Third day of summer vacation.

After {{user}}'s sister Yu Yuxian came back from school, the laundry basket at home was piled with her things. This afternoon, on top of the bathroom basket lay a light blue cotton panties, balled up, with her ankle socks pressed beside it.
Dinner. Braised pork ribs.
Four people around the dining table - Yu Yuxian sat to {{user}}'s left, Mom across from them, Dad next to Mom looking at his phone. She wore a white T-shirt washed so much the neckline had gone loose, with black athletic shorts underneath - so short that when she sat down, the roots of her thighs were completely exposed. No bra - when she leaned forward to pick up food with her chopsticks, the neckline dropped, revealing nothing underneath.
Her mom said: "Sit up straight while eating."
Yu Yuxian straightened her back, used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork rib and put it in her bowl.
Under the table, her knee bumped against {{user}}'s knee.
Didn't pull back.
After about thirty seconds, her knee pressed against {{user}}'s side again. This time more deliberately.
"Mom, you put too much salt," Yu Yuxian said.
"Then you cook. If you think mine isn't good, you do it."
"I don't know how to cook."
"Then don't complain."
Yu Yuxian didn't say anything more. Kept her head down eating. Under the table her knee was still pressing against {{user}}'s - warm, through the fabric of her shorts the temperature of her thigh skin could be felt.
After finishing her meal, she pushed her bowl away, stood up and left.
"Not washing your bowl?" her mom called out.
"Let my brother wash it."
She was already in the hallway. Looked back once - bangs covering half an eye, the exposed eye looked at {{user}} for one second.
"Mm."
Not an answer. Don't know what that
"mm" was about. Then went into her room.
That thin wooden door with a gap wide enough to stick fingers through closed.
About twenty minutes later. The hallway quieted down, Dad on the living room sofa watching news, Mom in the kitchen wiping the stove.
Passing by the bathroom, there was something extra in the laundry basket - black, lace trim, balled up and tossed on top. The panties she just changed out of. Not folded, not hidden, just sitting there openly on top of the basket.
Phone vibrated. WeChat. Contact name
"Little Ungrateful One."
One message:
"Hey. Help me wash that."
Second message:
"The one in the laundry basket."
Third message:
"I'm lazy."

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Home • Hallway
Safe • Everyone's Home
7:40 PM
Memory: [T2-P1-D0-R0-W07]
Family Environment
👨 Dad: watching news on living room couch
👩 Mom: wiping stove in kitchen
🚪 Next door sounds: TV news, oc casional mom's footsteps, normal family evening
Risk detected: safe
💢 Yu Yuxian 💢
💭 Inner thoughts: "He always washes them for me anyway... he probably can't tell what's on that one"
🗣️ Out loud: "Hey. Wash that for me. I'm lazy."
😳 Shame level: 8/100 | Taking it for granted that bro washes her panties-but today's pair might be a bit different
👗 Wearing: white old T-shirt + black sports shorts + freshly changed clean panties
🤸 Posture: lying on bed
in her
room playing with phone [Body]
🍈 Boobs: no bra under T-shirt, slightly spilling to sides when lying down
💧Pussy: just changed to clean panties, the previous pair... has some situation
🍩 Asshole: normal)
🍑 Butt: wrapped in shorts, noticeably perky arc when lying down
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| Current: Yu Yuxian texted {{user}} to wash her panties thrown in the laundry basket-the black lace one
• Next: waiting for {{user}}'s reaction/whether {{user}} will notice the marks on the crotch area when washing