A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... squirting over her stepdad's hand while the brothers pinned her. My fingers had flown, chasing that edge until I'd shattered, biting my pillow to muffle the cry. Hate how hot it was. Like me, but worse. I shifted, wincing at the tender throb on my ass... the handprints from yesterday still faint but insistent. A flush crept up my neck. They saw. Touched. And I... got wet?

"Sarah! Breakfast. Now."

Mike's voice boomed from the kitchen, sharper than usual. I groaned, peeling myself up and yanking on yesterday's jeans and a fresh tank... armor, even if it felt flimsy. No time for a shower; Liam was already banging on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up, princess! Some of us gotta piss."

"Fuck off," I muttered, slipping past him with a glare. His grin followed me, that same sharky one from the room. Creep.

The kitchen smelled of burnt toast and coffee. Mike at the head of the table, newspaper folded, a notepad page taped to the fridge like a death warrant. Steven and Liam flanked him, picking at cereal, eyes flicking to me with identical smirks. What now?

"Sit," Mike said, not looking up.

I dropped into my chair, grabbing a bowl, my stomach knotting.

"Slept like shit?"

"Exhausted," I said flatly, spooning cereal. Truth: The orgasm had wrecked me, dreams bleeding into reality... hands on my skin, that unwelcome pulse. "What's with the note?"

He slid the paper across... five rules, written by hand like a lease agreement.

1: Chore uniform standard: Tank ...

... top and shorts only for easy access.

2: Inspection checks for compliance.

3: Progress Log: Demerits for slack, sass, lies... Evening review with body language noted.

4: Evaluation: Weekly audit... reactions factor in progress.

5: Chores: Monday-Friday. Once hired in a job, the schedule can be modified, weekends free if clean log.

"What the fuck is this?" I snatched it, voice pitching. "You... you made this without me? While I was asleep?"

Mike's jaw tightened, but his eyes held steady... darker, almost hungry.

"Family decision. Fair's fair, Sarah. You lied, slacked on chores, whined. This keeps you accountable. Sign it, or pack for the boys' room."

Steven chuckled low.

"We talked it over, sis. Saw how... motivated you got yesterday. This'll help."

Motivated? My pulse hammered, the vid flashing unbidden... me gagged, confessing on camera. They showed him. Oh god.

"You creeps. Plotting like pervs while I..."

"Language," Mike cut in, voice like gravel. "First demerit. Log it, Liam."

Liam pulled out a notebook... the log, already open on the counter... and scribbled: 8:12 AM: Sass at rules. Demerit 1. I stared, throat tight, the spoon clattering into my bowl. Rebellion burned... screw this, I'll run... but the rent, the room, the nowhere-else-to-go... it snuffed it cold.

"What is that now? A log for my mistakes?", I asked shocked.

"Yes, exactly. We will note every time you slack, backtalk, be rude to your supervisors and log your… ...