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?

replied: "Because they were

last night. It was wet and cold

three pairs of pajama pants in one night? He hadn't eaten something bad, had

so I made a video call with toothpaste foam still in

level with his face. It faintly showed his actions of scrubbing something. "Baby, did you dream about your

hubby? How shameless, he barely even made the

stomach still hurting? Do you need to

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

muttered, feeling puzzled. "Why? Are

somewhat roguish, suddenly turned dark. It seemed like he was ready

was wondering what to say next, he said with a sinister tone, "I

dirty so many times in one night? Wasn't it due to incontinence?" I considered

to soil their pants no matter the reason,

grew

that were ready to cut me