I had to grin a little because my brother seemed to take his time and actually picked out panties and bras he liked. It seemed like that, but he might have just been taking his time groping all my underwear.
That's what that little, pervy part of my brain hoped anyway.
"In my closet there are some sweaters. There's a dark blue one, and a tan one. Find those and bring them here."
I heard the click of metal hangers as they bumped each other, and wondered how my brother felt rummaging in my closet, and wondered if a little part of him felt like he was violating me.
I held my hand's out, palms up, when he returned, and he put a pile of sweaters in them.
The ones I wanted had almost the same texture, ribbed and not very thick, but the blue one the ribbing came in pairs with slightly more d
