Switch it out with your own phone

The phone is sitting there unlocked. You walk and pick it up.

The kids cry, “Hey! We’re watching that!”

“Sorry. Your dad needs his phone back. You can watch something on my phone.”

Your heart pounds while you find a show for the kids. Your eyes keep flicking back to your brother’s phone. You gotta make sure the screen doesn’t lock.

Finally set up with a show again, the kids are quiet. You run to your bedroom and shut the door. Lock it.

You sit on the bed, shaking in anticipation. You open the photos.

An overwhelming grid of photos appears. You click on a familiar picture of the beach. You scroll.

The picture doesn’t pop up.

You scroll back the other way. Your pulses in your neck. Your breathing is quick in shallow. If this was a sitcom, someone would give you a brown paper bag to breathe in.

Where the fuck is this picture!?

You scroll even faster. You past it up. Only the flash of pale cleavage catches your eye. You go back.

There it is.

Your plain Jane conservative sister-in-law in a bikini. You zoom in. There’s only one thing you want to see.

Her massive tits stretching out the fabric of that top. They look so heavy. And sweaty. The pale flesh glistens in the sun.

You wonder how well they tanned. If you ripped off your brother’s wife’s dress, would she have sexy tan lines on her fat tits?

Your dick grows hard.

You zoom in further, praying for a hint of nipple. You wish the water was colder.

No titty hard ons. Just soft round globes. You want to squeeze them. Cup them in your hands and jiggle them.

Your hand digs into your pants and grips your hard cock.

Your sister-in-laws tits deserve cum on them.

That's short term thinking. You take your hand out of your pants. You can do that later. With the same picture.

You text the picture to yourself. You can jerk off to that for years.

You got what you wanted, but before you close the phone, you wonder if there are more pictures of her fat tits. Her big cleavage.

You need to see more.