A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... Off."

Voice cracked, half-hiss, half-whimper. Steven laughed from the desk chair. He scribbled: 6:45 PM: Resistance to inspection. Demerit 4.

"Dad's gonna love this. Evening's lookin' spicy."

I crawled out, cheeks flaming, tissues balled in my fist. Liam's hand lingered a beat too long, sliding down my thigh... bare skin electric under his palm... before he pulled back.

"Trash 'em. Then Steven's side. And arch more next time... makes it easier to... reach."

The hour dragged. Steven's bed yielded worse: Not just tissues, but a pair of my missing panties from last week's laundry, stiff and stained.

"You stole these? Again?" I hissed, holding them at arm's length, the scent... mine mixed with their filth... making my head spin.

"Borrowed," Steven said, standing now, close enough his crotch brushed my shoulder as I knelt. "Smelled you on 'em. Hot. Now, check time."

No warning... his fingers hooked my shorts' waistband, tugging down an inch, exposing the top of my panties. Cool air hit, and his hand followed: Palm flat on my lower back, sliding south to cup between my legs under my shorts. Not inside my panties, but pressing, the heel of his hand grinding against my mound through the layer.

"Yeah... soaked. Progress, huh? Log it."

I bucked... instinct, shame-fueled... but it only pressed me harder into his touch, a gasp slipping free. Wet. Obvious now, the fabric clinging. Why does it do this? The pressure, the eyes, the wrongness... it's like my ...

... pussy's got a mind of its own, clenching around nothing, begging for what my brain screams no to.

"Stop," I whispered, voice breathy, defeated. Demerit 5 incoming, I knew it.

He released, smirking as I yanked the shorts up. Notebook scratch: 6:50 PM: Arousal confirmed during check. Positive progress, but sass resistance. Demerit 5. The "positive" stung worse than the rest... like they owned that too. And with that the hope to have at least the evening for me is over. Over five points I'd have to expect "consequences"…

By the time the hour ticked over, the room was passable... floors swept, trash bagged, beds half-made. I stood on shaking legs, thighs sticky, tank damp under my arms from sweat and something hotter.

"I'm done," I said exhausted.

Steven leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide like he owned the space... which, fuck, he kinda did now.

"Done? Nah, sis. Rule 2... full hour means full. Living room next. Vacuum time."

My knees ached from the carpet, thighs rubbing slick with every step as I grabbed the vacuum from the hall closet. The cord tangled around my ankle... clumsy from the haze in my head, that unwanted throb refusing to quit. I yanked it free, harder than needed, and the plug whipped back, smacking the wall with a crack. Liam snorted.

"Careful, or that's slack... demerit 6."

"Shut up," I snapped, flipping the switch.

Steven and Liam followed, "supervising" me in the living room.

The roar drowned them out, but not the heat in ...