“Fine,” he mutters. “I’ll show you, but after that you have to stop.”
“Deal. Deal. Some me them titties.”
“And you gotta stop talking like that. You stop like a horny teenage douche.”
He scrolls through his phone. Then turns it so I can see the screen, but doesn’t hand it to me. It’s a picture of him and his wife together. He stands behind her. They’re both naked from the waists up. His hands hold up her boobs like a bra.
It’s like he’s holding two soft watermelons. Tan lines stripe her boobs. His hands unfortunately cover her nipples, but you can see their size and shape perfectly.
You say, “You lucky bastard. When did you find out she had massive cannons.”
He takes the phone away. “When I first saw her. Those puppies are impossible to hide.”
“Then she’s Houdini around your family. I had no clue.”
“Mom would freak if she saw how big my wife’s boobs are. I make sure they’re strapped down anytime she’s around.”
“I wish my wife had a rack like yours.”
“I’m sure your wife has a good body too.”
“Nah. No boobs. Good ass though.”
That perks your brother up. “Your wife has a nice ass?”
You nod, “Best part about her.”
“I’d love to see that.”
“I have no pictures,” you say. You barely get to see it in person.
Your brother nudges you. “Let me check out your wife’s fine ass. If you do, I’ll let you see some more of my wife.”
He shakes his phone. You knew he was holding back sexier pics.
