You stand up from the couch. Your brother steps in front of his wife to protect her.
You hold out your arms, “My wife just told me what happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t remember the last five hours of my life. I need to apologize for what I said.”
Your sister-in-law peeks around her husband’s shoulder. “You don’t remember anything?”
You shake your head.
“The bathroom?”
You shake your head. “What happened in the bathroom?”
She blushes, “Nothing.”
“I just want to apologize for what I said after I work up. It was pretty nasty. That’s not me.”
She steps out from behind your brother. Holy cleavage, Batman. “It’s okay. You fell really hard. I was afraid you had brain damage.”
You rub the knot on the back of your head. “It could only make me smarter.” You hold your arms out and step forward. “Really I’m sorry. That wasn’t me.”
She steps forward and embraces you in a hug. You squeeze her, trying to press those soft titties into your chest. You don’t let go. This needs to be a proper apology hug.
She pats you on the back. “It’s okay. I’ve already forgotten as well.”
You wait another moment before you release the hug.
“Well goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you say. “I’ll be up if you want to join me in the living room. My wife says I shouldn’t sleep.”
Your little brother says, “I’m sure she’ll come up with creative ways to keep her husband up.” He winks.
Your wife blushes, “Nope. I’m going to bed. I’m so tired.”
Your wife kisses you and goes to bed. Your brother goes into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on. Your sister-in-law goes into her bedroom.
You imagine she’s taking off that tight dress right now. Maybe you should go watch. See the tits that were in the picture.
