Slowly, the plan comes together

You don't spend much more time at Emily's after you finish with her brothers. She noticed how long you were gone, and gave you a bit of a weird look when you said goodbye, but the long, wet kiss you left on her lips distracted her well enough to throw off any suspicions.

The next few days, you avoid most of the Fowler family, at least in person. During that same span of times, you take more pictures of yourself than you did in your entire life before it; some of them are simple, innocent selfies, but the vast majority are more illicit. Pictures of your naked body, of your face, mouth open as you fuck yourself, of your fingers wet and sticky with your own wetness. The pinnacle of your efforts is a picture of you, your fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as your roommate Kayla works away in the kitchen in the background of the shot.

Every photo you take, the dozens of cellphone snaps and mirror nudes, are sent to each of the Fowler siblings, Emily, James, and Peter. All three of them fawn over you, calling you gorgeous and sexy. You enjoy their attentions. Every once in a while, you send a photo to a group chat including all three of them-- just to ensure that they understand that they're all in this together.

For the first time in your life, you feel seductive. In control. The fantasy that you never even knew you had before your encounter with Emily on Thursday is coming to fruition, all because of you.

Finally you send them a text. "I'm going to be at your house. Tomorrow. 9 PM." The message goes to all three of them in the same group text, and they all know it. Under your declaration, there's a little marker: READ: Emily, James, Peter.