Page 52 of Bro Amazing

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that," Lionel retorts.

"Right now, we have a better plan than making a schedule," says Miles, smirking.

"That's very true," says Quintin. "Let me get comfortable here."

I notice that they're all in or on their beds as they adjust pillows and blankets. I slide into Ethan's bed. Like Helix's, it's super comfy. They definitely sprang for the good mattresses. Lucky me, now I get to reap the enjoyment.

"Okay, what's happening exactly?" I ask once I'm situated.

There's another flutter of the egg in my pussy and I can't help but arch my back a little.

"That's what's happening," says Helix, wearing the same wolfish grin that he had on last night when he realized where I was sleeping.

"We figured you'd be lonely without us, and we know how much you love your vibrator," says Quintin.

"But this way we get to be part of it." Miles smiles as his hand slips beneath his blankets. "Right there with you."

"So you're controlling this?" I cross my legs, twisting under the covers as the flutters change rhythm.

"Not just me," says Miles. "We're taking turns."

"Tell us what you usually like when you touch yourself," says Helix, laying on top of his blankets as his hand snakes out of view below the camera.

I'm not sure how to fully describe what I enjoy. When I'm alone, I usually focus on direct continual stimulation to my clit until I come, but I suspect that's not going to be exciting enough for them. I try to think of other things I can say. I've lovedeverything my roommates have done when they've touched me. And I love watching them touch themselves. Maybe I can use some of that to spin a sexy enough story for them.

"We never really did get to see much during our deal," Quintin points out.

"Although we're not complaining about what happened," says Lionel. "Just to be clear."

"That whole evening was bomba," agrees Quintin.

"Take off your shirt, Clarissa," Miles says. "We want to see all of your pleasure."

"Yeah, don't hide from us," says Lionel.

Biting my lip, I shift a little as a wave of pleasure flutters through me, courtesy of the egg and … whichever one of them is currently in control of it. It's kind of hot, not knowing who it is. Like that night one of them woke me up by fucking me from behind, never letting me see his face.

"Same rules as last night?" asks Helix, sighing.

"Wait, what's this?" asks Quintin.

"Yes, please." I can't help but smile. My unintentional pause has had a positive outcome. "But if I take it off, you have to too."

If they want to see me, I deserve to see them too.

"Fine," agrees Helix. "We have to tell something personal, then Clarissa will take off a piece of clothing," He explains to his teammates.

Lionel and Quintin both raise their eyebrows, their hands still out of the frame.

"How personal?" asks Miles. "Like, could I say I'm six foot, two and Clarissa would have to take off her shirt?"

"No, that doesn't count. It has to be something I don't already know," I say. "Besides, you're five-nine, tops."

"Ope!" says Lionel, raising a fist to his mouth, but he's barely hiding his smile. "Clarissa is flaming!"

"I love it," says Quintin, settling in more. "She's not a noob anymore, and she's not going to let you backseat game her."

"Fine," says Miles, and while he's not actually pouting, he sure sounds like he is. "Show us how it's done then, Hel."

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