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

changed them three times last night. It was wet and cold but

three pairs of pajama pants in one night?

I made a video

phone positioned in a way that was level with his face. It faintly showed his actions of scrubbing something. "Baby, did you dream about your

he barely even made

still hurting? Do you need to

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

feeling puzzled.

His expression, previously somewhat roguish, suddenly

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

times in one night? Wasn't it due to incontinence?" I considered his dignity and

quite embarrassing for an adult to soil their pants no matter the

grew even darker. It started

felt like blades that were