A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... kicking my pants aside.

Steven whistled soft.

"Lace today? Motivated already?"

"Shut up," I hissed, snatching the shorts from my drawer. Black loose shorts covering half my tigh.

"Those? Nah, sis. I'm sure you've got something better." Before I could snap back, Steven brushed past me and rifled through the drawer himself, fingers delving into the mess of folded clothes like it was his laundry day.

"Here we go." He pulled out the pair I'd hidden at the back: short, tight black spandex shorts, the kind that rode up like a second skin, barely covering the bottom curve of my ass. He dangled them from his fingers, smirking wider.

"These. Uniform standard. Easy access, remember? Put 'em on."

My cheeks burned, pulse hammering as I snatched them, the lace panties shifting uncomfortably. Liam chuckled from the door, blocking any escape. Bastards. No choice. I turned my back.. half-assed privacy… and peeled off the longer shorts, stepping into the black ones instead. They hugged like a vice, the fabric stretching taut over my hips, digging into the lace beneath, the hem cutting high enough that every bend would flash cheek.

I spun back, arms crossed over my chest, thighs pressed tight against the unwelcome squeeze low in my belly.

"Happy now?"

Steven's eyes raked down—slow, approving—lingering on the way the shorts cupped my ass.

"Much better. Now, chores. Log's waiting."

Liam opened me the door and waited for me.

"You are such gentleman, if you ...

... be more kind to me I will vomit right here at your feets."

I stormed angry and flushed out of the room when I felt his hand slapping my ass.

"Keep your hands by yourself."

Behind me I heard Liam giggle.

"I couldn't hold back with these shorts.", I snorted.

In the kitchen I began to clean the mess. I bent for the lower cabinet... shorts riding up... and felt his hand again. Not a slap, a squeeze on my inner thigh, thumb brushing lace.

"Missed a spot, sis.", Liam chuckled.

"Just checking motivation."

Heat bloomed, unwanted, my breath hitching.

"Get off," I hissed, jerking up... but softer, the fight ebbing.

He grinned, pulling the notebook. 6:21 PM: Sass during inspection. Demerit 2.

"Evening review'll be fun."

I slammed the sponge into the sink, suds splashing up my arms.

"Fun? For who, you perv?"

The words slipped out before I could clamp my mouth shut... rebellion's last gasp, hot and futile. Steven's hand was still warm on my thigh, the ghost of his thumb lingering where it had brushed too close to my core. I could feel it: that traitorous slickness building, my body waking up to the wrong cues again. God, why? It's not fair. Not after the diner shift, the leers, Vic's hand on my waist like I was property.

Steven's grin widened, all teeth and triumph, as he uncapped the pen with a deliberate click. The log's pages rustled... already half-filled with their chicken-scratch from the morning: Demerit 1 for my rules sass.

"6:23 PM: ...