Nothing. She doesn’t tell your brother what you did

You wait for your brother to come running back into the room. You can’t wait to see his anger. You want him foaming at how you disrespected him and his new wife.

But you hear no yells, no stomping feet. Your brother walks back into the room and sits back down. Doesn’t even look at you.

What the fuck?

You get back up and go to the kitchen. You corner your sister-in-law, back her up until her ass pressing into the counter. She looks up at you, “Back for another feel?”

“Did you tell my brother?”

“What’s there to tell him about? I didn’t mind.”

You cannot believe this. She was just groped by her husband’s brother and she doesn’t care. It pisses you off. You want her to feel violated! To run crying to your brother. Make him feel like a worthless protector.

You grip her hips and lift her unto the counter. You bury your face into her dress. You press her tits together with your hands. You rubs your cheeks between her soft pillows. You rub your nose back and forth between her cleavage.

You pull your face out and look at her. You want her to scream in horror. Cry ****.

But her neck is flush, her breathing is swallow. She can’t take her eyes off you. Sitting on the counter, she spreads her legs. She wants more.