Pure Harem Virgin Sin-1

ESTHER

The elevator doors opened straight into their penthouse and I stepped out clutching my bag like it could save me. The place smelled expensive. Warm wood, faint cologne, and something darker underneath that made my stomach tighten.

Asher was waiting.

My stepbrother leaned against the island in the open kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. Twenty-seven. Way too good-looking for someone I was technically related to. His eyes dragged over me slowly, from my white sundress down to my bare legs and back up again.

“Esther,” he said, voice low. “You came.”

“Didn’t really have a choice,” I muttered, trying to sound casual. My fingers twisted the strap of my bag. “Mom and your dad basically forced me here while they’re on their honeymoon.”

He pushed off the counter and walked toward me. Each step made my pulse jump. “You say that like staying with us is punishment.”

Before I could answer, two more figures appeared from the living area.

Silas first. Tall, tattooed arms half-hidden under a black shirt, gray eyes locked on me like he was reading every nervous breath I took. Then Finn, golden and cocky, that lazy grin already spreading across his face.

“Damn, princess,” Finn drawled, looking me up and down. “You really filled out since last summer.”

My face burned. I crossed my arms over my chest even though the dress wasn’t that revealing. “Can you not say stuff like that?”

Asher chuckled softly. “He’s right though.” He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I caught the scent of his skin. “You look… different.”

Silas didn’t speak at first. He just watched. That silence felt heavier than anything the other two said.

I swallowed. “I should probably unpack or something.”

“Later,” Asher said. His fingers brushed my wrist as he took my bag from me. The touch lingered a second too long. “We made dinner. Sit.”

They didn’t give me much choice. Finn pulled out a chair at the long marble table while Silas brought over plates. Grilled salmon, asparagus, some fancy rice. It smelled amazing, but I could barely taste it. Not with all three of them sitting around me like this.

Finn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “So tell us, Esther. You got a boyfriend back at college? Some idiot lucky enough to touch you?”

I nearly choked on my water. “That’s none of your business.”

Asher’s eyes sharpened. “Answer him.”

I looked down at my plate. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “No. I don’t.”

Silas finally spoke, quiet but rough. “Good.”

The single word sent heat rushing down my spine. I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together under the table. They noticed. All three of them.

Finn grinned wider. “You’re blushing hard, baby.”

“Stop calling me that,” I whispered, but there wasn’t much force behind it.

Asher reached over and tucked my hair behind my ear again, his thumb grazing my jaw. “You nervous?”

“Yes,” I admitted. No point lying when they were staring at me like this.

Silas leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You don’t have to be. We’ve known you for years. Protected you. But lately…” He paused, eyes dropping to my mouth. “Lately it’s been harder to pretend we only see you as Asher’s little sister.”

My breath hitched. I looked at Asher, waiting for him to shut this down. He didn’t.

Instead he asked, “Does that scare you?”

I hesitated. My fingers tightened around my fork. “It should. This is messed up. You’re my stepbrother. They’re your best friends. If anyone found out—”

“Who’s going to find out?” Finn interrupted, voice playful but his eyes serious. “We’re not exactly planning to post it on the family group chat.”

Asher’s hand landed on my knee under the table. Heavy. Warm. His thumb stroked slowly, dangerously high. “We’ve talked about this. A lot. All three of us. We don’t want to share you with the outside world. Not yet.”

Share me.

The words hung there, thick and filthy even though he hadn’t said anything outright dirty.

I pulled my leg away, but not fast enough. My body was already reacting. Heat pooled low in my belly. My nipples had tightened against the thin fabric of my dress and I knew they could see it.

“I’m not… I’ve never even—” I stopped, embarrassed.

Finn’s grin softened a little. “We know. That’s part of why we want you so bad, Esther. You’re pure. Sweet. Untouched. Makes us want to be the ones who change that.”

Silas watched me carefully. “Only if you want it. We’re not monsters.”

Asher’s hand found my knee again, this time sliding higher, fingertips brushing the edge of my dress. “But we’re also not saints. Been thinking about you too much lately. All of us have.”

The silence that followed felt dangerous. My heart hammered so loud I was sure they could hear it.

I stood up suddenly, needing space. “I should wash the dishes or—”

“Leave them,” Asher said, standing too. He stepped close, towering over me. “Look at me.”

I did. His eyes were dark, hungry, but there was something else there too. Something almost tender.

“You can say no right now,” he murmured. “Tell us to back off and we will. But if you stay… we’re done pretending we don’t want to touch you. Kiss you. Make you feel things you’ve never felt.”

Finn came up behind me, not touching, but close enough that I felt his body heat. “We’ll be gentle at first. Real gentle. Until you start begging us not to be.”

Silas stayed seated but his stare pinned me in place. “Your choice, Esther.”

I stood there between them, breathing fast, my body screaming yes while my brain screamed danger. My stepbrother and his two best friends. In their loft. For two whole weeks.

This was insane.

This was wrong.

But when Asher’s fingers brushed my waist, light and careful, I didn’t pull away.

“I don’t know what I want,” I whispered.

Asher leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Then let us show you. Tonight. No pressure. Just us making you feel good.”

Finn’s voice came from behind me, lower now. “Say yes, baby. Let us worship that pretty little body you’ve been hiding.”

My hands trembled at my sides.

I was standing on the edge of something I knew I couldn’t come back from.

And God help me… I wanted to jump.

Asher’s fingers tightened slightly on my waist, waiting.

Silas finally stood up, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine.

The three of them surrounded me completely now. Waiting.

My voice came out barely audible.

“…Okay.”

The air in the loft shifted instantly.

Asher’s grip on me tightened.

Finn let out a low, satisfied sound.

And Silas smiled for the first time all night. Dark. Hungry.

This was only the beginning.

And I already knew I was in way too deep.