Cynthia’s expression shifted from panic to pure exasperation.

She yanked one hand free and grabbed the front of his shirt, shaking him firmly.

"Why would you do this, you idiot, idiot, idiot! Are you trying to ruin everything?!"

Klein chuckled and looked down at her flushed, adorable face "So we can have a threesome tonight,"

Eh? Cynthia stared at him wryly, her mouth falling open in stunned silence.

Meanwhile, Arwen simply turned around without saying a single word as she walked back into the kitchen.

Cynthia blinked rapidly in surprise, still lying pinned beneath Klein.

She craned her neck to see Arwen walking back "Why is she not saying anything?" she whispered. "Is she secretly a cuck... who likes to see her boyfriend make out with other girls?"

Klein let out a soft laugh and pinched her cheek playfully, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers.

"Ow-hey!" Cynthia yelped, swatting at his hand, though the pinch was more affectionate than painful.

"You really need to stop jumping to wild conclusions," he teased, finally releasing her wrists but staying comfortably positioned on top of her.

His free hand brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Arwen’s not the type to explode. She’s probably processing. Or maybe she’s been waiting for this conversation longer than we realized."

He leaned down again, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose "I’m tired of hiding how I feel about you."

Cynthia bit her lip, glancing toward the kitchen doorway again. "She didn’t seem angry..."

Klein stood up first, brushing off his clothes with one hand while reaching down with the other.

He grasped Cynthia’s hand firmly and helped her to her feet.

Together, they walked into the kitchen.

Arwen stood at the stove with her back to them, humming softly under her breath as she flipped a pancake.

"...Arwen,"

Arwen turned around smoothly, "Just a minute. The breakfast will be ready soon."

He let go of Cynthia’s hand and walked over to Arwen.

With careful tenderness, he reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her from flipping another pancake.

"Pretending not to notice will not solve the issue, Arwen."

Arwen paused and looked at them with a bittersweet smile on her lips.

"I know that you love her for a long time," she murmured, her gaze shifting briefly toward Cynthia, who stood a few steps away, watching them nervously.

"And she loves you too. It was obvious in the little things..."

"And I also realized you were holding back because you love me."

Her gaze softened, "Just like both of you... I also didn’t bring it up because I know it will be awkward and it will break the current dynamic."

Cynthia stepped closer with her hands clasped tightly in front of her "Arwen... I am sorry."

Arwen set the spatula down and turned fully toward them. "What are you sorry for, you idiot. We three grew up together, so naturally I know what you think about him."

She let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh. "I didn’t want to be the one who force the conversation and make things weird between us."

Klein gently pulled her closer, sliding his free arm around her waist, and Arwen rested her head against his shoulder.

"You’re not the only one who was scared," Cynthia muttered, wrapping her arms around Arwen’s back.

"I kept thinking... what if this ruins our family and if you feel left out or betrayed?"

"I will never think that, Cyn."

A long silence settled over them. The pancakes on the stove were forgotten for the moment, growing slightly golden at the edges.

Cynthia was the first to pull back slightly, wiping at the corner of her eye with a shy smile. "So... what now? Do we... try? All of us together?"

He looked at both women and a playful smile appeared on his lips "Seems like I will be two-timing from now on."

Arwen chuckled and kissed his cheek "You greedy punk."

She gave his chest a gentle, playful push "Well... I don’t mind.

Cynthia’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she bounced lightly on her toes, "How about we go on a date together today?"

The idea brought a soft smile to Arwen’s face "That sounds perfect."

Klein wrapped one arm around each of their waists, pulling them both closer until they were pressed warmly against him. "How about a threesome?"

A deep blush painted Cynthia’s cheeks as she squirmed slightly in his hold "Y-You are still on that?"

Arwen slipped her hand down the front of his shorts, sliding smoothly beneath the waistband.

Her fingers wrapped directly around his already half-hard cock, gripping it with her fingers.

Klein’s breath hitched sharply. "Arwen..."

"Seems like this dick is so eager to betray me, huh?" she whispered teasingly.

She gave him a slow, deliberate stroke, feeling his dick twitch and thicken instantly in her palm.

Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of precum that had already formed.

( ºΔº ) Cynthia’s eyes widened like saucers as she watched Arwen casually giving him a handjob.

That’s when she realized there are people freakier than her.

Arwen squeezed his dick firmly once more before slowly releasing her grip.

She withdrew her hand from his shorts, holding it up between them.

Then she brought her palm to her mouth and licked it slowly as her tongue glided across her skin.

"Mmm," she hummed softly, a faint blush coloring her own cheeks despite her confident demeanor. "Still tastes the same. Greedy as eve- ah"

Klein suddenly bent down and scooped her up into his arms in one smooth motion.

Arwen let out a startled laugh that quickly melted into a breathless giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Klein!"

He turned toward Cynthia, "Cyn, take over the breakfast... I and Arwen will be a bit busy for a while."

Cynthia snapped out of her shock and giggled "Sure. Don’t worry."