Page 53 of Bro Amazing

"I do a little mantra before our bigger games to get hyped and focused," says Helix.

"Really?" asks Miles. I'm surprised he didn't know this. I assumed they all knew everything about each other.

"Yeah." Helix looks a little sheepish.

"That doesn't count, I already knew that." Helix had been repeating his mantra while fucking me once before one of his games.

"But we didn't know that, so it still counts," argues Miles.

I'm not sure I agree with that argument, but I hadn't specified that the facts need to be new to me. I set down my phone to take off my sweater and throw it over the side of the bed.

"Ugh, no fair, you have way more clothing on tonight," groans Helix.

"But this time there are four of you and only one of me," I point out.

"True," Helix reluctantly agrees. "Your turn."

"What?" It's barely out of my mouth when the vibrations' rhythm switches from pointed intermittent buzzing to two short pulses followed by one long one, causing me to hook one leg over my other, trying to keep my mind on the conversation.

"If you want us to take off our clothes too, you have to tell us a personal fact," explains Helix.

I didn't realize that's what I was agreeing to. I just figured they'd strip every time they got to make the egg vibrate inside me. Now I'm going to have to think of something personal that I'm okay with them still knowing when I walk away at the end of our little agreement.

"I grew up in a small town," I say.

"Not enough," says Quintin, and none of the gamers moves to take off an item of clothing.

Pursing my lips, I try again, "My mom and I have never really gotten along super well, but I'm close to my dad."

"A daddy's girl." Lionel grins as he shucks off his shirt, flinging it out of view.

"And now you're letting us make you our dirty girl," adds Quintin, pulling his own shirt over his head.

I'm enjoying this. The vibrations are amazing, sure, but seeing four of my guys get shirtless at once and knowing they're as turned on as me right now is what's really getting me where I want to go. And where they want to help me go. The dirty words are the cherry on top of the sundae. I never would have pinned myself for someone who enjoys being spoken to in such an inappropriate way, but there are a lot of things I didn't know about myself before I met these guys.

"We've always had barn cats," says Miles, "but when I was little, I would try to bring them inside because I thought they were too cold in the barn."

"Aww, that's adorable." I can just imagine a young Miles chasing the cats around the yard, trying to love them.

"Every time I snuck one in, it'd claw something to shreds and my parents would get so pissed," rebuts Miles.

"Still adorable." I reach under the back of my shirt to unhook my bra, but Helix stops me.

"Stop, shirt first," he says. "I want to see your tits in a bra."

I set the phone down so I can take off the t-shirt I was wearing under my sweater, then pick it back up, snuggling down into the blankets.

"No, no, no," says Quintin, shaking his head. "It's not fair that you're having the comforter pulled up so high. We can't see what we've earned."

Lionel jumps in. "We aren't covering our chests, so you're getting to see everything." He runs his free hand down his chest until it slips out of view.

Folding down the comforter with my free hand, I let the phone camera pan across my chest.

"Is this better?"

There's a corresponding flutter that again has me arching my back and sticking out my tits to the camera. But it doesn't stop immediately. The vibration continues until I'm squirming on the pillow.

"Since you have so many more layers on, we should take double turns," says Quintin. "The first thing I did once we started earning real money was pay off the mortgage on my mom's house."

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