Snitch and tell your sister-in-law

You look stricken, disgusted. You can’t comprehend what you just saw. This type of relationship can’t happen in your family. It’s nauseating. You have to stop it.

You find your sister-in-law, your younger brother’s very new wife. You take her to the side, “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

She can’t deny the look on your face: something is beyond wrong.

You hand her your brother’s phone. “I accidentally got your husband’s phone switched up with mine. I saw some very disturbing stuff on there.”

“What stuff?” She asks.

“If I talk about it, I’m going to throw up. You just need to know. Especially since you just got married.”

You leave her the phone. You try to scrub the image of your naked sister from your head. Forget all the nasty texts. The **** needs purged from this family.

Your sister-in-law’s scream echoes through the house. Everyone comes running, including your sister who is adjusting her clothes.

She is pure rage. She points at your little brother and directs him outside. Even though they’re outside, you can still hear her yelling. The whole neighborhood can hear her yelling.

She only mentions him cheating, not who he’s cheating with. My little sister tries to disappear inside the couch.

After the screaming, she storms back into the house. She packs her back. She yells, “I’m done with this perverted family.”

She gives the finger on her way out, “You all are going to hell. I hope I see you never.”

She slams the door on my family, on my brother, on her new marriage.

A few minutes later your phone buzzes with a text: “Can you give me a ride?”

Everyone is bombarding your brother with questions. No one sees you slip out.

Your sister-in-law flumes at your car. Her face is flushed red…and so is her cleavage. To cool off, she has unbuttoned the top of her dress. The swells of her massive tits feel the cool November breeze.

Luckily she’s so concerned with her own problems, she doesn’t notice that you can’t peel your eyes from her huge rack.

As you drive, she rambles. You tone her out. You make sure you’re safe and constantly checking your mirrors aka checking out those titties. They’re all you want. That cleavage has you hooked. You don’t care if it kills you.

“I’m done with him. I just wish I could do something that would hurt him as much as this hurt me.”

Your mind is just a non-stop porn-reel of her tits. You blurt out, “You can film me fucking your tits and send it to him.”