My Stepbrother's Lavender Obsession

That night, I got up to get some water from the living room.

Just as I took a step, I noticed Vincent’s door was slightly ajar, and faint, strange noises drifted out from inside.

When I realized my brother wasn’t sleeping but secretly using my lingerie for that, I could hardly believe my eyes.

This was too embarrassing!

I fled back to my room like a thief, threw myself onto the bed, and covered my burning face.

Earlier, the stifling heat had woken me up. I slipped on my silk nightgown and headed to the kitchen for water.

But as soon as I moved, I spotted Vincent’s door slightly open, the sound of soft panting coming from inside.

What was he doing?

Unable to resist my curiosity, I tiptoed closer, pressing my ear to the crack.

The noises grew clearer as I approached.

Peering through the dim moonlight, I saw him sitting at his desk, headphones on, eyes fixed on his computer screen—watching that kind of movie.

I gasped, covering my mouth. Though I’d suspected, seeing it for real froze me in place.

Just as I was about to sneak away, something on his desk caught my attention.

A familiar lavender fabric peeked out from beneath his moving hand—my lingerie!

The discovery made my head spin.