Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking
I moved in with my brother, Ralph and his wife, when I moved back from the West Coast. I was just going to be there long enough to find a place to live. I didn't want to intrude on the relatively newly-weds. Besides I didn't much care for her at all. I'd first met her at the wedding ceremony. It had been something of a whirlwind romance.
I could see why he was eager to marry Roxanne. She was a stone-cold fox! Gorgeous, naturally wavy blonde hair, with piercing green eyes, full lips, high cheek bones and a figure that defined sex appeal!
With all that going for her it was too bad she was such a bitch! Shrewish, judgmental, snobbish and so very egotistical. She had little or no interest in anything that didn't directly affect her life.
Ralph put up with it all because, as a high-powered lawyer with political clients, she made him look good! He told me one night after too much booze that she was as cold as a stone in bed. I had complimented him on his good-looking wife when he set me straight. It seemed that their sex life was more theoretical than real. Too bad. With those big tits and tight ass I had figured that she would be a great bed partner.
It was with this background that my story begins.
I was using the guest shower stall when the bathroom door opened. I could see a figure moving about but the pebbled glass prevented me from seeing who it was.
"I brought you some new towels," It was Roxanne.
"Thanks, Roxie," it was my pet name for her. She didn't like it but I used it anyway just to annoy her. I know, I can be something of a bitch myself.
"What ever," she responded. I was standing in profile to her while rinsing my hair. She stood in the bathroom for a long moment before she left.
Later that day I caught her watching me. She had never paid any real attention to me so it struck me as a bit odd. She seemed to be studying me. When she saw that I seen her looking she smiled before turning away and strutting out of the room. I had never seen her smile at me like that. And I did admire the strut!
The next day she wore a tight blouse with a low-cut neckline. It was a little more revealing than what she usually wore but not too far out of the norm. I didn't think much of it at the time. Again she smiled at me when she saw me looking at her.
Did she stand up a little straighter? I think she did!
At the dinner table the seating changed. Roxie now sat across from me instead of next to her husband. Again, it didn't seem too strange but I did notice that she was smiling at me more than she used to. She was wearing a sweater now and several times I noticed that her tits were big enough that they rested on the table when she leaned forward. At the end of the meal she pushed her plate way from her, crossed her arms in front of her and was leaning forward again. Her tits bulged up and out of her sweater! I could see her cleavage surge and billow as she breathed, moved and flexed! I had not noticed just how large busted she was. I mean, I knew that she had big tits, but this big? She had never made a point of showing off. If that was what she was doing now.
It did seem that she was showing off for me. She wore tighter skirts, skimpier tops and heels! She made a point to face me head on and I swear that she was making a point to push her tits out at me! A couple of times she definitely made a production of pulling her sweater down to show off more of her cleavage and titties.
Her blouses were unbuttoned further than before! Once she stood right in front of me, unbuttoned her blouse's top three buttons and while looking me right in the eyes she swept the blouse apart to expose her big tit mounds and the cleavage between them! VERY impressive!
And then she started to touch me! Nothing too obvious, but she would put her hand on my arm when she spoke to me. She would run her fingers over my shoulder when she walked behind me at the kitchen table.
One afternoon while I was looking thru an LL Bean catalog she leaned over my shoulder to point at a shirt. "That would look good on you," she told me. At the same time her breast was mashed against me! It was big and soft! She rested her other hand on me and rubbed it over my back! That was really different!
So my sexy sister-in-law was acting strange. What really made me notice the changes was when she walked back into the bathroom while I was in the shower.
Just like before she announced that she had brought me some new towels. And this time she added soap and shampoo. I watched thru the pebbled glass as she hung the towels and put the soap and shampoo on the vanity. She turned toward me as if to leave but stopped and stared at me. My view was very distorted but I thought that she was staring at my crotch! I turned away, ducked back under the shower and lathered up. When I emerged she was gone.
That night Roxie had some wine with dinner. Not her usual practice. Ralph and I stayed with water as we always did.
Later that evening as we were watching CNN Ralph fell asleep. He almost always did! He was leaning back in his Barcalounger, snoring softly.
Roxie slid onto the sofa next to me. She put her hand on my knee and leaned toward me. As she did her blouse gaped open and I could see her cleavage and the inner sides of her bra cups. Big bra cups! Big tits, too!
Roxie smirked at me. She shook her shoulders so I could watch as her big tits bounced and rebounded in front of me!
"I like it when you look at me," she husked. "I like the attention! Ralph doesn't pay me much attention anymore," she complained. Both her hands were on my leg now. This forced her tits together, pushing her boobs up and out of her bra!
"What's going on, Roxie?" I asked.
"Tell me the truth, Roger. Do you think I'm attractive? Do you think I'm pretty? I've seen you look at my figure." She straightened up and glanced down at herself. "Do you think I'm sexy? Do you, Roger?" She leaned toward me again and put both her hands on my thigh. Again, her cleavage surged up, fighting for freedom from her bra and into the open!
"I think you have a big dick! Do you have a big dick, Roger? I thought I saw something when I dropped off some towels for you the other day. And then this morning I could sort of see that you had a big package! That stupid shower door didn't let me get a real good look. But you seem to be packing!" Her hand had wandered up my leg and was now resting on my groin.
