Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

I heard my phone chime.

Unsurprisingly, it was from Colin. It was a selfie he took in the bathroom. His eyes looking into the camera were filled with a mixture of grievance and satisfaction, and there was a faint blush of shyness on his face.

He was an adult carrying the shyness of a young teenager. This characteristic of a puppy-like innocence seemed incompatible with his overall demeanor.

As I pondered why he would make such a coquettish expression early in the morning, another message came in: "Guess what I'm doing?"

"Um, taking a cold shower?" I suggested according to the usual plot in a romance novel and waited for his response.

He replied and added an irritated emoji: "You're partly correct. I wasn't showering but washing my pajama pants."

What was there to be shy about washing pajama pants? Colin was becoming more and more contentious.

"Guess why I had to wash my pajama pants?"

This time, I guessed somewhat seriously. Yet, even after pondering for a full minute, I couldn't figure it out. Did something happen that really needed me to take a guess?

"Because

It was

pants in one night?

a video call

the bathroom, his phone positioned in a way that was level with his face. It faintly showed his actions of scrubbing something. "Baby,

my hubby? How shameless, he

way, is your stomach still hurting? Do you

me meaningfully, his hands still busy. "My stomach doesn't hurt. It just

feeling puzzled. "Why? Are

moment and quickly grasped my meaning. His expression, previously somewhat roguish, suddenly turned dark. It

next, he said with a sinister tone, "I don't

times in one night? Wasn't it due to incontinence?"

no matter the reason, so I had

expression grew even darker. It started

gaze felt like blades that were ready to cut