I had a suspicion that my older bro

I had a suspicion that my older brother Jared had been snooping in my room; nothing I could put my finger on, but things weren’t exactly the way I left them when I had gone to school that morning. I wasn’t too worried about it: the toys and things that would have been really bad for him to find were all safely locked in a box under my bed. Nothing was missing, nothing seemed to have been disturbed… but I was pretty sure that I hadn’t left the panties I wore yesterday on top of the pile of dirty clothes. No, they had been buried under my pajamas, I was pretty sure of that.

Jared was home from college that semester, living at home and working to save up money. The idea of him rooting through my dirty underwear just wouldn’t get out of my head. He wasn’t a bad looking guy really. He was tall and lean, and the only blond in the family. He had filled out since he had left for college; he was definitely a man now. I was seventeen, tall and gawky, in my senior year of high school. If he hadn’t been my brother…

The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. I was a virgin at the time; I hadn’t dated much, and the only boy I had ever dated had broken my heart the last summer. I knew that my body had changed a lot in the last few years, and I was insecure about it. I wanted to be sexy. I wondered what Jared did with my panties. I wondered if he masturbated with them. I kind of liked the idea, though I knew I shouldn’t. I decided to try an experiment.

That night, after I got myself off (thoughts of Jared and the bulge in his jeans kept coming unbidden into my head and I had to push them away), I pressed the crotch of the underwear I had been wearing that day against my pussy. I wiped my wetness into them. I held the damp material to my nose. My scent was all over them. I left them on top of the big stack of dirty clothes in my closet. Then I pulled a hair from my head and laid it across them.

When I got home from school that afternoon, Jared was still at work. He did noon to ten o’clock shifts, six days a week. I ran up to my room and checked the closet. Sure enough, the hair was missing, and I was sure that my panties had been moved. So it was true; someone had been messing with my dirty underwear, and I knew it wasn’t Mom. Somehow I found that really exciting.

I was bold that night. I wore my red thong, my “first date” underwear, as I called it, to bed. I fucked myself hard with my vibrator, leaving the panties on, pulled to one side. Needless to say, they got soaked. I moaned out loud when I came, as loud as I dared. Jared’s room was next to mine, and I found myself half hoping that he could hear me through the wall.

The next morning, after making my bed, I took a deep breath and made my decision. I left the red thong (still damp and reeking of my sex) sitting on the top sheet of my bed. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and left a note next to them:

JARED- I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING -A

All day at school I thought and worried about what would happen when he found the note. Or maybe I had been making it all up. Maybe the hair I had left the other day had just blown off. What did he think about when he borrowed my underwear? Did he jerk off to them? I kind of hoped he did. I kept getting excited thinking about it. What kind of a pervert was I? I had a hard time concentrating on schoolwork.

When I got home, I ran straight to my room. My panties were still there, untouched as far as I could tell, and there was a new note next to them:

ANDREA- I’M REALLY SORRY. I WON’T ANYMORE. -J

I felt really bad. I hadn’t meant it that way. I didn’t want him to feel bad. It wasn’t as if he was hurting me. When we were younger, I used to borrow naughty magazines from under his bed, and he had never said anything, though I suspected that he knew. Anyway, I didn’t really want him to stop.

I hadn’t been in his room since he had been home from college. It was tidy (not like mine), and quite bare. Just his clothes in the closet and hi

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Aku punya kecurigaan bahwa Jared saudara yang lebih tua saya telah mengintip di kamarku; tidak ada saya bisa menempatkan jari saya di, tapi hal itu tidak persis dengan cara yang aku meninggalkan mereka ketika aku pergi ke sekolah pagi itu. Aku tidak terlalu khawatir tentang hal ini: mainan dan hal-hal yang akan benar-benar buruk bagi dia untuk menemukan semua aman terkunci dalam kotak di bawah tempat tidur. Tidak ada yang hilang, tidak ada yang tampaknya telah terganggu... tapi aku cukup yakin bahwa aku tidak meninggalkan celana saya memakai kemarin di atas tumpukan pakaian kotor. Tidak, mereka telah dikuburkan di bawah piyama, aku cukup yakin itu.Jared adalah rumah dari college semester itu, tinggal di rumah dan bekerja untuk menghemat uang. Ide nya rooting melalui pakaian kotor saya hanya tidak akan keluar dari kepala saya. Dia tidak benar-benar mencari orang jahat. Ia adalah tinggi dan kurus, dan pirang hanya dalam keluarga. Dia telah diisi sejak dia meninggalkan untuk perguruan tinggi; Dia adalah pasti orang sekarang. Saya berumur 17 tahun, tinggi dan janggal, di tahun senior SMA. Kalau ia tidak adikku...Semakin aku berpikir tentang itu, mendapat lebih berbalik pada saya. Saya adalah seorang perawan pada saat itu; Aku belum pernah berkencan banyak, dan hanya anak laki-laki saya pernah memiliki tanggal telah mematahkan hatiku musim terakhir. Aku tahu bahwa tubuh saya telah banyak berubah dalam beberapa tahun terakhir, dan aku tidak aman tentang hal itu. Aku ingin untuk menjadi seksi. Aku bertanya-tanya apakah Jared dengan saya celana dalam. Aku bertanya-tanya jika dia masturbasi dengan mereka. Aku agak menyukai ide, walaupun aku tahu aku tidak. Saya memutuskan untuk mencoba sebuah eksperimen.Malam itu, setelah aku pulang sendiri (pikiran Jared dan tonjolan di jeans-nya terus datang unbidden ke kepala saya dan saya harus memaksa mereka pergi), aku menekan selangkangan celana saya pernah memakai hari itu terhadap vagina saya. Saya mengusap saya basah ke dalamnya. Aku mengadakan bahan basah ke hidung saya. Aroma saya tampak mereka. Aku meninggalkan mereka di atas tumpukan besar pakaian kotor di lemari saya. Kemudian aku menarik rambut dari kepala saya dan meletakkannya di antara mereka.Ketika aku pulang dari sekolah sore itu, Jared adalah masih di tempat kerja. Dia melakukan siang sampai sepuluh pergeseran, enam hari seminggu. Aku berlari ke kamarku dan memeriksa lemari. Tentu saja, rambut yang hilang, dan aku yakin bahwa celana saya telah pindah. Jadi itu benar; seseorang telah bermain-main dengan pakaian kotor saya, dan aku tahu itu bukan ibu. Entah bagaimana saya menemukan bahwa benar-benar menarik.Saya adalah berani malam itu. Saya mengenakan saya merah thong, pakaian saya "kencan pertama", sebagai saya menyebutnya, tidur. Aku kacau sendiri sulit dengan vibrator saya, meninggalkan Celana, ditarik ke satu sisi. Tak perlu dikatakan, mereka mendapat basah. Saya mengerang keras ketika saya datang, keras aku berani. Jared's kamar adalah berikutnya dengan saya, dan aku mendapati diriku setengah berharap bahwa ia bisa mendengar saya melalui dinding.Keesokan paginya, setelah membuat saya tidur, aku mengambil napas dalam-dalam dan membuat keputusan saya. Aku meninggalkan merah thong (masih basah dan berbau seks saya) yang duduk di atas lembaran dari tempat tidur saya. Aku punya sepotong kertas dan pensil dan meninggalkan catatan di samping mereka:JARED- I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING -AAll day at school I thought and worried about what would happen when he found the note. Or maybe I had been making it all up. Maybe the hair I had left the other day had just blown off. What did he think about when he borrowed my underwear? Did he jerk off to them? I kind of hoped he did. I kept getting excited thinking about it. What kind of a pervert was I? I had a hard time concentrating on schoolwork.When I got home, I ran straight to my room. My panties were still there, untouched as far as I could tell, and there was a new note next to them:ANDREA- I’M REALLY SORRY. I WON’T ANYMORE. -JI felt really bad. I hadn’t meant it that way. I didn’t want him to feel bad. It wasn’t as if he was hurting me. When we were younger, I used to borrow naughty magazines from under his bed, and he had never said anything, though I suspected that he knew. Anyway, I didn’t really want him to stop.I hadn’t been in his room since he had been home from college. It was tidy (not like mine), and quite bare. Just his clothes in the closet and hi