![]() ![]() I kind of liked the idea, though I knew I shouldn't. I wondered what Jared did with my panties. I knew that my body had changed a lot in the last few years, and I was insecure about it. 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. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. I was eighteen, tall and gawky, in my senior year of high school. He had filled out since he had left for college he was definitely a man now. He was tall and lean, and the only blond in the family. The idea of him rooting through my dirty underwear just wouldn't get out of my head. Jared was home from college that semester, living at home and working to save up money. No, they had been buried under my pajamas, I was pretty sure of that. but I was pretty sure that I hadn't left the panties I wore yesterday on top of the pile of dirty clothes. Nothing was missing, nothing seemed to have been disturbed. I wasn't too worried about it: the things that would have been really bad for him to find were all safely locked in a box under my bed. 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.
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