Dirty business

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1

"Isn't this my house?!" I couldn't help but exclaim to myself when I saw the address on the screen.

I was initially happy that my dirty panties, which I was auctioning online, would fetch three times the usual price. But I never expected that the pervert who bought them would live at the same address as me. Because that meant that pervert could only be my father or my brother!

I didn't know what to do. I started auctioning my dirty panties because I wanted to earn some extra pocket money. Although I needed to let strange men see me wearing panties and with my lower body naked, I never let them see my stomach or above, so no one would know it was me. Because my lower body and my shaved genitals were popular with customers, I had already sold more than a dozen pairs of panties. I always ship goods immediately upon receiving payment, and I haven't received any complaints. However, even though I've received payment for this sale, I don't want to send the goods to the pervert in my family.

I always thought my father and brother weren't like most men who were lecherous. But now I realize one of them is a pervert, and I'm really angry. And this means one of them has seen my genitals! Although they didn't know I was selling panties, I can't imagine my own father and brother seeing my naked body as an adult.

Anyway, it's already past six in the evening, and I can't send the goods to this customer using a fake name, so I'll temporarily put aside whether to send the goods or return the money. I've decided I should first visit my father and brother to find out who the pervert is. I don't know what the point of finding the truth would be. Because if I found out who the pervert was, could I confront him? But I just felt I needed to find out who the family member who saw my genitals was. I wanted to know why this person and any man wanted a woman's used panties.

As I walked out of my bedroom, I saw my brother's girlfriend, Valerie, also coming out of his bedroom. I'd only seen her a few times, but she made a deep impression on me. It wasn't just because she was a white woman with an Asian man; she was also the most beautiful and best-figured woman I'd ever seen. She had big blue eyes, naturally long eyelashes, a high, straight nose, and full lips that I wanted to kiss. She was about five feet nine inches tall, with long arms and beautiful legs, and a C-cup bust and a round, firm butt. Seeing her made me realize that my brother couldn't possibly be the one to buy my dirty panties. He has such a perfect girlfriend, why would he need to buy panties used by a woman he doesn't even know? And judging by the timeline, if he had been with her all along, how could he have kept offering higher and higher prices? It couldn't be him! My father is different. He hasn't had a girlfriend since his divorce from my mother, so he probably needs something to excite him, right?

I smiled and nodded at Valerie, and she smiled back. Then my brother Ryan followed her out of the bedroom. He saw me in the hallway and said, "Valerie and I are going back to our dorms at university; we won't be home tonight."

Although I sell my dirty panties, I actually know nothing about sex and don't care at all. I only know that some people buy these things to satisfy their desires. I didn't care what they were going to do with it. But I knew he meant they were going to his girlfriend's dorm to have sex that night. Embarrassed, I didn't dare look at them and replied, "Oh, I told Dad you don't need any for dinner." Watching my brother's back as he left, I thought he and Valerie, though not of the same race, were surprisingly compatible. Being with such a beautiful and sexy woman must be because he was also a handsome, tall Asian. He had many girlfriends in high school because he kept changing them. Now he'd managed to be with one girlfriend for almost three years. How could a man who had women on both sides need a woman's panties?

Only after they left did I realize that if they hadn't been there, I would have been alone with my perverted, lecherous father!

2.

The first thing my father asked me when he got home was, "Is dinner ready?"

My first thought was, "Buying dirty women's panties online during work hours must be tiring, right?" But to avoid making him wary of me, I replied, "Almost done! Go wash your face and hands first, then you can eat." I wanted to find out how perverted and lewd my father was, but I didn't want him to find out that I was the one who auctioned off panties.

When we sat together at the round dining table, we didn't have much to talk about, as usual. We only told each other the basic things that had happened that day. But my restless movements aroused his curiosity. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

I hurriedly replied, "No! Maybe I ate too many desserts today!"

"Really? It's better to eat less dessert. Eating too many will make you fat."

I had never paid any attention to what he meant by saying this before. But now I know he's a lecher. I think he must have been watching my figure all along, and saying those things wasn't for my own good, but to tell me to stay in shape! My expression must have given me away because he said, "You don't need to worry. You're still young. As long as you don't overeat, your good figure won't change!"

At that moment, I wished I had paid attention to what he had said to me before. That way, I would know whether he had said anything about me having a "good figure." But I believed him because he is a lecher. A lecher who doesn't even spare his own daughter. I didn't want to give myself away and make him think something was wrong, so I just gave him a wry smile.

Not long after we continued eating dinner, he asked, "You said your brother went back to the dorm with his girlfriend to spend the night?"

I nodded.

He muttered to himself, "If I had such a great girlfriend, I wouldn't come home so often to spend the night."

Hearing him say that, I was furious and kicked him. How could I never have seen my father as a lecher?!

"Why did you kick me?" he yelled, clutching his leg.

"I-I'm sorry," I said. "I thought of something..." I didn't know how to explain my reaction.

"Be careful, okay?" He had absolutely no idea why I kicked him.

I nodded. But I was still angry that he would say such a thing.

After we finished dinner, he watched TV while I washed the dishes. After I finished, I passed by the living room and saw my father sitting on the sofa. All I could think of was that he was a lecher who would buy women's panties. I

got dressed and went to take a shower. A few minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I knew it was probably just my father at home, so I was a little scared that he might do something to me. I was sure he knew my brother wasn't home and was going to do something inappropriate to me. I yelled, "What do you want?!"

"I need to use the bathroom!"

"Can't you wait until I'm done showering?"

"No, I'm about to pee!"

I never had the habit of locking the door at home. So even though I knew my father was a lecher, I still didn't lock the bathroom door. So it was easy for him to come in. And since there was only one bathroom in the house, and he had done similar things before, I had never thought anything of it. I replied, "Then hurry up and get out!"

My father opened the door, and through the shower curtain, I heard him peeing into the toilet amidst the sound of the shower water. Then he left the bathroom and closed the door. It was only then that I realized I must have been far too nervous. He was a pervert, which was why I thought he would do something he shouldn't have to me. I thought about it clearly and knew that even if he was a pervert, it didn't mean he would do anything to me. Otherwise, why would he buy dirty briefs? He could have found the briefs I had worn in my laundry tub.

After I finished showering, I saw my father asleep on the sofa. Looking at him sleeping soundly, I couldn't believe he was the kind of lecherous man who would buy dirty panties. But I should understand him. As far as I know, he hasn't been with any woman in a long time, so it's not surprising he seeks out ways to stimulate his sexual desires. I was just being paranoid, assuming he was a lecherous man who would do something inappropriate to his daughter. This was just a coincidence that he bought his own daughter's panties. I took his blanket from his room to the living room and covered him with it. Then I went back to my bedroom.

I saw my phone flashing on my desk, so I turned it on and saw a new auction message. It was from the person who bought my panties. But the message was sent at 7:30 PM, when I was having dinner with my father, and he hadn't even touched his phone. The person who bought my dirty briefs was my brother?! I didn't sleep

all

night because I didn't understand why my brother would want to buy dirty briefs. He's a man that any woman who doesn't discriminate would welcome, and he has such a beautiful and sexy girlfriend, why would he have this kind of fetish?!

The next day, while having lunch at school, I asked my sexually experienced friend Sally, "Why would a man who can have any woman have other desires?"

She looked at me with her bright green eyes and said, "You mean your brother?"

I denied it. "Of course not."

She brushed her long red hair back from her shoulders and said, "Is it your dad?"

"My dad?" I asked in surprise. “How could I possibly say that about him?”

“Because your dad is so dashing!” She thrust her magnificent D-cup breasts forward and said, “Tell your dad that if he wants to find a woman, he can come to me!”

I never imagined my dad would be liked by women. But Sally’s extensive sexual experience was also because she was quite promiscuous. As far as I know, she started developing at eight, so it’s not surprising that she lost her virginity at eleven. She then had six or seven boyfriends and slept with each of them, so her sexual experience was truly extensive. But now she’s been single for over a month, so she probably just craves to have sex with any man, which is why she thinks my dad is dashing. “I won’t tell him! Even if he wants to, I don’t want him going to jail for having sex with a minor!”

“Have you forgotten that one of my boyfriends was already twenty-five when we got together?” “

I don’t care,” I said. “He’s not my dad!”

Just then, I caught a glimpse of a tall, thin figure out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see my other friend, Jenny, carrying lunch, walk up to our table and sit in the empty chair next to Sally. She asked, “What are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about Sealand’s dad!” Sally said. “He’s looking for women! So Sealand said she’ll tell her dad he can have me!”

“Really?” Jenny turned to me excitedly. “Then you can tell him he can have me too!”

I thought she must be joking. She always loved telling jokes. "How could you say something like that? Aren't you afraid your boyfriend will hear you?"

"I hope he hears!" she complained. "I really wish I hadn't given my virginity to his pencil-sized penis!"

I thought her makeup was much heavier after she lost her virginity. She was doing that to attract other boys. She must really be unhappy with her boyfriend's penis. But I think she's prettier without makeup. I said, "How do you know my dad doesn't have a pencil-sized penis?"

My two friends said together, "How is that possible?!" "

Why is it impossible?"

Sally said, "Haven't you heard that your brother has a big, pleasurable penis?"

I had heard that, but I still shook my head in response. "So what?"

Jenny interjected. "Your dad can have a son with a big dick, so he can't be too bad himself, right?! Like Sally's mom, who has big breasts, so she has big breasts too!" "

Yeah, Jenny has small breasts because her mom has small breasts too!" "

Some guys like smaller breasts!"

"And some girls like pencil dicks!"

I didn't believe their reasoning. I waited until they laughed at each other for a while before saying, "Then how do you explain that my mom only has A-cup breasts while I have B-cup breasts?"

They looked at each other before Sally said, "It's just a difference in size! Your brother has a big dick, but your dad's dick doesn't need to be the same size, and it won't be a pencil dick!"

Jenny added, "Exactly!"

I thought they were just making things up. But they've always been like this since I met them, so I just shook my head and said, "I still won't tell my dad I'm coming to see you guys!"

"Please?!"

"No!"

"I'll treat you to something nice to eat?!"

"No need!"

After we argued like this for a while, David, the boy I've liked since middle school, and his girlfriend Arisa came to our table. He looked at me and smiled, then asked, "You guys are still so lively?!"

My two friends knew I liked David, so they didn't answer him because they were waiting for my reply. I smiled and replied, "We were just joking."

Arisa said, "Are you telling a dirty joke? We keep hearing about penises. Tell us, we're both experienced!"

I felt like she was talking about me. She was basically implying that she and David had a sexual relationship. Although I liked her boyfriend, I never thought of taking him away from her. Before I could answer, she continued, "Oh, I forgot, Zealand has no sexual experience..."

David interrupted, "Why are you talking about this? Let's sit down and have lunch." Then he pulled Arisa to an empty table.

I wasn't ashamed of not having sexual experience. Maybe it's because I'm an Asian who grew up in a white world, so I'm more conservative than others, especially since I'm a girl. But I don't consider having sexual experience something to be proud of, like these white girls do.

I watched David and Arisa sit down and start arguing. I sighed and turned back to my friends. They looked at me as if to see if I was okay, and then Sally said, "Serves him right, of course his boyfriend will be angry if he says something like that."

I smiled at them and shrugged. I've accepted David dating other people. I'm a little disappointed that he's already had sex with Arisa, because if I date him in the future, he'll definitely have sexual expectations.

My friends must have seen my disappointed expression and fell silent with me for a moment. But Jenny suddenly asked, "Where are we going after school today? It's Thursday!"

I immediately replied, "I can't, I have to go to the post office."

Sally asked, "You sold another one... oh? How much did you sell it for?"

I knew she wanted to say panties, but someone had overheard her mentioning penises and warned her to be careful; what could she say? "Yes, $150. The customer has already paid..."

"Which pervert paid that much this time?" Jenny said. "If my boyfriend bought another woman's... I would break up with him immediately!"

"You should have broken up with him a long time ago because he has a pencil penis!" Sally laughed at her.

I wanted to see if they would still think the same way if they knew the person who bought my panties was my brother. But how could I tell anyone about this?

Sally asked, "Then we'll go to the post office with you, and you can treat us!

"

I didn't really want Sally or Jenny to come with me to the post office to mail a package because I didn't want them to see that the address I was sending it to was my own. But they insisted on going, and I couldn't stop them. I had to find a way to hide the address.

When we got to the post office, I took a form from the counter and started writing the address. My two friends were looking around and didn't notice what I was writing. But just as I was about to finish, Jenny saw what I had written from behind my shoulder. She said, "How could you write your own address?!"

My first thought was to lie and tell her that I had made a mistake and written down my own address. But I said, "That's because...because the person who bought her goods...lives in my house..."

Jenny exclaimed, "What?!" Sally heard me and ran over, asking, "What happened?"

"The person who bought...buys her goods...no, the person who bought her goods...lives in her house!" Jenny said.

Sally stared at me wide-eyed and asked, "Really?!"

I nodded.

"Then the person who bought your goods is...?"

"My dad or my brother..." I answered quietly. "I think it should be my brother..." Then I told them what I had discovered.

Sally said, "I never imagined your brother would have such a perverted fetish. If he wants, I can give him my panties!"

Jenny laughed, "He must know Zealand is a virgin to buy her panties! You're so slutty, how could he possibly want your panties?"

"How can you tell if someone is a virgin without spreading their legs?!" Sally said. "And although it's true that Zealand is a virgin, how can someone buying this kind of thing believe that the person selling panties could be a virgin?!"

"Most of my customers actually ask me if I'm a virgin," I said. "I always answer them honestly. I don't know if they believe me, but I think my answers make their fantasies richer."

"Did this customer ask you if you're a virgin?" Jenny asked.

I shook my head. "He didn't ask any questions. He just said he wanted to receive the goods quickly so he was willing to pay more for express mail..."

"I've always wanted to ask you, especially since the customer is your brother, have you ever thought about what these customers do with your panties?!" Sally asked.

I don't know why my friend would be interested in my brother even though he's a pervert. "I try not to think about it."

"Of course, it's for masturbation!" Jenny said. "Would they really wear her panties? Such expensive panties, it'd be such a waste to ruin them!"

"Not necessarily," Sally said, then looked at me and asked, "Do you have any repeat customers?"

"A few."

"That makes sense, they must have worn them out to need to buy more!"

"I don't know, I haven't asked them why they would buy my panties again," I said. "But if I don't ship the goods soon, they won't arrive tomorrow!"

The next

day, while I was still at school, I received a notification that the goods I had shipped had arrived. Usually, customers want to sign for the package, but my brother said he didn't need to. So I knew he needed to go home to get it. And I also knew he needed to get home before me or my dad because the package wasn't addressed to anyone, so either of us could potentially open it.

I rushed home because I wanted to see if my brother had bought my panties or if something was amiss. But when I got to the front door, the package was gone. As I entered the house, I heard voices. A man and a woman's voices came from the kitchen. I knew immediately it was my brother and his girlfriend.

I went into the kitchen and saw them sitting at the round table, drinking coffee they had bought from outside. They were still wearing their fall jackets, which meant they weren't planning on staying home any longer. I couldn't believe my brother would bring Valerie home with him to pick up the package. If I were his girlfriend, I would definitely want to know what was in the package. I asked, "You're back?"

"We just came back to pick something up," my brother said. So I was certain he was the one who bought my panties.

I deliberately asked, "Aren't you staying home for dinner? You haven't been home for days."

"We've been very busy lately," my brother said.

Busy enough to buy dirty briefs online? I said, "Busy enough to not even have dinner with your family?"

"I didn't mean that," my brother said, standing up. "We just really don't have time for dinner." He picked up his coffee and was about to leave.

Valerie also stood up, but when she reached for her large purse, she accidentally knocked it over and it fell to the ground, spilling everything inside, including the package I had sent.

6.

After seeing the package, I asked, "So you had time to come all this way just to receive a package... What's so important that you made the special trip back?"

My brother and Valerie exchanged a glance, and then my brother said, "This is a gift I bought for Valerie."

"Yes," Valerie added. "This is something I've always wanted."

I knew it was something one of them wanted. The question is, why did they buy my used briefs? "Wow, that's great! It's so nice to be your girlfriend, I want a gift too!"

My brother immediately said, "Okay, whatever you want, I'll buy it for you next time."

I deliberately replied, "Whatever you give Valerie, I want the same thing!"

I saw Valerie smile out of the corner of my eye, but my brother still said with a serious face, "Then I'll buy you..."

Valerie helped him say, "A very cute pair of socks, I can wear them for you next time!"

"I'll buy you the same pair of socks," my brother added.

I deliberately asked again, "Can I take a look now? If these socks aren't my style, I don't want you to waste your money buying them for me."

My brother immediately walked to the door and said, "We're in a hurry, so Valerie can wear them for you next time, okay?"

Before I could even answer, they were both rushing out the door.

After my brother and Valerie left, I kept thinking about why she was involved in buying my panties. Although I've never dated a boy, I don't think I could continue dating a boy who buys other women's used items. My brother isn't an ordinary boy, but Valerie isn't an ordinary girl either; she's a woman who can have any man she wants. What do this enviable couple need my panties for?

My dad interrupted my thoughts: "What's wrong with you? I've been spacing out since I got home."

I was trying to figure out why my brother and Valerie bought my panties, so I blurted out, "Why would anyone want to buy a woman's used panties?" Only after the question was out did I realize how inappropriate and embarrassing it was to ask my father.

He looked at me in surprise and said, "Why did you ask such a strange question?"

Since I'd already asked, I decided to continue. "I heard some people do this online, and I'm curious what kind of people do it, and why they buy such things."

"I can only say it's to satisfy a sexual fetish," my dad said, looking embarrassed.

In the ensuing silence, I felt my dad was spacing out, just like I had before. I don't know what he was thinking, but I knew without asking that it must be related to my problem. Not long after, he hurriedly left the living room and went back to his room.

Just before I was about to go to bed, I received a message that someone wanted to buy my panties. This customer offered twice as much as other customers for the panties I had started auctioning a few days earlier. I checked and found that this customer had just joined the website. These kinds of customers happen often, so I didn't think much of it and accepted the price to complete the auction. When I needed to know the shipping address, I said to myself, "No way? Did I accidentally ask a question that led my dad to buy my panties?!" I only slept a little

all

night because I kept thinking about how he could find the website where I sell my panties so quickly, and choose mine from so many sellers, just like my brother. I believe I have the most beautiful genitals among all the people who sell briefs, and not everyone shows their genitals, but it's such a coincidence that my brother and dad both buy briefs from the same person. However, what disappoints me most is that he, like my brother, is a perverted lecher. This makes me wonder if I should stop selling briefs.

Because from the moment I woke up and saw him until we had breakfast together, I glared at him, and he asked me, "What's wrong with you? Did I do something wrong?"

It must be because I didn't get enough sleep, my mind wasn't working properly, and all I could think about all night was this, and I was angry about it, so I accidentally said, "Yes! You're a pervert!"

My dad asked in surprise, "Why did you say that to me?"

I couldn't help myself, so I continued, "Because I know you bought used underwear!"

My dad asked in even greater surprise, "You...how did you know?"

Only then did I realize I had said something I shouldn't have. But his admission of doing something disgusting made me even angrier, and I yelled, "Because...because the person who sold it was my...my friend!"

I didn't expect him to ask, "Which friend?"

"You still ask!" I yelled. "Do you know how embarrassed I am because of what you did!"

He could only say, "I...I..."

"What!?" I continued to yell. "I just asked you a question and you went and bought a pair of panties that you have no use for!"

"I...I was just curious..."

"Curious doesn't mean you have to buy it!?"

"I didn't originally intend to buy it...I just wanted to take a look...but once I saw your friend...I unconsciously paid the price..."

"You saw my friend and...what does that mean?"

"Her...that...is just too alluring..."

I calmed down when I heard him praise my genitals. But I still didn't want to forgive him like that. "Then I'll tell my friend I'll pay, but the goods don't need to be delivered."

My dad looked clearly disappointed. "Don't do this...?"

I felt angry again. "Don't do this? Do you really want my friend to know that my dad isn't just a pervert, he's a super pervert who would even want the briefs he knows belong to?!"

"I'll pay double!" my dad said. "Anyway, your friend already knows the truth, and you know the truth... I really... need those briefs... you guys just pretend you don't know... okay?"

I couldn't believe my father would be so confused over a pair of briefs. Although I found him disgusting, seeing my father, who had never asked me for anything before, so earnestly pleading with me for these briefs, I had no choice but to say, "Okay... then pay her double the price... she'll still send them to you..."

"Thank you," my father said. "I know you look down on me for doing this, but I really need these briefs..."

"I do look down on you!" I said. "But why do you need this kind of thing?"

"Actually, I don't know what I'm buying it for. After you asked me the question last night, I was just curiously looking for online stores to buy briefs, but when I saw your friend, I was captivated..." he said. "I know it's perverted of me to buy it, but I just need it..."

"You still haven't answered my question."

He sighed and said, "Your friend... her genitals remind me of your mother..."

At that moment, I could only wonder if he would suspect that I was the one selling the panties. After class

on Monday

, I folded the panties my dad had bought and put them in a clear plastic bag, just like I always did with other customers, except I didn't put them in a package envelope. I was ready to give them to him. He had been insisting that I go to my friend's house to pick up the panties over the weekend, but I refused and told him I would pick them up from my friend when I went to class on Monday.

I put the plastic bag on the coffee table in the living room and went to cook dinner, waiting for my dad to come home. When I heard the front door open, I yelled, "Dad, the goods are on the coffee table!"

"Whose panties are these?" The person who came into the kitchen and asked me this was my brother.

I regretted not thinking he would come home anytime, and that he would leave the panties in the living room where anyone could see them. Of course, I told him the same lie: "They're my friend's..."

I didn't expect him to ask the same question as Dad: "Which friend?"

"Why are you asking this? It's none of your business whose panties are these!" I hoped that saying this would make him understand he shouldn't ask any more questions.

Just as he was about to speak again, the door opened once more, and this time my dad called out, "Celine, do you have my stuff?!"

My brother glanced at me, then walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, asking my dad, "You mean this stuff?"

My dad exclaimed, "Ah!" Only then did I enter the living room and witness an awkward situation.
But being discovered as a pervert by my son was probably better than being discovered by my daughter, right?

My brother coolly handed the briefs to my dad, asking, "Is the person selling the briefs Celine's friend?"

"Yes...yes," my dad replied. "Did Celine tell you?"

My brother nodded. "Did she tell you who her friend is? She doesn't want to tell me."

I didn't like their conversation at all. Even if I really did have this friend, and they knew who she was, what were they going to do to her? Before my dad could answer, I yelled, "You two perverts, have you forgotten I'm here?!"

"Of course we haven't forgotten you're here," my dad said, seemingly starting to get smug, despite his earlier surprise at his son finding out he'd bought dirty panties. "It's just your friend's..."

I interrupted, "Yes, you already said that, no need to say it again..."

My brother chimed in, "Your friend's genitals are very beautiful. She arouses a strong desire in me."

Although I was happy he thought my genitals were beautiful, he was my own brother, and he liked looking at my genitals, and he was so direct, so honest in expressing his feelings about them. I really felt disgusted.

My dad nodded in agreement with my brother's opinion. He asked, "How do you know these are the same person's panties?"

"Look at the packaging, the panties you and I bought should be from the same person," my brother said.

"You bought her panties too?!" my dad asked in surprise.

"Yes," my brother said. "Actually, Valerie bought them, but we both have a strong desire for the genitals of the people who sell panties."

My dad asked in even greater surprise, "You mean Valerie is bisexual?!"

My brother smiled and said, "She's still more interested in penises, but like me, she's so captivated by her friend New Zealand's genitals that she can't sleep."

Was my brother exaggerating? My genitals kept him and Valerie awake?! But my dad also said, "I'm also obsessed with this girl's genitals... I can only sleep when I keep thinking about them. I initially wanted to buy her panties because I thought they looked like your mother's, but the more I look at pictures of her genitals, the more I like her!" This

is ridiculous! Although I already know my dad is obsessed with my genitals, his words, coupled with my brother's and Valerie's reactions, left me unsure what to think or do. What they saw was my genitals, me wearing panties.

They both turned to look at me, and then my dad asked, "Can't you really tell us who your friend is?!"

"I've told you so many times, I won't tell you who my friend is!" I shouted. "I've also told you that even if you knew who she is, there's nothing you can do! She's too young for you!"

my brother said. "Okay, we won't ask who she is anymore... but can you tell us how old she is?"

"She's the same age as me." My brother and dad both looked very disappointed with my answer. "So don't ask me any more questions about her!"

my brother asked. "We won't ask her anymore... but can we just buy her panties at a discount? We originally wanted to buy the ones Dad bought, but Valerie and I are poor students and can't afford to pay the highest price every time..." "

Every time?!" I asked. "You know she's my friend and you still want to buy them?!"

my brother nodded. My dad also said, "I want to keep buying them... her prices are a bit high..."

I didn't want to make money off my family. My brother often buys me things, so if he spends too much money on my panties, he definitely won't have money to treat me well. My dad already spends all his monthly earnings on our family, how could I be a bad daughter and waste his money on such disgusting things? I wouldn't even touch it if it weren't my own panties. "Why do you keep buying this kind of thing?!"

my brother answered first. "Valerie and I have always liked exciting sex, so we're always looking for new sexual ideas and new things. She found your friend's panties by chance and bought them... to take a look..."

"Take a look?" I asked.

He waited a moment before answering my question. "We smelled it and realized we didn't really know what use it was, but we thought it was such a waste, so we washed it and Valerie wore it, and then she made me take it off... That pair of panties gave us the most intense, most enjoyable sex..." "

Then why do you need to buy more dirty panties? Why not just reuse them?"

"We want different styles and colors."

"Then why do you need to know who my friend is?"

"We want to have sex with her."

Too direct, isn't it? I really can't believe my brother would want to have sex with me. No, he just wants to have sex with someone who has my genitals. If he knew the genitals were mine, he'd be horrified and wouldn't be so obsessed with them anymore. My dad felt the same way; he couldn't possibly continue to like my genitals if he knew that the person with genitals so similar to his deceased wife's was his own daughter. I felt that telling the truth might be the best way to put the whole thing to rest. But I couldn't tell them the truth. "I absolutely won't tell you who she is!" I said, seeing the disappointment on their faces. "But I can ask my friend if he can give you a discount."

"Great!" my dad exclaimed.

"Then what do you need so many panties for?" I asked my dad. "You just received them today..." I don't know why I asked these questions. These were things a daughter shouldn't know.

"I want to use them to masturbate!" my dad said. “I’ve masturbated a lot since I saw her genitals. I know that with panties, I’ll have more intense pleasure and orgasms. But once I ejaculate inside, it might be different… so I need a few more…”

“Okay, okay!” I interjected. “I understand… I’ll talk to her…”

“She’ll still take pictures of her genitals and wearing panties, right?” my dad asked.

“I’ll ask her when I talk to her…”

The three of us stood there motionless and silent for a few seconds. Only my brother broke the silence: “I know you said you wouldn’t answer questions about your friend, but do you know how much sexual experience she has? That way, when Valerie and I are dressed up, we can have a more intimate feeling…”

I didn’t know whether I should not answer him or just say whatever came to mind. But without realizing it, I blurted out, "She's a virgin..."

His and my dad's jaws dropped, and they both exclaimed simultaneously, "A virgin?!"

Then my dad continued, "Why would a virgin sell her panties?!"

I thought they had a problem with virgins. "If you don't want to buy a virgin's panties, then forget it!"

"Of course we want to buy them!" my dad said. My brother nodded in agreement. "We want to buy them even more! We're just surprised a virgin would do that!"

I gave them a wry smile before realizing why I'd blurted out the truth about me being a virgin. "She wants to earn pocket money..."

They both nodded, indicating they thought that was a possible reason. My brother asked, "Can she show us her hymen when she takes pictures?"

I wanted to say no, but I held back. "I haven't even asked if she'll take pictures of you cheap girls. Isn't it a bit much to ask her to take pictures of her vagina?"

"Yeah," my dad said. "Take it slow... we can ask her later after we've become her good customers..."

"That's true," my brother said. He asked me, "I hope you can help me and Dad get a good price!"

I gave them another bitter smile before saying, "I'll ask..." I thought my last conversation with my dad was ridiculous. I never imagined that the two men in my family would express their desires because of my genitals, when I, their sister and daughter, had done so. I don't know what will happen in the future; I only know I have to be careful not to give myself away.

The next

day, I told my dad and brother that my friend had agreed to sell cheap briefs. They were very happy, but they asked for a lot of briefs. I reminded them that my friend couldn't give them that many immediately. They both understood that achieving the level of dirtiness they wanted would take time. I told them it would take about two weeks.

As soon as I said that, I regretted only giving myself two weeks. So I immediately went and bought many different styles of briefs, made a schedule, hoping that I could wear a pair of briefs to give them every day and deliver on time. But before, I only sold one or two pairs of briefs a week at most, and for each pair I sold, I would wear it once, wash it, wear it again, and repeat this process until I felt the briefs were dirty enough before I went online. This time, I not only didn't have the time, but I also had to be careful not to let them find out that I was the one selling the panties.

I had considered asking my friends for help, but I didn't want them to know that my dad and brother were perverted lechers. And I didn't want to lie to my dad or brother; ever since they found out I was involved, they'd been very honest with me about their desires. Although I felt strange and thought I was pretty perverted myself, I was honored that I could provide them with a way to satisfy their desires. When my friends asked me who bought my panties, I lied to them that I had made a mistake.

But I still needed a way to get rid of dirty panties, so I asked during lunch at school, "Do you guys have a way to get rid of dirty panties faster?"

Sally asked, "Do you have clients with weird tastes?"

I lied and said, "Yeah."

She thought for a moment and said, "I haven't really noticed, Jenny?"

Jenny also thought for a moment before answering, "I only know that you have to wear them a few times to leave any stains that can't be washed off. Unless the client only wants you to wear them once and not wash them?"

I thought about how my brother always insisted on washing them before letting Valerie wear them, so he definitely wouldn't want panties that had only been worn once. And my dad is a bit of a pervert, so I figured he wouldn't like panties that had only been worn once either. So I said, "I don't think they'd like panties that have only been worn once."

They were both silent for a moment. It's not surprising that they hadn't noticed. After all, most girls pay attention to keeping their panties clean and don't intentionally try to get them dirty. Suddenly, Sally said, "I know!" She looked directly at me and said, "You can masturbate while wearing your panties! Your vaginal fluid should get your panties dirty faster!"

Jenny asked skeptically, "Really?"

I didn't really believe masturbation was a good method either. Especially since I've never masturbated. But since I was old enough to understand, I've rarely produced vaginal fluid, so this method should be worth a try.

Sally shook her head and said, "I don't really know, but besides that, I can't think of any other way to get the fluid on my panties. I usually masturbate without my panties on!"

At this moment, Arisa suddenly appeared again. This time, David wasn't with me. She asked, "Why do I always hear about pornography whenever I pass by your neighborhood? Last time it was about penises, this time it's about masturbation. Do you guys really need men that much?"

I really had nothing to say to her. But Sally said, "People who demand to have sex with David every day don't have the right to say we're sexually active, do they?"

"You!" Arisa interrupted, then turned and left. The truth is, everyone at school wants to maintain a good girl's reputation, but every girl will take the opportunity to badmouth another girl. I think it was the right decision not to continue telling these two good friends about the perverted things in my family. I think I should also stop telling them about selling my panties.

10

As soon as I got home, I ran into my bedroom to see how to masturbate. I changed into my freshly washed new panties and climbed into bed, draping a cup over my body. I knew the basics of masturbation, but I had no desire to masturbate, and I didn't know how to begin.

I gently touched my clitoris with my index finger through my panties and realized it was really sensitive. It felt a little itchy. I touched it again, and it itched even more, as if all the blood in my body rushed to my clitoris. I didn't know if this was the right reaction, but I started stroking it with my index finger. Just a touch, and I started to feel good. I began to understand why my friends liked to masturbate.

But my goal wasn't to feel good; I needed to get my panties dirty! So I continued stroking my clitoris and used three fingers of my other hand to stroke the entrance of my vagina. I often touched this area because I wipe myself with toilet paper after using the toilet every day. I hadn't noticed anything special, but stroking my clitoris at the same time made me feel even better. Even though it felt good, I only felt a little wetness, and I didn't think this level of wetness was any different from my usual level. After stroking both areas for several minutes, I started to feel that my panties were soaked.

I didn't know if this was dirty enough for me to change into another pair of panties, but I found that my hands didn't want to stop stroking myself to check, because I was already feeling very comfortable. At that moment, besides enjoying masturbation, I was also thinking that if I could get my panties dirty this way, I could continue this business, because that way I could make money and enjoy myself at the same time.

But I was still a girl who had never masturbated before, so although I felt very comfortable, after more than twenty minutes, I still hadn't achieved the orgasm I had heard about. Because I was also tired, and my hands felt sore, I stopped touching myself, got off the bed, and took off my panties. I checked the panties and saw that the area covering my bare genitals was indeed soaked with my vaginal fluid, but I knew I needed to wait until it dried before I could tell if it looked dirty.

I put it on the table where I had prepared a plastic bag, then put on another pair of new panties and climbed back into bed to start masturbating again. But as soon as I touched myself, I felt a soreness in my arm. So I immediately stopped masturbating and wondered what to do. I thought I could only tell my dad and brother that my friend needed more time.

A little while later, I heard the front door open and close. I didn't know who was coming back, but I knew he was heading towards the bedroom. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, and then I heard my dad's voice: "Xialan? Xilan, are you there?"

My dad shouldn't be home so early, and my brother usually doesn't come home on Wednesday afternoons. So I just had a moment of weakness and didn't lock the door. Now it's too late to regret it. I didn't even have time to answer him before he opened the door. He saw her inside and showed no surprise, instead asking, "Huh? I just asked if you were here, why didn't you answer?"

"I didn't even have a chance to answer you, how could I?" I maintained a calm expression, so Dad wouldn't suspect I was at home with the blanket covering me. I just hoped he wouldn't see the panties on the table. "Who opens their daughter's bedroom door like that?! What do you want?! Get out!"

"I just wanted to see you," he said. He looked around the bedroom. He saw the panties on the table and asked with a disgusted smile, "That's..."

Because I had already taken a picture of the panties I bought so he and my brother could see the style and color, I knew he would definitely recognize that pair of panties as one of the ones I was supposed to deliver to him. I blurted out, "That's for you!"

Dad excitedly walked to the table, picked up the panties, and immediately said, "They're still wet!"

I didn't know how to explain, but I lied, "Yeah, my friend just left not long ago. She knows you're a good customer, so she came all the way here to give you one as a surprise!"

"Is that so?" Dad exclaimed. "It's a pity I came back so late, otherwise I could have met your friend!"

I just hoped he would believe this lie, and to dissuade him from even thinking about meeting my "friend," I told another lie: "She doesn't want to see you!"

"Why?!" he complained. "If she'd come all the way here to give me her panties, especially soaking wet ones, why didn't she just meet me directly?!"

I really didn't know how to answer him. "I don't know..."

He walked towards me, holding my panties, and asked, "You really don't know, or you just don't want to tell me?"

Looking at Dad's terrifying expression, I thought he must be obsessed with my "friends." What would he want to do in my room if I wasn't home? "I really don't know!"

He walked to my bedside, sat on the corner, and turned to ask, "Then you must know what she did to get her panties so wet, right?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"Of course I have to ask!" Dad said. "The more I know, the more I can enjoy these panties!"

"You shouldn't be asking me that! Have you forgotten I'm your daughter?!"

"I haven't forgotten, but only you know her..." He suddenly widened his eyes as if he had finally realized his behavior was inappropriate, then looked around the bedroom again, before looking down at the panties in his hand. He finally continued, still looking down, "Never mind, I shouldn't be so obsessed with your friend's genitals... Tell her I'll pay, but she doesn't need the goods..." He stood up, feeling completely different from before, walked to the table, put the panties back in their place, and then walked towards the door.

Although I still found his sexual desire disgusting, I didn't want to see him, a father who had always been good, so listless. So I said, "She was masturbating here before..."

Dad didn't react as I expected. Instead, he sighed and said, "Can you tell her to stop selling panties? I think her parents would be heartbroken if they knew."

As he walked out of the room, I could only imagine that he already knew who my friend was.

That night

, I ate dinner with my father in silence. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that I was the one selling panties, and the one who aroused his sexual desire was his daughter. He hadn't directly told me that this was his conclusion, but I was certain he already knew the truth. As I started cleaning up, he suddenly asked, "Did you receive the money?"

I had already received his money before dinner. The fact that he didn't mention my "friend" made it clear he knew I was selling panties. He gave me double the money. It probably meant I had to stop selling panties. I know this is his principle as a father, but there's already a man's desire for a woman between us. Can we still be a normal father and daughter? "Received it,"

Dad nodded before saying, "Okay..." He stood up but then immediately sat down again. He kept opening and closing his mouth as if to speak, but he didn't say anything.

I didn't know what to say either, but I couldn't bear to see him speechless any longer. "You want me to stop selling panties, right?"

Dad finally said after I said that, "That's what I originally meant..."

"Originally?"

"Yes," Dad said. "I originally thought it was wrong to have desire for your genitals, my own daughter's genitals. But I never knew the person I was looking at was you, so I shouldn't regret being obsessed with your genitals."

I couldn't understand what kind of twisted logic he was spouting. But I didn't like what he was trying to say.

Before I could say anything, he continued, "Since you knew from the beginning that I was looking at your genitals, and that I wanted to buy your panties, you must not care that I'm obsessed with your genitals, right?"

"You can't say that, can you?!" I said hastily. But all of this was really hard to explain.

"What I mean is, since you already know how obsessed I am with your genitals, it shouldn't be a problem for me to keep buying your panties, right?"

I thought my dad had gone mad. But what he said made sense. After all, I knew his and my brother's desire for my genitals, and I was still selling them panties. Was I being too greedy? Or was there something wrong with my brain? "So you're giving me double the money so that..."

Dad said excitedly, "I can buy even more of your panties!"

I didn't understand, I really didn't understand. But I felt a wetness that I hadn't felt even when I wanted to masturbate before. Feeling this, I blurted out, "You and my brother have already asked for too many! I can't possibly deliver them on time as promised... and you want even more?!" Only after saying it did I realize that whether we could deliver on time wasn't the important issue; how we would get along in the future was more important.

"Oh, I see. I thought you were quick," Dad said, scratching his head. "Weren't those briefs in your room soaking wet?"

"That was from masturbation..." I blurted out, then realized I'd said the wrong thing again. But I'd already told him it was my friend who got them so wet from masturbation, and now that he knew my friend was me, it was too late to say it wasn't from masturbation. "And it's not as dirty as you think..."

"Since I know it's you, not being dirty enough isn't a problem. Actually, I know it's your panties that got wet from masturbation, which makes me even more excited!"

Hearing him say that, I finally snapped, "Have you forgotten that I'm your daughter!?" Before, when he thought I was my friend, he didn't talk like a normal father. Now that he knows, he seems to have become even more perverted... But why do I feel more and more wet?

"I haven't forgotten," Dad said, seeing my temper flare up and his expression turn serious. "That's why I need to buy your panties to satisfy my desire for you. It's like a boy who likes a girl he can't have. Even though he likes her, he knows that no matter how hard he tries, the girl won't even glance at him. But he can still have a crush on her and desire her. And of course, I know that no matter how hard I try, I can't change the fact that I'm your father. But I can use your panties to satisfy my desire. A boy knows he can't make a move on a girl, and I know I can't do anything more serious to you than masturbating with your panties!"

I wanted to say that girls who are secretly admired usually don't live under the same roof. But isn't saying this too much? Saying this is equivalent to me not believing him. But do I have any reason to believe him? Dad has clearly crossed any boundaries a father should have for his daughter. His reason for continuing to buy my panties is that we're no longer just a normal father-daughter relationship; the only difference is that we know each other's secrets. The problem is, he's already crossed that line. What reason does he have not to go deeper into that inappropriate territory? And me? Have I also crossed that line? When I found out that my father and brother were the ones buying my panties, not only did I not stop them, but I also willingly sold them cheap goods. What was my motivation for doing this? I don't know how to think about it. "But..."

Dad continued, "I know this is all strange and... scary, especially being treated like a pornographic object by my own father, but I haven't felt anything for a long time... That's why I have such a strong reaction. I swear I would never do anything more perverted than this, and I also think this is just a temporary desire..."

I just hoped he wasn't just saying it. But then I realized my panties were completely soaked.

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