The you sit on him and make sure you are pretty much topless. Then you tease. Soft. Subtle. Let him ache.”

  “And we’ll nudge him,” Marisol said. “Little things. Shared memories. Hints. Gnces.”

  They all giggled now, the heaviness lifting slightly, repced with feminine glee.

  But as the ughter faded, Mia’s expression turned more thoughtful. She looked at her sister, then at Sarah.

  “Can I ask something?” she said quietly.

  “Of course,” Marisol said.

  “Why are you okay… sharing him with me? With anyone? I mean - you love him. And you already have him. Why would you want to split that? I know I’ve asked this before and you both answered - but I still need to know.”