Chapter 1, Who Stole My Underwear

I cautiously glanced over at the curtains and found my younger sister still leaning on the windowsill. However, while she originally had both hands gripping the windowsill, now only one hand was maintaining her balance. Where had the other hand gone?

I can't believe it, how desperate is she? She even stole my underwear, and to think I am her brother!

At that moment, I directly followed her. Initially, I felt a bit guilty, fearing she might be going to the restroom or something. However, when I reached the restroom door and looked in, to my surprise, she was squatting on the ground, rummaging through the pile of clothes I had changed out of.

After all, being in my teenage years, having such a beautiful girl in such close contact with me every day, it's no wonder that she occupies my thoughts. I often steal glances at her legs while watching television. Her legs are very fair, just like they've been smeared with cream, and they look exceptionally beautiful

If you want to see it, just tell me. I'm not refusing to show you! As for sneaking a peek, that's another matter

I took a deep breath, and my lower body swelled up like an inflated balloon

From the gap, it is evident that my younger sister is staring intently at me, her body rising and falling continuously, could it be that?

Although she is from my stepfather's side and there is no blood relation between us, she is still my sister in name

As I had just finished wiping half of my body, a sudden soft bang came from the window. I turned my head to look, but saw no one there. I felt a bit regretful; wasn't I just about to put on an impassioned show? Why did the person suddenly disappear?

When I was about to finish washing up, I discovered that my younger sister was still there, not leaving, and it seemed she was fixated on me below. I was shocked at that moment; was she really so captivated? It appeared that her needs were quite unusual.

I simply could not think of who would do such a twisted thing, so I remained cautious. That day, after taking a shower, I did not go directly back to my room, but instead hid behind the sofa in the living room, intending to see who was moving my underwear.

However, to be honest, ever since I discovered that my sister stole my underwear, I have had some feelings for her. Sometimes I even think to myself that it would be better if she were not my sister

Little did I know that just as I was hiding, I saw my younger sister sneaking out of her room, her face flushed, glancing around as she walked. It was evident that something was amiss, and sure enough, she headed into the bathroom

During the summer vacation at home, I discovered that my underwear had been tampered with. There are only four people in the house: my mother, my stepfather, my younger sister, and myself. After thinking it over, I couldn't figure out who had stolen my underwear. It is impossible for my stepfather and mother to be involved, and my younger sister is my stepfather's daughter. She usually acts superior and seems to dislike me, making it even less likely that she would be the culprit

My younger sister stared at me intently, though she occasionally glanced at my face. I quickly averted my gaze, fearing that she might notice, then turned off the showerhead and began to dry my body.

I don't know why, but after I found out that my younger sister was secretly watching me take a shower, I actually felt a bit excited

As I was washing, doubts began to arise in my mind. Why is my sister's attitude towards me so strange? It was one thing for her to steal my underwear before, but now she is even peeking at me while I bathe... Could it be that she is really fantasizing about me?

At that moment, the younger sister by the window seemed to realize something, staring intently and lowering a hand that had been resting on the windowsill. I felt an overwhelming excitement and desperately began to start hetushu .com .com.

So it turns out to be my younger sister! This is not scientific, why would she steal my underwear? Does she have some kind of feelings for me?

My younger sister is one year younger than me and is quite beautiful. However, she doesn't really like me. Every time she sees me, her expression is as if I have wronged her in some way. Therefore, I often think that if my sister were to get married, even a sow could climb a tree.

However, upon reflection, it is probably better for me to conceal my awareness, allowing my sister to believe that I have not noticed her at all; otherwise, how could she possibly be so brazen in her act of spying

In the past, I have read some erotic literature, in which many male protagonists have fantasies about the opposite sex, leading them to steal women's undergarments to smell them

That day, while I was taking a shower, I suddenly sensed some movement outside through the corner of my eye. I glanced towards the source of the commotion and discovered that someone seemed to be hiding on the balcony, watching me bathe.

Seeing this scene, I felt a bit embarrassed to leave. After all, I am usually quite willing to help others. If I just walked away, wouldn't my sister's appetite be left hanging in the air? I need to lend her a hand

A troubling thought flashed through my mind: could it be that my sister has fantasies about me?

Before I could even get the shower gel, that figure on the balcony peered through the gap in the curtains again, and I could even see her eyes and hair.

However, after I finished wiping my body, that person appeared again by the window, and I began to feel excited, placing my hand below myself

As I stood under the foam, I pondered in my heart, isn't the most thrilling part of a novel where a man secretly watches a woman bathe the moment he sees her doing that? Should I also try to help her out?

Just when I was thinking about finding an opportunity to talk with my sister, she seemed to have discovered something. For the next few days, she kept avoiding me and did not give me a chance to be alone with her.

I pretended to go get the shower gel, turned around to take a glance, and indeed, a figure flashed by the curtain. Although I couldn't see clearly who it was, I noticed that the person was wearing white clothing and had long hair

To be honest, although my younger sister has good academic performance, it is evident that her intelligence is not very high. Her skills in peeking are quite poor; who would crouch by the window to spy? If one were to sneak a look, they would hide to the side and observe discreetly. Doesn't she fear that I might discover her?

There are only two women in the house; my mother has her hair in a bun, which means the one who peeks at me while I shower is my younger sister

However, she did not come to steal my underwear during those days. I suspect that the last incident made her realize something. I originally thought she would repent, but to my surprise, not only did she not repent, but she also became even more audacious, even starting to peek at me while I was taking a shower

After all, I am your brother; how could I not help you with such a small matter

In the past, I believed that only men had curiosity about the naked bodies of the opposite sex. Does my sister also have this desire

Thinking about it, my younger sister is also seventeen this year. Is there a need for her to want me?

I feel hopeless, and I forcibly repeated to myself a few times that she is my sister, but I don't know what kind of stimulation I received below, and surprisingly, there was a reaction

At this point, to be honest, I am somewhat reluctant to leave, but I have almost finished my shower, and it feels a bit inappropriate to just stay here without any clothes on.

Pretend that I have not noticed anyone watching me at all

I did not turn my back, as the messy-haired girl was right next to the window. If I turned my back to take a shower, it would surely expose that I had discovered her watching me bathe. I had no choice but to pretend not to know that my sister was spying on me and continued to shower