When we talk about sister in law, it’s easy to think of wife’s sister. For my case it was actually my wife’s brother’s wife (hence by extension sis-in-law in a way - who writes bro-in-law wife right??? Or issit just me.).
Jamie was my bro-in-law Adrian’s first (and from my memory his only) girlfriend and they were together for 5 years before getting married. She came across to me as a sweet looking girl and through the limited occasions where we met (even before or after their marriage) she did not imprint on me as anyone that may be exceptional, i.e. she is just a nice girl next door - yeah it’s getting less common but I suppose it still happens.
I guess the first time I started to notice her was the day when my wife was excited about meeting up her brother as he was intending to share their wedding photos. Usually I am neutral about such things but you know what they say - happy wife happy life - so I thought I’ll just hang around a bit to share their happiness. As how the session went, my BIL passed his phone to my wife and she was happily swiping through the photos and commenting on how suave and handsome her brother was (she always does that). However my attention went to another…
….WHEN DID JAMIE HAVE SUCH HUGE TITS??????
It must be the push-up bra or some corset effect correct? Or was it photoshop??? Without looking too obvious I was doing what I can to screen through the photos and wow I was in for a treat. Then my wife swiped onto a photo and exclaimed “Wah brother! Can I have this as my wallpaper? So nice!”
I would have loved her to have it. In the photo Jamie was wearing this red and black evening gown with an extremely low and deep cutting which shows off an immense amount of flesh and cleavage - in the ten seconds which I looked at it, it was a challenge for my mind to decide if she hid them way too well or it was technology and clothing doing the work.
“No way sis,” Adrian replied. “This one too exposed lah, if Jamie knows I confirm head off the board!”
“Bro u no say I no say okay liao ma!” My wife tried a last effort to influence him (which is usually futile). I also know my wife was not serious as she usually respects his decisions.
“No is no ah sis, you know that.”
“Ok la just kidding only. Let me enjoy the rest of your photoshoot bro.”
She swiped on.
I was still wondering.
WAS SHE HIDING THESE DELICIOUS TITS ALL THESE WHILE?
(a quick update to continue this…)
Fast forward to the day of the wedding. My wife’s brother is a very meticulous guy and everything is planned to the tee - all the arrangement from the tables to the restaurant to the traditional wedding plans were executed flawlessly.
My wife and I woke up early this day to travel to my in-laws place to help out as well as to go through the tea ceremony. Things were fine until word came that they were arriving, and suddenly everything just got rushed - preparation of tea, arrangement of tables and chairs, making sure relatives are handled…
…inside me I did feel it was kind of a chore as I do not know these relatives very well - however I did have to present my very best since my performance also gives a shine to my wife, which in turn gives a good impression to the relatives and in-laws. Sometimes managing relationships can be a task, but that’s just how it was.
The time came and my brother in law and his wife walked in donning the traditional “kwa” which, to my disappointment, covered up just about every part of her (I know this should not be a moment to think about that but I believe every bro here knows how our brains work). Things ran through the motion, tea was served to the elders then to myself and wife without much fanfare. As things started to settle, I could see Jamie in the other room touching up and stuff. My wife went to prepare a drink for both of them, and the corner of my eye spotted a lack of a straw in any of the drinks prepared. I took the initiative to find a straw, and by the time I could pass to my wife she was already in the room passing the drinks to them.
“Good thing you spotted this” my wife turned to me and smiled as she took the straw and offered to Jamie. In turn, I could see Jamie nodding slightly to me with a smile and appreciation. It was a very brief moment of calm and spark, but due to the occasion I did not process it at all.
The day went generally well and they left my in-laws place. We then took a breather before going into the evening and into the wedding dinner…
Wedding dinner.
Also another of those that planned to work but doesn’t work to plan - many last min small details like “whose ang bao box is this” or “ang bao box put in car or put in hotel room” and many many micro decisions that people need to make a decision and get it over and done with.
While my wife was busy trying to tie up loose ends, I was just trying to help out a little by moving things and passing messages, guiding people that I happen to know to the correct tables and stuff like that.
Adrian and Jamie appeared now and then to welcome guests and make small conversations and decisions. As expected from most weddings of such timing, Jamie was wearing the typical white lace wedding gown that covered much of her (now what’s with all this covering when I wanted to know more??????) - I suspect it was a balanced decision as I heard that her parents were more conservative compared to my in-laws who just leave everything to the youngsters (mostly).
Fast forward to the dinner itself, we were of course assigned to the main table as my wife is the only sibling of my bro-in-law. Jamie also has her brother and in-law with her parents, while her other brother was based overseas and could not attend. Everything was okay as Adrian and Jamie had to move around due to the flow of events and their food was largely uneaten (for those who had been in it, knows). Then came the moment Jamie had to leave to change into her evening gown.
My mind pondered. Would she be wearing
that
?
The time has arrived. The music came, the doors opened for their second march-in.
YES! She was wearing THAT GOWN! BUTTTTT…
…what’s with that cutting???
Ok lemme give the closest illustrations I can find.
The design in front looked similar to this:
While the cutting, in my impression, looked like this:
The impression and the actual varied. In this wedding dinner, in this march in, it felt the cutting was reduced in half. It was not the SUPER WOW shot that I saw during the photo sharing, but thinking back I felt it was yet another calculated decision to appease the folks. Nevertheless, the evening gown managed to accentuate Jamie’s best bits which included her full bosom, granted it might be some intended effect of the corset or push-ups or whatever. At least I know her figure can be sculptured this way - no way my wife could reach this.
(I will be killed if she knows this - then again if she knew what I had in mind she will be my ex-wife already)
Then came the pouring of champagne, the toast and some thanksgiving words that had Jamie’s mum’s in tears.
So the last highlight of this event was the phototaking. As the main table, we took the photo first. So the photographer and bro team tried to organize us to fit for the best shot, and I was placed something in this manner:
Me Wife Adrian Jamie JBro JBroWife
In-laws JParents (seated and in front of Adrian and Jamie)
Nothing special right? It came with an unintended result - my angle was rightly placed to look through the cutting of her evening gown and I could have a good (albeit short) view of her glorious boob. I concluded within the 5 seconds of inconsistent viewing that she must be a C-cupper AT LEAST.
HOW DID SHE HIDE THOSE IN ALL THE MEETUPS WE HAD DURING ALL THOSE FAMILY GATHERINGS?
Thinking back I realized something - in most gatherings (if not all), she was in tees and denims, largely loose tops that somehow hid her assets.
Damnit, Adrian’s in such a treat.
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Originally Posted by
junior_cannibal
Most men, me included, can be blur and not so observant till something tips us off. Ya, unless the lady wants to flaunt or is rather liberal and open, some will be able to hide their assets rather well. Not even a sight of cleveage or a ZG of their panty or even bra strap, that’s why when a moment like that becomes a permanent printing in our big head that will send during current to the little head.
yeah man, that’s why the photo and the peep through the gown cutting is imprinted in me, triggering the curiosity further…
It was largely uneventful after the wedding dinner as they invited us for housewarming - nothing much to wow about through the usual helping out. In my memory Jamie was only wearing a tee and denim shorts but it was those loose type that did not even make out much of her butt - somehow in my mind she chose to hide all her assets and is probably carried over due to her upbringing.
Fastforwarding myself to an unlikely situation that somehow got me helping her out through an uncomfortable scenario for her.
Out of the house on an excuse of a dinner outing with colleagues, I met up with an ex-girlfriend that I was still on friendly terms with - one of the rarities in my life somehow. Both of us were comfortable with each other and we still do the occasional touches, but at least for me I did what I could to not step boundaries. And yes, this ex-gf (let’s call her Sheryl) is married but without kids.
It was common for both of us to exchange life topics and such and being opportunistic me I just do my little assurances and gentle touches just to keep ourselves close - I guess you guys know that’s a psychological thing right? Anyway we had dinner, and drinks (not a lot since I cannot be drunk by the time I’m home), and before we knew it it was around 10.30pm. I walked Sheryl to the MRT station and as we walked along Clarke Quay, something (or someone) caught me at the corner of my eye.
I saw someone, or at least a vague silhouette of a lady that I was supposed to know. She was sitting with another guy (ok she sitting he standing) with finished bottles on the table. It does seem she had half a glass of beer while the other guy was holding onto a glass of wine. He does seem to lean close to the lady, but somehow it felt the lady was not comfortable.
Oh wait. I stared harder.
Is that Jamie?
I guess I had not described much on Jamie. She’s about < 160cm tall (maybe 156? 158?) and slightly tanned skin which to my understanding is natural. She has bits of baby fats over her which does not make her look fat (I prefer calling her fleshy since she does not spot an obvious tummy) but she does have a nice smile which will give the GND feels. She switches between wearing specs and not, though the specs would have enhanced her GND effect, not to mention her usual ponytail in most gatherings.
It certainly took me a couple of blinks to affirm that it was Jamie all right. On this night she wore a white buttoned blouse coupled with a black straight cut skirt (your typical OL style), but due to the distance and that she was sitting I could not make out the length. Again due to the distance and angle I could not tell how she did her hair but I think it was let down.
My mind was “overclocked” on this occasion as I had Sheryl on one side and my deep curiosity on the other hand. It took me like 10 seconds to gather a quick plan.
“Hey Sheryl”, I said while walking her to the train station. “I suspect I left something at the pub just now and I probably need to rush back to find it. Would you mind walking the remainder to the station?”
“Don’t be silly lah, I’m ok. Let’s catch up again after my overseas trip okay?”
(Sheryl was intending to fly to Taiwan for some business stuff)
“Okay sure! Thanks thanks! See ya!” I said my goodbyes as I turned around to the direction of the pub. I had to walk a bit to be sure I was out of sight from Sheryl before I walked back the direction to where Jamie was. I hope she had not left.
As luck would have it, she was still around. Was it me or the guy appeared to lean closer to her? I’m certainly not a psychologist but I did not need to be a rocket scientist to read Jamie’s body language that she was not entirely comfortable with him. I maintained a distance from them to reduce the possibility of being discovered, while trying to analyze and formulate a plan, if required.
Looking at them, I pondered and wondered and probed my brain cells, doing my best to make sense of the situation. I took my phone, then I was thinking about something.
Did I have Jamie’s number?
Scrolled my address book - no luck. While I was thinking of an alternate plan I could see the man trying his luck - he tried a bit of touching of her hand and shoulder and I could see that while she tried to shrug it off but it felt on the other hand she did not insist on reducing or outright rejecting his advances. It did make me wonder just what side of Jamie am I observing…
…then I remembered. Yes, the group chat! I looked at the group chat that my wife had with Adrian. Yup, the stars are shining - Jamie was added in this group but she did not participate much in conversation. I would have to believe she did not change her number.
I took a deep breathe and typed a message through Whatsapp.
Me: Hey Jamie, I suppose you wanted to make your way back? I will be here in 5-10 mins as Adrian was not able to make it. Seems like he has some work right?
*sent*
Me: He had already told me where you are, so just stay around
*sent*
It seems my messages startled her as her phone vibrated and lit up beside her. She took it and had a look for about 5 seconds before the guy took his glass of wine and offered a toast to her. She put down the phone and obliged.
Time to countdown the 5 minutes and continue my observation……
The 5 mins of observation felt weird - in the moments I was observing it felt time passed slowly, but when I looked at my watch it felt way too much time had passed (though it was just seconds off 5 minutes).
Oh yeah, I think I did not explain why Jamie could have been in this situation. From my understanding Jamie got a new job in the sales department in a company selling high-tech healthcare products and machines. I did have sales friends often telling me about how they would need to spend time with clients and such to make sure things go smoothly…I can’t say for sure this was the case, but it could be. It just felt weird seeing this side of her.
Okay, enough of watching. Let’s go.
I walked along the corridor which the pubs lined up and approached them. One missed assessment on my end was about this guy - wow, this ang moh is almost one head taller than me sia. I do not think I have an option to back out now, gonna play along my cards.
Jamie was left with eyes wide as she saw me walked in.
Me: Hey Jamie, I’m here already. Time to go?
The guy: Now who might you be?
I tilt up my head a little and forced myself as much possible to meet him eye to eye.
Me: I’m her brother in law. I’m here to bring her back.
The guy: I drive. I can send her back.
I noticed Jamie tightened her grip of her handbag from the corner of my eye.
Me: With due respect, I don’t suppose you can drive after finishing some of these-
I casually moved my head to the direction of the few bottles of beer and wine.
Me: Has these been paid? I’ll foot Jamie’s.
I signalled the waiter to come over.
The guy: it is okay. I’ll foot the bill. Bring Jamie back.
I count my lucky stars this guy ain’t posing worse issues.
I leaned closer to Jamie but softened my voice.
Me: you okay? Can you walk?
She did not respond but hastily wanted to get off the high chair. It did seem that she had a drop too much and was not able to steady herself. I had to hold her by the arm to ensure she could get off the chair. As I held her I could feel some resistance but it was not that she was rejecting my help…she was not even looking at me this while…I think she was shy (that was my best deduction).
I tried my very best to extract her out of the location and wanted to walk her to a location where I could call for a cab or private hire (disclaimer: I did not drive).
Jamie: please don’t bring me home first. I don’t want to be like this when I reach home.
I guess knowing my bro in law’s temper, that would be a good decision. I walked her to a bench that faces the river. I tried to settle her down in the best way possible, making sure I was as gentle as I could. I had her on one end of the bench while I sat beside her. Her head was slightly tilting on the end of the bench and I observed her heavy breathing (possibly the effect from alcohol). That was when I noticed…
…she had two buttons off her blouse and I was yet again in a perfect view of her delicious tits encased in a black lacy bra with little twirl motifs (I’m glad I did not drink and am able to make that out under the light of the lamppost). I was kind of stuck not knowing what to do - continue counting my lucky stars for the view, or to button her up? Would it be appropriate to button her up in the first place? I could be mistaken if my timing goes terribly wrong……
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Bigbluebird
You know I misread it as “Bring Jamie back (to my side)” and set me on anger for a bit
Like that dua diao liao…
It just felt like if I dun continue I will kana chop up like that…I’ll continue this part before I go holidays…
-–
This is roughly what it was like for the blouse with 2 unbuttoned…(based on my memory)
I adjusted myself and sat beside her, still in view of what she had to offer for me so far. I edged myself a bit closer to her and I could smell a mix of perfume and alcohol - bros u know there’s a kind of weird turn-on for such mixtures and I was consciously fighting my urges that grew by the second.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Damn, the mixture of scents made me groggy.
I stood up, and walked to her front. Even from the frontal view it was such a sight to behold - those juicy and delicious tits looked like they wanted to be freed and fondled gently, just like how Jamie would like to be treated (granted this was part of my imagination). I took a small step back, and bent down.
She did not look like she was waking up. My hands inched closer to her blouse.
Being extremely careful, I had my fingers on the loosened button and on my right hand, I held the rim of her blouse. My hands were so dangerously close to her mounds.
She moved, and she did a brief stretch frontwards. I was not able to respond swiftly. She had her bountiful boobs encased in her laced bra briefly pressed onto my hands. I felt the texture of the lace designs and the softness of the flesh - though very briefly it felt eternal in my mind.
She slouched a lil back to the bench. I was frozen in time, albeit fleeting. I continued to button her up by a button as I gained free will. The top button would had been a challenge for me as it did not seem that it was meant to be buttoned.
I moved my hands off her blouse, then set myself to sit beside her. Calamity did not fall onto me, I sighed.
She moved again. This time she lifted her head and moved her hands. Both her hands sought for my right wrist and she held it. I felt her cold fingers needing warmth and I was startled for a moment. Her head went to rest on my arm, intentionally missing my shoulder. It felt like she wanted a softer spot.
Again, I sat motionless and left my devices to her whim. I had no exact idea what else I could do apart from leaving her to rest and leaving myself lifeless to a degree of not interrupting her. Then she itched herself a bit closer and the blouse and her collar touched me. I kept my composure. My eyes glanced downwards.
Oh yeah, I buttoned her up - it did not further my temptations. But her boobs were so so close to my arm. A part of me so wanted a feel of them, even if it was my arm.
I heard a buzz. I looked at her handbag and saw a glow. It was probably Adrian looking for her. I lifted my left wrist and looked at my watch. An hour had past since then, and the time came closer to midnight. I would have loved the moment to pass as it was, but I had to do something.
I moved my arm with intent and tried to wake her up. I felt a grip on my right wrist, then the grip loosened. Nothing.
“Jamie, I think you need to wake up.” I spoke to her.
Not a noticable movement.
I tilted my head closer to hers. “Jamie?”
I heard her taking a deep breath.
“Mmmm?” she mumbled, then quickly let go of my wrist and moved herself away from my arm. “Shit! What time is it now?”
“It’s nearly midnight Jamie. I think we need to go back.”
“Yes we need to.” she hurriedly picked her handbag but slowed her movements as she tried to get up from the bench. Instinctively I went to her left arm and held her in place, just in case. She did not reject the action.
“Slowly. Take some time, let’s walk to the waiting area.” She managed herself up and I released my hold. She seemed to be fine as she took very small steps to the waiting area. As she leaned on the pillar, I made sure she looked stable and stood close to her while booking a taxi.
After about 10 minutes, the taxi came and we sat at the backseat. I left her to sit on the right side of the backseat while I took the left. During the journey she just leaned to the right and rested, while leaving her left hand on the shared middle of the seat.
For no reason, my hand went to touch hers. Her hand was cold and my hand went over hers and cupped it with the slightest grip just to protect it from the air conditioner.
She did not remove her hand.
The taxi arrived at her place and I woke her up. I offered to walk her back but she shook her head. I think I knew why, so I did not insist. However as she lived on the 2nd floor, I could see her unit when I walked out of the taxi. I told the driver to wait as I stood patiently. She took like less than 5 minutes to reach her place and opened the door.
Jamie is safe. It’s time for me to go back.
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gothere8u
Nice update TS. Should have done more in the taxi.
Probably in my mind, yes. But she’s after all my SIL and this was the first incident that had ever happened this way.. so it’s not something that I could just cross (at least not in this time of manner)…