Put a load in

Most of the discarded clothes are in other rooms but it seems that there are some in the lounge room too. Ami and Uri must just throw them aside whenever they feel like it. Well, that would explain the condom. Yuck. I grab a basket from the laundry and retrieve the items from the lounge while Uri's eyes follow me. But as I reach down to grab another item of clothing I feel a slimy texture I'm becoming unfortunately familiar with. I look at what I'm holding and see that it's a pair of men's underwear and on the inside at the front has what could only be semen on it. I can feel myself tense up at this once again happening but I try desperately not to show any reaction. With that, I leave the room and put my collection into the washing machine being careful to not grab the underwear the same way. It's then a quick trip to the bedroom where there are piles of discarded clothes spread out around the room. I at least sort them but piling Ami's clothes in one stack and Uri's in another. And while I'm not at all surprised, it seems that every single one of Uri's underwear has semen on the inside like he's cum while wearing them or had a wet dream. God! How has he managed to soil every pair of underwear he puts on? How much does this guy cum? It must be loads. Probably enough to cover someone. Woah! I shake my head and clench my eyes shut to try and halt that train of thought. Where the hell did that come from?! Luckily I hear the dinging from the laundry telling me the first load it did. I quickly head on over to try and distract myself from what's going on inside my head. Just get it done and quick. But as Im hanging up the other clothes I notice that the one set of underwear from the lounge is still slightly stained. So I grab out a bucket in put it in there with cold water to soak. From there I put the remainder of Uri's clothes in the wash having to avoid the plethora of cum landmines in the pile or find my fingers once again covered in his sticky stuff. While this load is starting I head back to the bedroom, mostly to avoid Uri, but I also tidy up in here as well. But as I look at Ami's pile I realize something. That the bras and panties will be more delicate and have to go in those fabric bags when they go in the wash so it doesn't destroy them. And while there aren't many items, Ami certainly doesn't wear anything you could call "plain". Frills and lace, everything is practically lingerie. My eye line catches my own in the nearby mirror while I have one such bra in my hands. As if by instinct, I slowly but surely hold it up against my own chest, watching how it seems to push everything up even more than my current outfit. Well, I definitely have more to work with. I think about trying it on but am stopped but several voices of reason. For one, it probably wouldn't fit, but secondly, it would mean getting undressed from this ridiculous outfit and the into this little pink number. What if Ami walked in on me? What if Uri did? I feel a tingling at the thoughts, though the second is considerably stronger. I quickly throw it into the delicates pile and continue with my task. By the time I've finished sorting I once again hear the telltale dinging of the machine being finished. Damn, that thing works fast. I head over, spotting Uri still being a layabout on the couch, and then pull out the fresh clothes into a basket. Well, fresh might not be the best word since once again there are stains left on all of Uri's underwear. For a moment my anger overwhelms my reason and I grab hold of a pair and go out to confront him.

I hold them aloft as he looks on in amusement. "What the hell is this?" I give them a shake for good measure. He chuckles at me. "They're underwear. Never seen men's before?" I let out a huff of air and turn them to show the stain. "I mean this. Every single pair is like this. What the hell!" But Uri just chuckles again, leans back, and spread his legs wide. "Can't help it, I've got a bunch of jizz stored in these." He grabs his crotch and moves it back and forward causing the fabric of his pants to display the outline of his dick. "Ami certainly doesn't mind. What about you?" I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. This may not have been my best option and the worst thing to do now is get caught up in an argument with him. Just take it easy. "It would just be easier to clean if you didn't do it in every pair." I turn and go back to the laundry but Uri calls out to me. "I'll try to think of a solution then, sweet cheeks." I just dump the stained clothes into a bucket and start scrubbing them. Seeing how many pairs are left to go I grab Ami's pile of clothes and start the machine again before refilling the bucket with clean water and continuing my attempt to clean. After what seems like too long all Uri's underwear are clean, Ami's washing is done, everything is hung up to dry, and my hands have a faint smell that I'm trying hard not to think about. But as I do a last walkthrough I see the bed and think that I should probably wash the sheets too. God knows when the last time they were done was. And when I pull back the covers my question is, kind of, answered by the obvious stain in the middle from what I can only guess is "bodily fluids". I strip the bed and as I'm dragging the sheets to the washing machine I briefly poke my head into the lounge. "Really? Your sheets too?" I hold them in Uri's view. But all he does is shrug. "I'm working on something." I just shake my head. Working on something? What the hell is he talking about? But soon enough the linen is crammed in, powder added, and the machine is started and I think it's safe to say that all the cleaning is done. Well, about as clean as this place is going to get with the two of them living here.

I stomp out to the living room and cross my arms letting out a huff to get Uri's attention. He looks up at me and grins as I unknowingly smoosh my tits together. "I'm done cleaning. Now..." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before I say something that takes me further away from my goal. "Where is my pill." Uri leans back into the couch and shakes his head. "Well, there's one more thing that you've got to clean first. And it's pretty big."