u/WorldlinessWhole3124

My moms very sexy around 5’7 big boobs and a great ass,and I feel like my dad doesn’t want her anymore,my dream is to see her get fucked by a few guys,and I’d probably touch myself watching her

My brother has been acting so weird lately, and I finally caught him red-handed. It started with little things—like my panties disappearing from the laundry basket. At first, I thought maybe the washing machine was eating them, but then I noticed a few pairs missing every week. They were my favorites too, the lacy black ones and the soft cotton briefs I wear around the house.
Last night, I decided to test my suspicion. I left the bathroom door cracked open on purpose while I took a long, hot bath. The steam filled the room as I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the tub, letting the water cover my body. I relaxed back, closed my eyes, and waited. Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard the faintest creak of the floorboards outside.
I peeked through my lashes and saw his shadow stretching across the hallway floor. He was standing right there, watching me through the gap in the door. My heart raced, but instead of yelling, I stayed still, letting him look. I slowly ran my hands over my wet skin, tracing down my chest and between my legs, pretending I had no idea he was spying. The water splashed softly as I shifted, giving him a better view of everything.
When he finally slipped away, I got out of the tub and checked my room. Another pair of panties was gone from my drawer—snatched while I was bathing. I know it’s him. He’s been jerking off with them, probably right after watching me like this.
I’m not sure what to do yet. Part of me feels angry, but another part gets this strange thrill knowing he’s obsessed enough to steal my underwear and peek at me naked in the bath. Should I confront him, or keep leaving the door open to see how far he’ll go?

My brother has been acting so weird lately, and I finally caught him red-handed. It started with little things—like my panties disappearing from the laundry basket. At first, I thought maybe the washing machine was eating them, but then I noticed a few pairs missing every week. They were my favorites too, the lacy black ones and the soft cotton briefs I wear around the house.
Last night, I decided to test my suspicion. I left the bathroom door cracked open on purpose while I took a long, hot bath. The steam filled the room as I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the tub, letting the water cover my body. I relaxed back, closed my eyes, and waited. Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard the faintest creak of the floorboards outside.
I peeked through my lashes and saw his shadow stretching across the hallway floor. He was standing right there, watching me through the gap in the door. My heart raced, but instead of yelling, I stayed still, letting him look. I slowly ran my hands over my wet skin, tracing down my chest and between my legs, pretending I had no idea he was spying. The water splashed softly as I shifted, giving him a better view of everything.
When he finally slipped away, I got out of the tub and checked my room. Another pair of panties was gone from my drawer—snatched while I was bathing. I know it’s him. He’s been jerking off with them, probably right after watching me like this.
I’m not sure what to do yet. Part of me feels angry, but another part gets this strange thrill knowing he’s obsessed enough to steal my underwear and peek at me naked in the bath. Should I confront him, or keep leaving the door open to see how far he’ll go?