The Dress

"Every year it was the same. Christmas was the highlight of the year. Not because of the lights, the dinner or the family. But because of the dress. The black dress and matching heels. Every guy in the family knows that she doesn't wear underwear. She hasn't since she was 14. The dress has elbow length sleeves and goes to her knees. It has a v cut neck and a open back. It fits her like a glove and she knows it. She wears it every Christmas and all of us guys have the same reaction. We fight a hard on all Christmas day."

I got out my Christmas dress and heels. It's my favorite holiday dress. I wear it every year with matching heels. It fits perfect and is warm. It's my favorite holiday dress. Not wearing panties helps so there's no lines either. This dress really is my favorite.

"She walks back and forth with no clue what she does to us. She is just being herself cooking cleaning and taking care of kids but she has that natural beauty and doesn't even know it. Her long blonde hair cascades around her shoulders and down her back. She wears eye makeup and nothing else. Simple elegant and beautiful. My brother is a lucky man to be married to this beauty. She is short petite and fun size. Packs a punch and has a mouth. As I watch her bend over to pick something up my cock twitches again and I adjust how I sit on the couch. I know it's wrong. She's my sister in law and we're best friends but, the girl is georgous and is oblivious to it."

These men are looking at me like their starving. Like I am the meal there waiting for. I'm hurrying with dinner and dealing with kids. I really try my hardest to make sure my guys are taken care of. They all help out and take care of me it's the least I can do. I just hope their not mad cause dinner is taking so long. I try really hard.

" I over heard her tell my brother she is trying and hopes dinner will be ready soon. I look at our older brother in astonishment. She thinks we're angry about food. We're not angry at all and she is busting her ass. I feel the weight of my actions and behavior. My self control around her came off as anger. I never wanted that. She is amazing and special, I could never be angry with this angel. My older brother and I enter the kitchen together. We start setting the table and bringing out food. The look on her face and that smile tells me we have fixed it and she is happy again. Everything is set and we sit to eat. Only none of us grab food."

There just sitting here. Other than kids plates nobody has touched what I made. I can't figure out what's wrong. That's when they all just look at me. Now I'm starting to really sweat. What could I have done wrong. Ive been cooking and making food since 5 am I don't get it.

"We can tell she's nervous and doesn't understand why we're not eating. Her husband stands gets her plate and puts meat and a roll on it. I add stuffing olives deviled eggs and green bean casserole. My older brother pours her drink and we set it in front of her. She is astonished and immediately starts eating. Now we can get our food. The kids and this angel have their meals we are happy. See she always serves everyone and gets her food last. Not today. It's her turn to relax now."

I never get my plate before everyone else. This is awesome and taste so good. I do love my cooking. Everyone finished dinner had dessert and now the guys are doing dishes. I get to relax. This has been a good Christmas day.

" My brother's and I finish dishes and cleaning up. My older brother and I say good night give the kiddos love and head for home. As we're driving my brother shakes his head. With a huge smile on his face. I know why he doesn't have to say it. I am thinking the same thing. That dress. That damn black dress."