its the last day of vacation and we are packing up the cars.
I’m making one last sweep inside to make sure we’ve got it all, and sister-in-law traps me in the kitchen.
It’s a fairly small kitchen, so there is no escape if I wanted. I do not want to!
She grabs my balls, hard. “Got anything left in here for me?”
I wince as she’s squeezing fairly hard. “Why don’t you go down there and find out…”, I manage to say.
She genuinely thinks for a moment, then lets me go. As hot as it was getting my balls crushed by her in the kitchen, it is a relief when she finally releases me.
I continue my sweeep of the house for misc left-behinds, lock up the house and head down to the parking area where they are waiting. Wife and I drove 1 car, inlaws another.
“I’m going to ride back for a while with mom, hun…”
At first this sounds inocent enough. My wife will drive with her mom in her car, I will drive our car with….sister in law in it.
My reaction oscilates between “fuck yeah!” and “oh shit!”