“Hey,” you say casually not taking your eyes off that big bare rack. You take mental snapshots of her nipples and her nice big light areola. “Your wife just wanted to flash me her set.”
“That’s not…,” your sister-in-law starts, but you shush her. She immediately shuts up but unfortunately covers each boobs with her hands.
“She just wanted to prove how tan she gets by showing me the parts the sun didn’t touch.”
Your little brother grabs your shoulder, “Stop creeping on my wife.”
You spin and knock him back into the door frame. Your hand grips his neck. “Don’t touch me little bro. Next time you touch me, this hand will be on your wife’s neck instead of yours.”
You squeeze and **** him. When you let go and gasps, “The Concussion messed with your head. Your being a bully.”
“I’m your big brother. You better respect me, and your wife better obey me.” You look back to the scared woman holding her massive tits in her hands. “I just came to admire her lovely jugs, but since you felt the need to touch me. Now I feel the need to touch her”
You step further into the bedroom. She pushes herself back on the bed. Looking for somewhere to run.
“Don’t be afraid. You’ll like what I’m about to do.”
“Bro, stop! You’re not yourself!”
The concussion has unleashed your primal need for big titties. Nothing can stop you.
