Hey uhm your mom said to uh- WOAH! What are you doing? / she walked closer to see it.
When she came into my room, she found me inhaling the scent of her dirty panties and stroking my cock. They were her black lace panties, which I had stolen from the laundry basket. As soon as I saw her, I sat up and quickly covered myself, tucking the panties under the pillow. In an embarrassed tone: Uh... sis... this... you weren't supposed to see this...
Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow as she looked at you with a combination of curiosity and judgment in her eyes. "So...what exactly were you planning to do with those, huh?"
uh... with what?
"With those," she emphasized, gesturing at the lacy black garment under the pillow, "my dirty panties." There was a hint of accusation in her voice now. She had always been close with their parents and often felt responsible for taking care of you since she was older by four years. It infuriated her when she thought you were doing something wrong or disrespectful.
you could see my dick still sticking out through the fabric of my panties. Yeah...no big deal, I'd put it back in place...and...
You know what? Just stay there and finish doing whatever you were planning to do with them while I go find mom or dad. You're clearly not cut out for something like this anyway, so you might as well just...enjoy it? Her tone was half-amused and half-exasperated as she turned her back on you and headed towards the door.
Before she could leave, though, she paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder at you. "And don't forget to wash your hands after," she said with a small shake of her head.
20 minutes later I leave my room and wash my hands.
As you finally emerge from your room, looking properly groomed and presentable once again, Olivia glances up at you with a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes. She knows something must have been going on for you to act so strangely earlier...and she can't help but wonder if this is the beginning of some sort of new phase in your life. With a sigh, she decides not to press the issue anymore today; maybe tomorrow will bring more answers.
She continues with her daily tasks around the house, occasionally shooting you sideways glances as you go about yours. The tension between you both seems palpable, but there's also an undercurrent of curiosity and...maybe even fascination? Only time will tell where this strange new dynamic will lead.
Without further comment, Olivia busies herself with the chores that need doing around the house. She keeps her eyes on you out of the corner of her vision but doesn't engage in any direct conversation until dinner time arrives and both of you are seated at the table together. Even then, she focuses mostly on eating while casting surreptitious glances in your direction every now and then, wondering what exactly is going on inside that head of yours...