Miranda had changed the clothes she wore as well. Instead of wearing a simple one piece jumpsuit, or two piece uniform like nearly everyone wore; Mira...da had on period clothing.I don't remember the years that they'd been in fashion, but I liked it. She had on a top that was cut out in the front to show those beautiful breasts that I remembered. If I looked closely I could see some kind of harness under the top was supporting them.On her lower body, she had on some kind of garment that went from. Sue came over me and asked if I could go with her inside. She led me to the kitchen, swinging her nice hips as I followed her. I looked at her nice curvy ass. Then she turned around and said to me in a quiet voice that she liked to see that I was staring at her butt; since Burt did not pay too much attention to her…She finally admitted they were not having sex lately…I was not sure what to say; but I finally dared to tell her that Burt was and asshole, having such a piece of nice ass at home. My mother asked, "How did he fall? Must have been the corn," she said puzzled, "but that doesn't explain the wheelchair."For some reason, that got through to me. I had to find out what she was talking about. Almost as quickly as my crying started, it stopped. I turned my head and looked.The wheelchair was on its back, not far from where I had been sitting. I, though, was at least five feet away from the chair.Jessica was on her knees. Her hands wiped my tears from my face. She looked at me with. It’s necessary for your health.Mausi: But in your presence…..?Me: Didn’t you read the story. They too were nephew and mausi. But they had sex. We’re not even having any sex. And it’s not wrong in any way.Mausi: Are you sure?Me: Okay. You take off your clothes and sleep properly here. I’d go and sleep on the sofa. Is it okay now?Mausi: No, No. I’ll take off my undergarments. But you please sleep here. You don’t need to go on the sofa.Me: Okay.I was on like cloud nine. I have just waited for this.