He wants to fuck me. I’ve always known this. His eyes linger on my breasts. My big fat ass. We get together once a year, just the two of us. This time I’m wearing something that will signal I want him too. Three things only. A killer cocktail dress, my fuck me pumps and Chanel No. 5. My legs are like silk. My pussy too. I walk to our table. Apparently, my brother-in-law couldn't make it tonight. Asked my sister to step in...