Secret folder

You zoom back out to the grid of photos. You scroll up looking for flesh. Looking for exposed tits. Hard nipples.

But you don’t find anything scandalous. Just pictures they’d post on Facebook.

You go to his texts. You find his chat with his new wife. There had to be some flirting and dirty talk before the wedding night.

Goddamnit. Just fucking wedding plans. How fucking lame are they!?

You dig deeper. You look at his Files. It’s filled with Folders titled ‘Downloads’ and ‘Taxes’. You see one at the bottom titled ‘xxx.’

No way.

You click it.

Jackpot.

Seven photos from seven nights of their honeymoon.

You click the first.

Your sister-in-law in white lace bridal lingerie.

It’s like a corset or a teddy, something that covers up her stomach, but you don’t can’t about that. You just look at those pale heavenly globes pushed up on her body.

Your brother’s wife on their wedding night. The first time he fucked her. He’s so fucking lucky. How fast did he release those big tits and suck on them?

You know how long it would take you.

You text the pic to yourself and scroll to the next one.

It’s just her ass in a skimpy thong. SKIP.

A close-up. A lace red bra that doesn’t even cover her whole tits. The bottoms pop out. They look so fucking soft. Such easy access. You could undo that bra with your teeth.

You text it to yourself. You’re positive there’s going to be a topless one in here. Maybe one of her cum covered tits. Oh you hope your brother is a dog like that.

The phone buzzes with a text. Your name pops up as the texter. That’s weird. Then you remember you’re on your brother’s phone.

“WTF r u doing!?!?! Where are you!?!?”

Oh fuck.