Home Repair

As I walked in the door I heard my wife on the phone. I poured myself a cup of coffee and went out to my garage. My garage is my refuge. My hobbies are out there and I do most of my reading out there. It is my home inside my home.

Sarah, my wife, came out after about fifteen minutes and said that Lori, her sister, needed my help. It seems that the bar in her closet had fallen down and her clothes were all over the floor.

"Okay," I said. "I'll go over and see if I can fix it for her."

Lori lived about a mile away. She was divorced and living alone for the first time. We were helping her in whatever way we could, me with minor home repairs and Sarah helping her to decorate her new place and getting her back into the single life.

I had been beginning to resent all of the little repairs, at least two a week for the last six months, but she is my sister-in-law and I did like her. I grabbed some tools and walked towards my truck.

"I'll be back soon, this shouldn't take long," I said to my wife as I stepped into the truck.

"Take your time," she said, "dinner won't be ready for at least an hour and a half."

What I didn't know driving over to Lori's was that she and my wife had been talking on the phone for the past two hours about how much Lori had been using me. Wives, it seems, if they really care about their husbands, can pick up on the subtle clues we leave that things really aren't that great sometimes.

Sarah had told Lori that she had been taking advantage of me. She was giving nothing to encourage me to continue. Sarah had rejected the homemade pie idea saying that she needed to find some idea that would make me want to go over and see if she needed anything.

My wife reminded her how I checked out her chest whenever she came over. We guys think that it will go unnoticed if we are quick and just don't stare. Well, they know, even though we try so hard to not get into trouble and try to be subtle or to stare from across the room.

Sarah and Lori had hatched a plan where Lori would make sure that she was braless whenever I was going over there. She would also start wearing thin and skimpy tops. Not only that, but she would encourage me to stare and try to draw attention to her breasts. That, they concluded, would make me want to go over as often as I could.

It was a good plan and I have been married long enough to know that we men are always manipulated by our women. As far as manipulations go, this was one of the better ones. One that I was doomed to fall for and to be happy about it.

I knew none of this as I knocked on the door, announced myself and walked in. Lori met me in the hallway. She was definitely braless and wearing a light tank top with a low neckline. Her nipples were plainly visible and I stared for several seconds.

She said, "Hi, Joe. I'm so glad that you could come over." She was smiling and I think that she was arching her back a little. Her breasts were lovely not too big, and perfectly shaped. I must have been gazing for a couple of more seconds before I lifted my eyes to her face.

She was smiling broadly as I said, "No problem, I'm always willing to help you out. After all, you are my favorite sister-in-law!"

She laughed and gave me a big hug, pressing her breasts to my chest. "I'm your only sister-in-law," she said. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and moved back. I had my tools in my hands so I couldn't hug her, and I wanted to.

"So, lets see this little problem of yours," I said to her breasts.

She turned to lead me down the hallway to her bedroom. I had never noticed her ass before, but tonight, for some reason, I could not take my eyes off of it. She was wearing a tight pair of shorts and the gentle sway had me hypnotized.

She showed me the closet and I immediately saw that the brackets had broken. I took a couple of quick measurements and said that I had to go to the home improvement center and that I would be back in a few minutes. I also told her that this was an easy fix.

When I got back twenty minutes later, she was in the bedroom. She had her clothes off of the floor and was sorting through them on the bed. She did have a really cute ass.

"This is actually a good thing," she said. "I haven't looked at a lot of these in a long time. I have some really cute tops here, don't you think?"

"I don't know. I'm not much into fashion - just ask Sarah," I laughed.

"You know what you like," she said, facing me. Her chest was thrust out again and she had a sexy smile on her face with her hip pushed to the side.

She looked so good right then that all I could say was, "I guess so."

I turned to the closet and started to install the first bracket. She turned around and took off her top. I pinched my thumb with the bracket and said, "Shit!" She turned her head and I saw the side of her bare breast. She laughed and put on a different top.

"What do you think of this?" she asked.

She was wearing a light blue tank top that was much thinner than the one she had removed. I could clearly see her breasts. The neckline wasn't as low, but I had trouble taking my eyes off of her. I was developing a bulge in my pants and I focused on installing the first bracket before I turned all the way around and said, "I like that one; the color matches your eyes. I think it looks good on you. You should wear it more often." My eyes never left her breasts.

"You think so?" she asked, cupping her breasts. "You don't think that it is too big?" and she pulled the sides so that it stretched tighter across her breasts.

"No, I like it," I said.

"Okay, what about this?" she said, turning around and removing the tank top.

I just stared and, as she started to turn back around, I quickly got busy installing the second bracket.

"What do you think of this one?" She asked.

I said, "Just a second," as I finished installing the second bracket, mentally willing my bulge to go down.

I finished installing the bracket and bent over to pick up the bar. She walked towards me and as I looked up all I could see was the bottom of her breasts. I stood up and noticed that she wore a short-sleeved shirt that was cut so that it just barely covered her nipples.

I said, "That looks really good for club wear," when I could finally speak.

"Yeah, you're right," she said as she turned back to the bed. She took off the club top and picked up another. She turned slightly towards me and I got a very good view of the side of her breast as she put on the next top. I didn't think fast enough to turn around before she did. I just stared at her. The bulge in my pants could not be controlled and was pointing right at her.

"How about this?" she asked.

What she was wearing could only be described as a man's "muscle shirt" with a very low neckline and armholes very low on the side of her body. The straps were all that covered her nipples.

"Damn! Lori," I said, "that is hot, but I don't know where you can wear it and not get arrested."

"I kinda like it," she said. "Maybe I'll just wear it around the house."

I turned around and placed the bar on the new brackets and said, "See? All fixed. I told you that it wouldn't take long." I then noticed a board leaning against the back wall of her closet and asked, "What's this?"

"Oh, that." She was standing right beside me so that I could look down at her cleavage.

"I wanted to put up a shelf, but I haven't done it yet," she said.

"I'll put it up for you tomorrow," I said.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You've done so much for me already."

She was facing me, not more than six inches away, and I was staring again.

"Sure, no problem," I said, "and that top does look really good on you."

She threw her arms around me and said, "You are so good to me!"

She pressed her lips to mine and my hands moved to the sides of her breasts. They were so warm and so bare. She pulled her face away from mine. My hands were still resting on her breasts. She placed her hands on my chest. Her top had shifted during the hug and her nipples were exposed. My eyes were glued to them as she said, "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Good night," I said, releasing her breasts and gathering up my tools.

I was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow instead of worrying that I would be wasting another Saturday fixing up her house instead of mine.

Yes, we men can be manipulated and enjoy it.