She couldn’t touch herself, though. Not knowing what it was that turned her on.
She couldn’t masturbate to the thought of her brother slipping in between her thighs, his mouth working along her breasts, teasing her higher and higher. She tried, tried forcing her mind to focus on Zach’s friend, but still, every time her pleasure mounted it shifted from him… back to Zach.
A gasp escaped her, and it was cruel punishment that she couldn’t get the thought of him out of her mind.
How good he felt, pulsing against her. How much she wanted it.
But it’s wrong, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time, but her body wasn’t listening. If anything, the fact that it was wrong was only making her think about it more.
She wondered what he was doing. She’d heard him come up the stairs a while ago, and then it was just quiet.
Was it just alcohol? Just him being a bit tipsy and horny and going too far?
Her answer came the next day in a most unexpected way.
* * *
Things were quiet that morning, her brother hadn’t stirred from his room when she finally gave in and just got up. She decided to busy herself with chores, to do the laundry that needed doing.
She carried her basket of fresh, warm clothes up to her room, noting her brother’s door was slightly ajar, though the quiet indicated he’d probably gone out. Probably to avoid her. Maybe it was for the best. He knew he’d gone too far, and that’d be the last of it.
Sorting through and folding her things, she wanted to change her clothes. Get into something freshly cleaned, feel the warm fabric against her instead of what she currently had on. Yet as she got to the end of her pile, she noted the absence of her favourite pair of panties. The ones she hoped to slip into.
They were white, frilly, but with a pink ribbon that laced through the frills and came to a bow in front. To not find them in the wash was confusing, so she searched her drawers, nothing. Poked beneath her bed, where they sometimes slipped… still nothing. She swore she’d worn them the other day and put them in the wash...
She grew worried. They were her favourite! The most comfortable and the sexiest pair she owned. So downstairs she went, checked the laundry room in the basement again, nothing in the dryer, the washer.
Coming back up, she was almost in a panic, thinking she’d lost them. Then her eyes trailed back to her brother’s room, and the vague hint of a suspicion formed…
She moved down the corridor, her feet padding softly upon the carpet. The house was quiet, and she assumed Zach must have gone out. Nudging open his door cautiously all the same, she slowly pried into his room. That dark, messy place riddled with his clothes.
She tiptoed past it all, looking around, wondering…
She wasn’t sure where to look or even what she might find, but she went to his laptop by his bed, found it still on and not locked out. Surprisingly she didn’t find any porn left open. He’s such a pig usually, she thought, and for a moment she was impressed. But when she looked down at the drawers near his bed, she saw one in particular was left hanging open a crack.
A glint of colour in the otherwise dingy room greeted her there, and she pulled the drawer open, only to see that pair of her bright, colourful panties, sullied and lingering in his possession.
Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her mouth parted.
She could barely believe what she was seeing. He’d stolen her panties?
Her heart beat faster and she looked to the door, then back to the drawer. Her stomach tightened into knots. She knew she’d put those in the wash, and that they had to still smell like her...
Her face crinkled as she grabbed for them, but quickly she discovered they’d not only been used by her.
“Zach!” she screeched into the emptiness of the house.
* * *
Zach didn’t come home for some time. It wasn’t until supper time when he strolled in with a pizza box in hand, a short sleeved shirt on that was stretched across his broad chest. He’d been out with his car all day, leaving her to stew in anger about what he’d done to her favourite panties.
It made her feel vulnerable and betrayed.
But worse still, the fact that he’d used them to get himself off after what happened between them the night before was making her go crazy. Her body was going wild as her mind tried to keep her from thinking with her pussy.
It was damn hard, though, and when she saw him in that tight shirt, it all dripped away for a moment. The betrayal and outrage, replaced with a burning curiosity.
She tried to hide that, though, her hands on her hips. This time she’d put on a bra, though all she had was pushups, and that just drew more attention to her chest. And how flat she usually was. Still, it was better than her brother sneaking peeks at her tits. Her black turtleneck and jeans helped hide more of her body from him.