“You’re not seeing my wife’s boobs. You’re not touching my wife’s boobs. And after this holiday you’re never gonna see her again because I am keeping her away from your creepy ass,” your little brother says.
“You’re gonna regret this,” you say. “When your wife gets felt up. She’ll only have you to blame.”
Your brother thinks you’re bluffing. You are not bluffing. How dare your little brother treat you with such disrespect! You’ll show him disrespect.
Brazen disrespect.
After a nice family dinner, your sister-in-law volunteers to do dishes. Yellow gloves on scrubbing elbows deep in a pot. You step up behind her, so close that she can’t tell who it is. You reach in front of her and cup her chest with both your hands. You squeeze each huge tit and give them a honk, even with the bra you can feel their softness. So big your hands seem small.
After one strong squeeze, you drop your hands from her chest. You give her ass a little smack. “Thanks for doing the dishes, hun.”
You walk away like everything is cool. Totally normal. Your chubby presses your pants, but it’ll go away before anyone notices.
You sit back down with the rest of your family. When your brother catches your eye, you wink. He gets up and rushes to the kitchen.
