Reality never lives up to imagination

Your sister-in-law sits on the toilet, her panties around her ankles. She squints up at you, her eyes barely open. “Huh?”

“Show me your tits again!” You say desperately.

She blinks and shrugs. She casually lowers each sleeve of her nightgown off her shoulder. It falls to her waist.

You see her bare boobs in the bathroom lights.

And they are not the shape boobs you saw outside.

They have some of the same features (they’re different big and the nipples are pink) but everything else about them is a kick to your nuts.

They sag so low on her body that he nipples point down like they’re teats on a cow. The pink areola are huge and encompass the entire peak of her fat tubular tits. The nipples are too long. Despite her young age, they’re streaked with discolored stretch marks. They’re a curse on her body that need to be removed!

Oh god. Why couldn’t you just let these tits live inside your imagination? You could’ve jacked off to the thought of your topless brother’s wife for years. Now you’ll be haunted by these hanging meat sacks like the lady climbing out of the tub in The Shining.

Your sister-in-law raises a tit and points it at you like a gun.

“Wanna suck?”