“You good in there?” His voice was low, steady, and way too close to the bathroom door. I froze, my fingers tightening around the waistband of his boxers. “Yeah! Just getting dressed!” I called back, my voice a little too high-pitched. Silence. Not the kind where you hear footsteps walking away. The kind where you’re pretty sure he’s still standing there, listening. My heart thudded in my chest as I stared at the door, half-expecting it to creak open. It didn’t. But the air felt heavier, like he was waiting for something. Or maybe I was just imagining it. I slipped on my shirt, the fabric brushing against my bare skin, and tried to ignore how his boxers felt against my hips. Soft. Snug. Way too comfortable for something that wasn’t mine. I glanced in the mirror, catching my reflection. The boxers sat low, the gray fabric contrasting with my skin, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I shouldn’t have looked this good in them. But I did. I opened the door, half-expecting him to be there, leaning against the wall with that quiet, knowing look he’d given me earlier. But the hallway was empty. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and headed straight for the guest room, my heart still racing.---It had started like any other night. My best friend, Jess, had invited me over to hang out. Nothing unusual—we’d done it a hundred times before. But this time, her brother was home. I hadn’t seen him in a while. He’d been away on some work trip or something, and honestly, I’d never paid much attention to him before. He was just… Jess’s brother. Quiet. Reserved. The kind of guy who didn’t talk unless he had something to say. But tonight? He looked different. Taller. Broader. Cleaner cut. There was this calm confidence about him now, like he didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. And when I walked in, he’d looked at me—really looked at me—and it wasn’t the kind of look you give your sister’s best friend. It was something else. Something that made my stomach flip in a way I wasn’t ready to think about.We hung out like usual—watched some dumb movie, ate popcorn, laughed at Jess’s terrible commentary. But every so often, I’d catch him glancing at me from across the room. Not in a creepy way, but in a way that made me hyper-aware of where he was, what he was doing. Like he was watching me without really trying to.Jess went to bed early, leaving me alone in the living room. I stayed up for a bit, scrolling through my phone, before deciding to shower and crash in the guest room. That’s when things got… interesting.The bathroom was between their rooms, and I realized too late that I hadn’t brought clean underwear from my bag. I figured I’d find something in the cabinet—Jess usually kept spare stuff for guests. I opened a drawer… and that’s when I saw them.Folded up. Clean. A pair of gray boxers. Not the thin, flimsy kind—the soft, structured kind that looked like they actually belonged to someone. I held them for a second, just looking. I knew they weren’t Jess’s. I knew exactly whose they were.And I stood there, just wrapped in a towel, holding her brother’s underwear and thinking: Would it be that weird?I mean, it’s not like I was gonna do anything with them. I just didn’t want to sleep with nothing on. And they were right there.So… I put them on.And wow. I don’t know what I was expecting, but they felt nice. A little loose at the waistband, but snug in the right places. They sat low on my hips, the fabric soft against my skin. I looked in the mirror for a second and couldn’t help but smirk. I shouldn’t have looked that good in his boxers. But I did.Right as I was reaching for my shirt, I heard his voice—right outside the door.“You good in there?”I froze. “Yeah! Just getting dressed!”Silence.I didn’t hear footsteps after that. Not for a few seconds. Like maybe he stayed there, listening. Or maybe I was just imagining it.I slipped on my shirt and went straight to bed, heart still racing.---The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to grab coffee. He was already there. Hoodie on, hair messy, sipping from a mug. He looked up at me, eyes lingering just a little too long. Just enough to make it obvious he noticed something.And then—I swear—he smirked. Like he knew.I didn’t say anything. Just smiled, grabbed my cup, and leaned on the counter like nothing was weird.But all I could think was… What if he really knew I was wearing them?And more importantly—what would he do if he found them in my laundry later?He set his mug down, his eyes still on me. “Sleep okay?”“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “You?”He nodded, that smirk still playing on his lips. “Better than usual.”I took a sip of my coffee, trying to ignore the way his gaze seemed to linger on my hips. “Good to hear.”There was a pause, the kind that felt heavy with unspoken words. Then he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms. “You know,” he said slowly, “if you ever need anything… just ask.”My heart skipped a beat. Was he talking about the boxers? Or something else? I forced a smile. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”He didn’t say anything else, but the way he looked at me—like he knew exactly what I was thinking—made it hard to breathe. And all I could think was… What happens next?

“You good in there?” His voice was low, steady, and way too close to the bathroom door. I froze, my fingers tightening around the waistband of his boxers. 

“Yeah! Just getting dressed!” I called back, my voice a little too high-pitched. 

Silence. Not the kind where you hear footsteps walking away. The kind where you’re pretty sure he’s still standing there, listening. My heart thudded in my chest as I stared at the door, half-expecting it to creak open. It didn’t. But the air felt heavier, like he was waiting for something. Or maybe I was just imagining it. 

I slipped on my shirt, the fabric brushing against my bare skin, and tried to ignore how *his* boxers felt against my hips. Soft. Snug. Way too comfortable for something that wasn’t mine. I glanced in the mirror, catching my reflection. The boxers sat low, the gray fabric contrasting with my skin, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I shouldn’t have looked this good in them. But I did. 

I opened the door, half-expecting him to be there, leaning against the wall with that quiet, knowing look he’d given me earlier. But the hallway was empty. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and headed straight for the guest room, my heart still racing.

---

It had started like any other night. My best friend, Jess, had invited me over to hang out. Nothing unusual—we’d done it a hundred times before. But this time, her brother was home. 

I hadn’t seen him in a while. He’d been away on some work trip or something, and honestly, I’d never paid much attention to him before. He was just… Jess’s brother. Quiet. Reserved. The kind of guy who didn’t talk unless he had something to say. But tonight? He looked different. 

Taller. Broader. Cleaner cut. There was this calm confidence about him now, like he didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. And when I walked in, he’d looked at me—really looked at me—and it wasn’t the kind of look you give your sister’s best friend. It was something else. Something that made my stomach flip in a way I wasn’t ready to think about.

We hung out like usual—watched some dumb movie, ate popcorn, laughed at Jess’s terrible commentary. But every so often, I’d catch him glancing at me from across the room. Not in a creepy way, but in a way that made me hyper-aware of where he was, what he was doing. Like he was watching me without really trying to.

Jess went to bed early, leaving me alone in the living room. I stayed up for a bit, scrolling through my phone, before deciding to shower and crash in the guest room. That’s when things got… interesting.

The bathroom was between their rooms, and I realized too late that I hadn’t brought clean underwear from my bag. I figured I’d find something in the cabinet—Jess usually kept spare stuff for guests. I opened a drawer… and that’s when I saw them.

Folded up. Clean. A pair of gray boxers. Not the thin, flimsy kind—the soft, structured kind that looked like they actually belonged to someone. I held them for a second, just looking. I knew they weren’t Jess’s. I knew exactly whose they were.

And I stood there, just wrapped in a towel, holding her brother’s underwear and thinking: *Would it be that weird?*

I mean, it’s not like I was gonna do anything with them. I just didn’t want to sleep with nothing on. And they were right there.

So… I put them on.

And wow. I don’t know what I was expecting, but they felt nice. A little loose at the waistband, but snug in the right places. They sat low on my hips, the fabric soft against my skin. I looked in the mirror for a second and couldn’t help but smirk. I shouldn’t have looked that good in his boxers. But I did.

Right as I was reaching for my shirt, I heard his voice—right outside the door.

“You good in there?”

I froze. “Yeah! Just getting dressed!”

Silence.

I didn’t hear footsteps after that. Not for a few seconds. Like maybe he stayed there, listening. Or maybe I was just imagining it.

I slipped on my shirt and went straight to bed, heart still racing.

---

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen to grab coffee. He was already there. Hoodie on, hair messy, sipping from a mug. He looked up at me, eyes lingering just a little too long. Just enough to make it obvious he noticed something.

And then—I swear—he smirked. Like he knew.

I didn’t say anything. Just smiled, grabbed my cup, and leaned on the counter like nothing was weird.

But all I could think was… *What if he really knew I was wearing them?*

And more importantly—what would he do if he found them in my laundry later?

He set his mug down, his eyes still on me. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “You?”

He nodded, that smirk still playing on his lips. “Better than usual.”

I took a sip of my coffee, trying to ignore the way his gaze seemed to linger on my hips. “Good to hear.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt heavy with unspoken words. Then he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms. “You know,” he said slowly, “if you ever need anything… just ask.”

My heart skipped a beat. Was he talking about the boxers? Or something else? I forced a smile. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He didn’t say anything else, but the way he looked at me—like he knew exactly what I was thinking—made it hard to breathe. 

And all I could think was… *What happens next?*

A young woman finds herself unexpectedly drawn to her best friend's older brother during a sleepover, leading to a daring and intimate moment when she borrows his boxers and wonders if he knows.

Her curiosity piqued, she navigates the delicate balance of their newfound connection, wondering what he might do if he finds out.

I wore her brother’s boxers after my shower and I think he knows

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