The grand master bedroom was filled with thick, heavy anticipation. Tomorrow Mahi would finally turn 20 — the day the three Thakur brothers had been craving for so long. Tonight was their last chance to go completely feral without touching their precious, innocent baby.

Vihaan, Ishaan, and Aarav lounged on the massive king-sized bed, their shirts long discarded. Their sculpted, muscular bodies glistened under the soft golden lamp light. Mahi sat obediently on a large silk cushion in the corner, dressed in the tiny tight pink skirt and cropped top that Vihaan had personally chosen. The skirt barely covered his smooth, plump ass and soft thighs. His crop top hugged his slim waist, showing off his budding curves. He clutched his teddy bear tightly, cheeks already burning red, eyes wide with nervous excitement.