The funny thing was, that tingle between my legs had returned. Somehow, the thought of my brother spying on me for so long, and using me as his the center of his s****l fantasies and escapades hit me in just the right way, and in some twist of fate, it turned me on. Just thinking about him jerking himself off all those years thinking about me, and sniffing my panties -- it was unnerving.
"You think about me when you masturbate?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered, as he hung his head.
"When," I paused, for a second, and then continued, "was the last time you saw me in my panties or naked?"
"Last week when you were over at Mom and Dad's to swim." He said.
"I see." I said, trying to remember that day.
"You promised you wouldn't get mad." Ted reminded me. "You gave me your word, remember?"
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