Page 41 of Bro Amazing

I spread my legs a little and run my sweating hands down my thighs from my hip to my knees, gearing myself up for this. It only feels invasive and personal because I'm making it this way. This is business, part of the job they hired me for. I can catalogue each emotion for my notes so I can use these feelings for my heroine. She could masturbate for her book boyfriend. She'd have no problem with it. Probably she'd have fun doing it.

I can do this.

My fingers move closer to the seam of my leggings, but then I glance up and make eye contact with Ethan and I drop my hands, the panic creeping back in.

I can't do this.

"Nope, I can't." I stand up and shake my hands out, trying to release the unsettled tension inside me.

"It was the deal," says Lionel, annoyed.

"Maybe you need a little help getting warmed up," offers Ethan, spreading his hands.

Is he offering to help me warm up himself? He's fucked me in front of all of them before, so it wouldn't be anything I haven't already tried. And I enjoyed being watched much more than I thought I would. Plus, this way he'd make the decisions for me for a while. It's nice to be taken care of once in a while instead of always being responsible all the time.

"We can do that," says Helix with a grin, getting off the sofa and messing with the projector.

I let out a breath, some of the tension leaving my body. Good, we can watch a movie and relax and then if something happens, it happens. No pressure.

Helix flips through a few options and as soon as the movie begins, he sits back on the sofa.

"Clarissa, why don't you sit here with us for a bit. Then you can sit on the table when you're ready." Miles pats a small space on the sofa between him and Quintin.

He doesn't need to ask me twice. I tuck my legs up under me and wrap my hands deeper into my sweater for maximum coziness.

The movie isn't anything I've ever seen before. Or even anything I recognize. The acting is terrible.

And they're half naked.

Nope, now they're completely naked. And fucking each other.

I've never seen pornography despite all of Angela's suggestions that I try it. I was expecting a normal movie, and I'm not sure how to feel about this. I peek at my roommates to gauge their reactions.

They slouch more on the sofa to get comfortable. Quintin's cock is twitching in his sweatpants.Fuck, this is really happening. I'm watching porn with my roommates and they're getting aroused. I have so many questions I want to ask, like do they do this often? Sit around watching porn together? But now is not the time. Mostly because I don't want to draw moreattention to myself and remind them that they put this on to "warm me up" so I can eventually masturbate in front of them.

We sit in silence, watching a female pirate get fucked from behind while she's blowing another pirate. I hate to admit it, but it is kind of hot. Especially the way she's pushed onto each of the cocks by the other. It's almost like the guys are pleasuring each other, in a way. My panties are definitely dampening.

Quintin is already rubbing his cock through his sweatpants, his eyes intent on the fucking pirates.

Watching him touch himself, even if he is still wearing pants, is hotter than the display on the screen. Maybe that's how they'd feel about watching me touch myself. Like they enjoy watching porn, but it's not nearly as good as watching the real thing happening right before their eyes. Knowing they could reach out at any moment and be a part of it too.

"If you take off your leggings, you'd enjoy this movie even more," says Quintin.

There's a glint in his eye as he waits for me to take him up on his challenge.

"It'd probably help you uphold your end of the deal we made too," adds Miles.

I did promise them, and it's my fault for not clarifying. And I did come here for new experiences that I wouldn't normally do in real life. This is my research life, where choices don't count.

So I tug down my leggings to drop them in a heap on the floor by my feet. It's not quite the teasing strip my boyfriends probably hoped they'd get, but it did the job. And it's exciting, but it's also a bit chilly down here. They probably didn't think about the fact that we're in a basement, and didn't turn the heat up a little bit more.

No one pressures me to do anything more though as we watch. My boyfriends obviously don't need any encouragement other than the movie though, because they're all scrunchingdown the front of their sweatpants just enough to pull out their stiff cocks.

They aren't nervous or ashamed to jerk off in front of each other. That confidence is attractive. It also makes me wonder how often they do this, or did this before I moved in.

I cross my legs to stay warm and to clench my thighs together because watching the five of them touch themselves is very sexy. I understand now why they want to watch me touch myself. I'm just not sure I'm ready for that.

Quintin and Miles have other ideas though. They pry my legs apart and each hook one over one of their knees. They don't do anything else, just continue watching, mostly ignoring me. I'm on display, but at least I'm not out in front of them and the sole focus of their attention.

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