Page 26 of Bro Amazing

But it is a mess down here. I wander over to the table in the front hall, thinking it's no wonder they didn't see my note here. It's practically overflowing with mail and pieces of computers and who knows what else.

I grab one of the smaller boxes from my room that I haven't broken down yet and throw everything in there that doesn't belong on the hall table. The only thing interesting on here is the mail, which I keep out. Checking who it's all addressed to, I'm a little surprised to see that my roommates have given me their real names. If I want to google who I'm living with, I can.

If I'm going to keep sleeping with them, and I am because that's what the research requires, maybe I should vet them a little more, like Sasha had suggested. Not that I'm going to tell her she'd made a good point.

I throw out the junk mail and leave just the envelopes that look important, or at least legit. I move through the hallway collecting and throwing things into the box for my roommates to go through after their game. If I'm not allowed to masturbate and I can't write, I might as well make this place more habitable. I'm not sure how long it will take to publish enough books to earn enough to afford my own place again, and I don't want to spend that time living in a hovel.

It feels good to be productive and make this place feel … if not homey, then at least not dirty. I even discover some dusting supplies under the kitchen sink and make the front hallway shine. The only real challenge is all this movement, all thestretching and bending, keeps me hyperaware of the butt plug. So while the cleaning keeps me occupied, it definitely fails at distracting me.

In fact, if I sequence my movements just right, I could probably give myself an orgasm right here with only the toy. Would Helix consider that breaking the rule about not masturbating though? I technically wouldn't havemasturbated, but I would have given myself an orgasm on purpose, and then I might not get my reward. Which I really want.

Right as I'm reaching up into the ceiling corner with the broom, the computer den door opens and Ethan's head pops out for a moment before disappearing again.

"Am I being too loud?" I call. If I was, they should have said something when I started, not when I'm almost done.

All five of the gamers trickle out into the hallway to stare at me still fighting this cobweb.

"Maybe you should order Clarissa one of those sexy maid costumes next, Hel," says Lionel, crossing his arms and looking me up and down.

"Only if you get one for yourselves too." There is no way I'm doing all of the housework around this big house. They said they would pay room and board for being their girlfriend, not for being their girlfriend and their housekeeper.

"What's with the boxes?" asks Ethan. "I thought you'd already moved everything into your room."

"Wait, you're not moving out, are you?" asks Miles, a hint of panic in his voice. "Is this because we gave you a butt plug?"

Setting the broom back in the corner, I notice how they shuffle nervously in place, waiting for an answer. I could mess with them, but I'm not sure they'd find it funny. Or I could negotiate with them. In exchange for my not moving out, I could ask for things to be more defined between us. But they look so nervous, I'm not sure I have the heart to do that to them.

Besides, everything in these boxes belongs to them, and I really would like it put anywhere other than the public areas. Though if how they maintain the public spaces is any indication, I'm almost afraid to see what their bedrooms look like. Maybe there's a reason they come to my bedroom instead of inviting me into theirs.

"No, these are all of the things that don't belong down here." I point to the boxes. "I'm not sure what belongs to who, so you'll have to each dig through to find your stuff to put it away."

"Oh." Lionel wanders over to the piles of junk haphazardly tossed into the boxes. "Maybe we could do that. We'll see."

"But first, are we done with this butt plug?" I shift a little to look at my ass, but you can't see or even tell that the toy is in there with my jeans on. "I couldn't sit down at my desk to work."

"It's late. You should tell your boss not to work you so hard." Lionel moves behind me and undoes my jeans.

Slipping his hand inside, instead of pushing my jeans down past my thighs, he moves straight to my pussy. My embarrassingly wet pussy. I've wanted to touch my clit myself since they closed the door to the computer den, so I'm too relieved to really be embarrassed.

However, Lionel zips right past my desperate clit, sliding through my seam and dipping a finger into my entrance.

"Are you sure you want us to take out your toy? You're soaked." Lionel pumps his finger twice and then adds a second. The pressure, combined with the fullness from the toy, is unbelievable. "Maybe instead you want your toy left in while you get fucked?"

Lionel's finger finally brushes against my clit and it's hard for me to think, let alone stand. I lean back against him for support as I enjoy this little reward. I'd hoped it would be worth it, and he's not disappointing.

"Let me help you," says Miles, coming to kneel in front of me as he reaches for the waist of my jeans.

The rough fabric scrapes my legs as Miles tugs them down and off, but I can barely keep my eyes open. Lionel's finger applies just the right amount of pressure as he rolls tight circles around my sensitive bud. The cool air is a shock as my jeans disappear, leaving my bare pussy suddenly on display right there in our front hall. If Lionel's ministrations didn't feel so amazing, maybe I would be embarrassed and try to cover myself up, but right now I'm too turned on to care.

Miles's hands trail up the inside of my thighs, gently spreading them to give him a better view of how wet his teammate's finger work has made me.

"Such a beautiful sight," says Miles. "I bet it tastes just as good as it looks."

"Give it a go and let us know," says Lionel, pulling his hand away.

I whimper a little as my hips try to follow. I'm not ready for him to stop, not when he was leading me right where I wanted to go. Where I've wanted to go since Helix stuck this toy in my ass.

But I nearly topple over when Miles picks up my leg and drapes it over his shoulder before diving face-first right into where Lionel's hand was a moment again. And it turns out that Miles is as talented with his tongue as Lionel is with his fingers.

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