It’s not your brother texting back

Shit. Shit. Shit. You’ve been caught. The kids were watching the phone you were texting. You’re a fucking idiot. Always thinking with your dick. Thinking about those big fat tits.

You give yourself up. Better to face the embarrassment now.

You text back, “I’m upstairs.”

You wait in dread. You don’t even look at the four remaining pictures. You answer the knock at the door.

It’s your sister-in-law. Her face scrunches in confusion. “I’m looking for my husband. Have you seen him?”

“No.”

She looks around me into the room. “He's acting weird.”

“What’s he doing?” Play it cool.

She looks ashamed to tell me. “He texted you very private things. I’m sure it was a mistake. Luckily I caught and deleted them before the kids saw them.”

“Oh wow. What did he send me?”

Her cheeks blush crimson. “Like I said, very private things. I’m sure he’s very alone right now if he’s looking at those private things.”

You smile at her embarrassment, “I’m going to make you tell me before the holiday weekend is over.”

“Oh no,” she waves. “I’ll never tell. I would literally die if you saw what he sent you.”

Her tits are probably red, she’s blushing so hard. You glance down at her dress. You know what cannons she has hidden under there. It’s a crime to conceal those.

You wonder what bra she’s wearing right now.

She turns and continues to look for her husband.

The mind snaps out of the hazy high of seeing her big perfect tits in skimpy lingerie. You have to find your brother and control the situation.