Twister

Keep the competition going. She’s only up by one. You’ll win the next one.

You scan the closet of board games. So many to choose from, but unless you added **** and/or stripping, they don’t meet your need. Your **** need to see and feel her big tits. The view of her cold hard tits in her sports bra and your grope has only made the craving worse.

You find a game with some nice possibilities: Twister. The game with circles of colors, where you’re directed to place your hands and feet on certain colors. You’ve never played as an adult. The mat isn’t very big. Even without being nefarious, you’ll have to touch your sister-in-law’s voluptuous body.

You bring the game into the living room and hold it in front of you. You say to your sister-in-law, “Care to let me even the score?”

She laughs, “No way your old ass is more flexible than mine. If you want to even the score, you better pick an outdated Trivial Pursuit that only has questions about the 2000s.”

“It’ll be that much more embarrassing when you lose to me.”

You play right there on the living room floor. You give one of the kids the spinner to call out the body part and color. Your sister-in-law stretches. Goddamn she is flexible.

“Left foot green.”

You step on the mat. So easy.

“Right hand yellow.”

She bends down and places her hand on yellow. Her sweater hangs loose. You can see down her shirt. She’s change into a black bra. You see the tops of her suntanned breasts. It’s going to be hard to concentrate on balancing with views like that.

“Right hand blue.”

You bend over. Balance yourself on one hand and foot. This might be harder than you thought.

“Left hand yellow.”

Your sister-in-law places down her other hand. Her tits squish together.

“Left foot blue.”

You take your foot off green and snake it under her hanging sweater to the blue circle.

“Left foot blue.”

She steps her foot onto the mat. This actually allows her to get into a much more comfortable pose. She sits her soft ass down on your outstretched leg.

“Not fair,” you cry, but secretly love her touching you.

She smirks, “Shouldn’t have put it under me.”

“Right hand green.”

You bring your hand onto the mat. You make sure you keep in position to watch your sister-in-law move.

“Left hand yellow.”

She moves her hand from one yellow circle to another, but doing so takes her warm ass off your leg.

“Right foot green.”

You flip into a crab position and plant your foot. Your hips are up, belt buckle to the ceiling. Your sister-in-law’s face hovers right above your crotch.

She giggles, “Whoa buddy. Don’t have another moment like your touchdown excitement. You’ll poke my eye out.”

“Left hand red.”

She has to reach over you to get to the red circle. Her sweatered tits press into your face. They smother you. You can’t imagine a better way to die.

They have to repeat your instructions several times. You’re too distracted by these huge sweater puppies napping on your face.

“UNCLE!!! LEFT HAND RED!”

You give an honest effort in trying to reach it. You push your face up into her soft tits and stretch. When you realize you’re about to fall, you hug her and bring her down with you. Her pillows encompass your face. You rub yourself in them.

She’s giggling that she won.

Nope you definitely won that round.

You say, “Good game. Give me another chance, best 3 out of 5.”