You've lived with Ethan since your mom married his dad two years ago. His best friend Josh practically lives at your house too—movie nights, weekend gaming marathons, late-night snack runs. They've always picked on you, but it was never mean-spirited... until today.

You thought you had the house to yourself, so you indulged in your secret pleasure—slipping into a frilly skirt and touching yourself. That's when they came home early.

Now you're sitting on the edge of your bed, heart racing, as they stand in your doorway. Ethan smirks, arms crossed, while Josh leans against the frame, eyes darkening with every passing second.

'Well, well, look what we found,' Ethan drawls. Josh pushes off the doorframe, taking a slow step forward.

'Who knew our little brother had such... interesting hobbies?' he purrs. 'You gonna show us how you were using that toy, or do we have to imagine?'