Rip the curtain open

You came in here to see her tits. There’s only one thing between those you and those heavy knockers: a dark plastic curtain.

Don’t be a bitch. See those tits.

You grab the curtain and yank it to the side.

Water streams down your sister-in-law’s nude back and ass. She jumps forward and screams. Her big tits sway and she clutches her chest. Her body crotches down and she looks back over her shoulder at you.

“What the hell!?”

You didn’t see a damn thing. She hide her tits so quickly. Her nipples were a blur. Fuck. How did you not get a look at her tits!? The reward should be worth the risk. Now you’re standing there looking at a naked scared woman, seeing everything but her boobs.

“You out of here you creep!”

“Sorry. Thought you were my wife.” Your tone is so disappointed. It was obviously a lie.

You pull the curtain closed.

You didn’t see her tits and now she’s thinks you’re a creep. She’s gonna tell her husband, who will tell your dad. Your wife will want to know why you did that. This whole Thanksgiving is ruined.

You open the bathroom door, but hesitate before exciting.

If she thinks you’re a creep, then you’re really going to be a creep. You’re seeing those big hangers before she leaves this bathroom.