An Extended Wedding Present

I thought that my brother was fooling, him getting married, to a chick no less. I mean I didn’t think that he was gay but the chance of him finding a female willing to spend the rest of her life with him was as laughable as the president giving a female reporter a compliment. But it did happen and now I’m feeling a total fool for not attending the wedding, nor getting them anything as a present.

But after seeing her picture on his phone it became my obsession to see them tits bare and in person and I had the perfect way- give the pair that house I just renovated and had planned to flip! Hell I have only invested fifty thousand in it so far but if I got those tits in plain sight multiple times then I would consider that money well spent!

When I presented the idea to my brother and his new wife, their opinion was split. She loved the idea, my brother considered it charity and countered with the idea of paying twenty-five hundred a month as rent, if i would continue maintaining both the house and property.

I didn’t want to appear that I thought that gave me the perfect chance to get to see my Sister-in-law’s tits. I also knew that my brother was too pigheaded to accept the offer of the house free so I went along with his idea. Little did I know that it gave me a perfect way to get those tits in my face.

It started three months after they moved into the house. The first month the rent was on time and complete, paid in cash. The second month the rent was four days late and short by five hundred dollars, in which I was told would be paid the next month. I’m still waiting to see a cent.

When I got a hold of my brother, I was told the household expenses were handled by his wife and that she was at a spa retreat! I asked him why he wasn’t there with his wife only to be asked, “What would I do at a spa retreat?” Then he actually had the nerve to complain that the hot water heater wasn’t working properly.

I realized that my brother wasn’t going to do anything about the missing rent, so I waited for his wife to get home. To prove I wasn’t an asshole about it, I actually showed up two days later to check on the hot water heater. I was in the basement working away when she came down the steps in a bikini.

“Guess who’s home lover?”

The way she shrieked when I turned around, wiping grease off my face told me it wasn’t the lover boy she expected!