Their Wonder Years: Fall 98

Chapter 186: Experimentations [18+]

He looked at her. Really looked. And at that moment, she didn’t look like a teenager. She looked like a woman with fire in her soul and steel in her spine.

He wanted to try one more thing to really test her love and resolve. Something he knew that both his soulmates would never balk from.

“I don’t want to wait for years Mia. If you are mine, we will find out today.I think I know how to find out if you’re mine and I'm yours Mia but are you ok to share me with Sarah and your sister? They are more than just my lovers. They are mine - mind, body and soul.”

She swallowed hard, hopeful and electrified at the same time that she could actually belong to him tonight. He would be hers and she his - she was certain. She was ready to do anything he asked of her to prove that she was his soulmate.

"You moaned watching me take your sister. Watching Sarah choke and beg. You got off on watching me break them open. But that doesn’t mean you’re ready. I need to see it. I need to know if you can join."

Mia swallowed hard.

A flicker of something darted across her face  -  not fear exactly, but a reckoning.

This wasn’t just about proving her desire.

He was asking her to do something she'd never even imagined doing  -  not with women. Not with her sister. Not with Sarah, whom she adored but had never seen that way until now.

Am I really going to do this?

But when she looked up - when she saw Sarah’s face, open and gentle, full of reverence - and Marisol’s gaze, proud and serene - there was no awkwardness. No doubt. Only welcome.

They weren’t doing this for thrills. They weren’t titillated or shocked.

They were honoring a ritual.

And then Mia saw Bharath’s face.

The way he looked at her - like she was the moon and the firelight at once, like this moment mattered more than anything else in the world - and her breath hitched.

That was all she needed.

For him, she thought.

She would do anything for him.

Even this.

Especially this.

Mia turned to Marisol and Sarah. Her heart thudded against her ribs like a caged bird. “I want to. I want to be yours. All of yours.”

Sarah took her hand gently, brushing her lips over her knuckles. “Then let us show you.”

Marisol stepped behind her, warm hands sliding up Mia’s sides, under her top. “Let us undress you, hermana. Like a gift. For him.”

They moved with aching slowness. Mia let them peel the hoodie from her arms, the tank top from her chest. Her nipples tightened as the cool air kissed her skin  -  but it was their gaze, and the heat of his, that made her shiver.

Sarah dropped to her knees first, pressing a kiss to Mia’s sternum. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, before glancing back at the couch. “He’s watching.”

Marisol knelt too, dragging down her shorts and panties in one smooth motion. Mia stepped out of them, flushed and naked, trembling but upright.

On the couch, Bharath sat like a king  -  legs spread, eyes molten, and an approval already on his lips. One of Sarah’s hands reached for him, wrapping around his length as if to mirror Mia’s rising devotion.

His voice was low, steady. “Make her sing.”

Sarah guided Mia to the rug. “Come here, sweet girl. Let him hear you.”

Mia’s mouth hovered between Sarah’s thighs. Her heart thundered in her ears. But the moment her tongue touched skin, and Sarah gasped, Mia felt something ignite.

“She’s doing it for you,” Sarah moaned, looking toward Bharath. “She wants you to hear how good she is.”

Behind Mia, Marisol gently stroked her hips. “Slower. Let him savor it.”

Mia pressed deeper, her tongue flicking and swirling, desperate to please. “Do you like this, Bharath?” she whispered hoarsely between strokes. “Please tell me you like it.”

Sarah cried out, hips rising. “He’s speechless, baby. Keep going.”

That sent a thrill down Mia’s spine. She moaned softly into Sarah’s core, grinding just slightly against the carpet in helpless arousal.

Marisol’s voice was honey and heat. “He’s hard for you, chiquita. Just from watching.”

“I want to be good for him,” Mia whimpered. “Please - let me make her come. I want him to see it.”

Sarah moaned louder, thighs trembling. Her body crested, her back arching as she cried out Bharath’s name  -  not from habit, but as offering.

Mia lifted her head, lips slick, eyes seeking his. “Did you see me, Bharath? Did I please you?”

“You did,” he said, voice like gravel and fire. “Now show me more.”

Sarah kissed her temple. “Your turn, baby.”

Marisol was already lying back, spreading her thighs. Mia crawled between them, flushed and reverent. “I want you to feel good for him too,” she whispered to her sister. “Let me prove I belong.”

As her tongue began to move, Sarah resumed stroking Bharath’s cock beside him, whispering, “She’s trying so hard for you.”

“She’s trembling,” Marisol gasped, “but she’s perfect.”

Mia moaned, licking faster. “Please tell me when she’s close. I want to see your face when she comes.”

Marisol’s hips bucked. “Now - yes, now - ”

Mia pushed deeper, holding her sister’s thighs as Marisol climaxed with a cry. “She’s yours,” Marisol sobbed. “She’s really yours.”

Bharath leaned forward now, eyes locked on Mia. “Let them return the favor.”

Sarah eased Mia onto her back. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Let us love you for him.”

Sarah straddled her face while Marisol knelt between her legs. Their movements were practiced, reverent - choreographed not for dominance but for devotion.

“She’s dripping,” Marisol whispered. “So ready. So his.”

Mia moaned helplessly, tongue working as Sarah rocked gently above her. Marisol’s tongue found her clit, slow and precise.

“She’s about to break,” Sarah gasped. “Should we let her fall, love?”

Bharath stood slowly, stepping closer. His voice was thunder and scripture. “Make her mine.”

Mia sobbed, body convulsing under them. Her orgasm hit like a wave, endless and sobbing. Her limbs trembled as she cried out his name again and again, as if her soul were pouring out with each breath.

When they drew back, Mia’s face was glazed and glowing, lips parted.

Bharath knelt beside her.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “Did I do well?”

“You did more than that,” he said. “You gave yourself.”

“I came because of them,” she whispered, tears pooling in her lashes. “But it was all for you. Everything I did was to make you want me.”

“I already do,” Bharath said, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

He stood slowly.

“Then let’s find out if you’re my soulmate Mia.”