Demand your right as eldest brother to see those tits

You step up close to your younger brother. You nudge him. “Yo, show me that pic again.”

“What? Which one?” He’s playing confused.

You nudge him again. “You the know one. Your young wife in her inappropriate swimwear. Clothing that mother would find shameful if she knew your wife was wearing.”

“C'mon man. I didn’t mean for you to see that. Don’t tell mom.”

“Nudge,” then show me the picture again.

Your little brother looks around before taking out his phone. He scrolls to the picture and holds it in his hand for you to look at. He doesn’t trust you with his phone.

I look down at her glistening California Girl beach ball titties. Her massive jugs stretch out the fabric of the top until it’s almost transparent. You swear with enough contrasting you’d be able to see her nipples through that suit.

You say, “Goddamn how have you hide that body from me? She’s fucking perfect.”

“Thanks,” your brother says shyly.

“How’s the sex? I bet she’s a fucking fox with a body like that.”

Before your brother can reply you add, “You know this family had a tradition where the eldest brother got to fuck the bride before all his younger’s brother’s wedding? Our dad has fucked all our aunts. At least the aunts that aren’t his sisters.” You punch him in the arm. “You didn’t even offer me your bride before your wedding night. You broke a generational tradition. Our family is going to be cursed because of you.”

“You’re just shitting me.”

“I am not. Have you not met our family? We’re the most traditional people in the hemisphere. We pretend to trip walking into church because a great-great-great grandpa once face planted and the priest made a joke saying that he was ‘blessed by god’. This family takes things seriously. If dad finds out I haven’t fucked your wife, first he’s going to beat me then he’s going to kill you for not offering.”

Your little brother looks nervous. He finally thinks you might be serious.

You say, “There’s still time. You’ve only been married a week. Make it happen, then I’ll lie to dad and say it happened before your wedding.”

He looks up to you and so innocently asks for advice, “Should I ask her first?”

“Yes. I don’t want to **** your wife. It has to be consensual. Stress how much it is a family tradition. That she won’t be accepted until my dick’s been in her.”

Your little brother runs off.

Holy shit! He bought it. You could’ve just asked to see her tits, but if you’re gonna lie: go BIG. Hopefully your little brother’s wife is obedient and will do anything he says.

You need to get your dick between those slicked up tits.