" So you've all been defiling the pool house all these years and no one bothered to tell me," Vansh filled the glass up again, and yes, he sounded sulky as hell at being left out. Vansh was a good five years younger than Ashna, who was the closest to him in age. Between the age gap and the fact that he had gone off to boarding school in India at sixteen, he should have been used to the feeling by now.
"Eeew," all his sisters said at once.
Nisha took the glass out of Vansh's hand again. "It's a good thing we let you drink when you're underage."
He was twenty-six and they all knew it.
"It's illegal in the state of California for children to have sex," Trisha said, ruffling Vansh's hair with complete disregard for how much he hated his hair being ruffled. It took a lot of effort to get it to look this good. "And we're the Rajes. You're not allowed to get frisky until you're thirty."
"How are you allowed to be thirty-two and call it 'getting frisky'?" Vansh said, patting his hair in place. "And for the record, I could teach you a thing or two about getting frisky."
Trisha made a gagging face and then smiled. "Of course, baby." She wrapped her arms around Vansh. "You could teach most of us a thing or two about most things. You're our worldly baby brother, the light of our lives."
"The apple of our eyes," Nisha said, joining the hug.
"Our pride and joy," Ashna said, completing the group hug.
"But we are going to have to punch you if you mention sex around us again," Trisha finished up.
As his sisters squeezed him and let him go, the sting of being left out of their nefarious pool house antics, and everything else they always thought he was too young for, died down. "

― Sonali Dev , The Emma Project (The Rajes, #4)