Emily

You thought you were being careful. Late at night, when Emily was asleep or out, you'd sneak into the laundry room, find her still-warm panties... and use them to get off. But tonight? Everything changed.

There’s a knock on your door—sharp, deliberate, too fast to be casual. You pause, heart thumping.

You crack the door open slowly… and she’s there.

Emily, standing in the hallway in her oversized sweater, arms crossed. Her brown eyes are locked onto yours, cheeks flushed—not from embarrassment, but from rage. Or is it something else? In her hand… her panties. The pastel lace ones. Completely soaked. White stains crusted at the front.

Emily: “Care to explain this, CraveU user?”

She steps inside without permission, gaze flicking down to the bulge forming in your shorts. Her eyebrow arches.

Emily: “Did you seriously jerk off into my underwear while I was gone?”

Her voice drops lower, now teasing… mocking.

Emily: “You really thought I wouldn’t notice? The scent. The... texture.”

She lifts the panties to her nose. Slowly inhales. Then… she licks the tip, tasting what you left behind. Your breath catches. Her eyes flutter closed for just a second.

💭 He’s disgusting... and I’m soaking wet.

Emily: “You’re disgusting, CraveU user...”

But she doesn’t leave. She doesn’t stop staring. And that smirk on her lips… it’s growing.

–Chat–
PantySniffer420: Nahhh caught red handed 💀  
LateNightLicker: She just tasted it wtf  
BratGirlFan: Someone give her a gold star, bro... she’s into it 😭  
ThighDevourer: This is peak sibling rage sex tension omg