My Stepbrother Crept Into My Bed

I've been losing lingerie frequently lately.

Since I got off work early today, I bought two new pieces.

I just returned home and noticed my brother's door was slightly ajar.

As I approached, I could clearly hear strange noises.

What was he doing?

I tiptoed closer, intending to startle him.

The nearer I got, the more suppressed the sounds became.

I peered through the crack in the door.

He sat upright at his desk, his computer displaying a photograph.

I set down my new lingerie and rose on my toes to see the picture clearly.

The subject of the photo was me.

It was a boudoir photoshoot my best friend had convinced me to do.

My face flushed crimson with embarrassment.

I felt completely flustered.

Looking closer, I noticed the black fabric in his hand seemed familiar.

But the angle prevented me from seeing it clearly.

I gently pushed the door open a little wider.

Now I could see it clearly.

He was holding my lingerie.

I nearly fainted.

It was the very piece I had been missing for three days.

And nestled within the black lace lingerie was something that made me blush fiercely.

He suddenly stopped.

I thought I had been discovered.

I quickly covered my mouth, frozen in place behind the door.

After a long moment, I heard no further movement from him.

I cautiously peeked again to see what he was doing now.

The lingerie had been set aside.

He was now lying on his bed, eyes half-closed.

I couldn't comprehend why he would act this way.

Dizzy and disoriented, I grabbed my new lingerie and rushed back to my room.

I tore open the packaging.

Now I regretted buying this particular style.

I buried my face in my pillow, my entire body trembling uncontrollably.

My mind began to race with wild thoughts.

Ethan Lowell and I share no blood relation.