Mike sighed as he put down the phone. It was his sister-in-laws mother - his brother's mother-in-law. Apparently Brianna needed something fixed in the house. Again. Ever since Richard had taken the job in the West Coast, he had been called upon to fix things in his house. Mike wondered if Brianna told Richard how much he helped around. He didn't really care. She was family and family came first. Richard had always been a good brother to him although nowadays he was a bit of a dick. A dick who was more interested in making money than anything else.
Mike laughed to himself at the pun - Richard the Dick! How apt. He started the car and drove over to Brianna's. "Wonder what's gone bust this time." He wondered aloud. He really didn't mind helping. He just felt that sometimes he was being made use off. What was worse was that it was always Theresa that called for his help. It was never Bri. Mike knew that Theresa was a stingy old cat. Cute, but a stingy old cat all the same.
He was glad that Bri hadn't picked up any of her mothers stinginess. Matter of fact, she hadn't picked up any of her mother's ways. Except her good looks and her amazing tits. Yeap, both mother and daughter were lookers with the finest pair of tits he had ever seen. He used to joke with Richard that his mother in law had 'horizontal cleavage'. Whenever she wore low cut blouses, her tits stuck out so proudly that the cleavage was actually a deep horizontal line. Bri didn't have such big tits but they were a lovely size and shape. They were just firm enough to stick out proudly but soft enough to juggle about as she walked. With or without a bra.
Mike was so lost in thought over Brianna and Theresa's tits that he drove right past Bri's house. Smiling quietly to himself he parked the car and got out. Bri opened the door even before he rang the doorbell.
"Oh Mike!" She said. "I'm so sorry to bring you out her. The sink is clogged. I was going to get a plumber but Mom said she would call you first."
"Yeah well." Mike said, rolling his eyes skyward. "We know what you're mother is like! She thinks I can fix anything too. Anyway, I'm just glad I don't like to far."
Bri laughed along with Mike as she led him in.
"Got a toolbox?" Mike asked as he turned on the kitchen sink and noticed that the water hardly moved down the spout. He placed his hands over the drainage hole and pumped up and down a few times, trying to create a suction effect. That didn't seem to help either.
"Here you go." Bri said handing him a large toolbox. Mike knelt down and opened it to find a well stocked but hardly used tool box.
"Move aside, let a man do what a man's gotta do." Mike said in his best Clint Eastwood impersonation. Bri laughed and moved away to stand by the fridge as Mike knelt down and slid under the sink, the pipes just above his head. He used a wrench to open the elbow joint and immediately water spilled out over him, soaking his shirt.
"Damn!" Mike yelled out. "Shouldn't have opened that joint so damn quick!"
"You okay?" Brianna called out as she moved toward him. Mike shifted his focus to look out from under the sink.
"Uh, yeah, yeah. Just a little wet, that's all." He felt a lump in his throat as he looked up at Brianna. The light shone right through her dark blue floral dress, making it almost transparent. He could see right up her thighs to her ass. He could see the outline of her panties – hicut bikinis. He tried not to stare as he felt his cock rising to life and pressing against his jeans.
He refocused on the pipes and gathered his wits. "Mind moving out of the light? Cant see too well." He said, half wishing that she would just stay there and let him feast his eyes a bit longer. He kept working on the pipes and found that they were clogged with a sticky, glue like substance.
"God I'm such a klutz!" Brianna exclaimed when Mike showed her the sticky stuff clogging her pipes. "I spilled a bag of flour yesterday and I guess I didn't wash it all out."
"It must have hardened overnight into this gunk." Mike explained. "Then it would have created a vacuum effect and back pressure to stop the water from flowing down. Anyway, all fixed now."
"And look at you! Your all wet and messed up!" Brianna exclaimed. "Why don't you go take a quick shower? You can wear one of Richard's shirts."
Mike agreed. He was wet and had gooey bits on his face. A shower would help get his hard-on cool as well. Bri led him to her room and fished out a shirt from Richards wardrobe together with a fresh towel. "The bathroom's over there." She said pointing with her finger. Mike realised he had never been in her bathroom before. He usually only ever used the bathroom on the other side of the house, the one meant for guests.
"You get washed up. I"ll make some coffee and sandwiches." Bri said as she danced out of the room.
Michael walked into the bathroom and locked the door. There was a wonderful smell in here. The smell of soap mixed with perfume. He looked over at the array of soaps, powder and perfumes on the long vanity counter. He took off his clothes and as he was about to step into the shower area, his eyes fell on the laundry basket. His heart started to thump wildly as he recalled Bri's semi transparent skirt and her toned legs and panties. He pulled the laundy basket out and rummaged through it.
He picked up a black spaghetti strap blouse. It felt so soft and light in his hands. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled, getting the sweet scent of her perfume together with her own body odour. It smelt so womanly. He rummaged about again. His heart pounded wildly as his hands located a think piece of flimsy white material. He lifted it out. It was a pretty, white lacy cotton panty with a thin band of cotton running along the crotch. The crotch was stained with a slightly yellowish streaks. He could feel butterflies in his stomach as he raised the panties to his nose.
He sniffed tentatively and his cock jerked as his senses were inundated with the sourish smell of her stale pussy juices. He buried his nose into the crusted streaks and inhaled deeply. He imagined his nose was stuck deep into the seething gash of her pussy. He sniffed and smelled her used panties until he felt he couldn't smell anymore. He placed the white panties down on the vanity counted and rummaged about some more in the hamper.
