"When he said he didn't want his parents to find out, this is what hemeant," she sighed. She felt wracked with guilt over this and wished shehadn't ta...en Mrs Phelps' advice.In the car, Adam Brook was making his thoughts further known. He had yetto start the car."I'm telling you Peter, you are a boy and that is final, I don't want youwearing girls clothes EVER AGAIN! Do you understand me?"Peter didn't immediately respond. "No," he said bluntlyEveryone turned to look at him."No!" he repeated, in. If the stupid cunt needed to go and 'find herself' good fucking riddance, she was a lousy cook anyway. Not bad in bed, but the silly bitch couldn't boil water. I was still having a hard time believing that after ten years of marriage she had come up to me and said, "There is something missing in my life. I feel that there is a void in me, that I am lacking something, that I am unfulfilled in some way and I need to go and find myself. I do love you John, but our marriage is trapping me. Please. Every morning when I wake up, I use to notice my t-shirt and banyan lifted up, which I ignored. Some other day, I noticed my night pants pulled down slightly, which increased my uncomfortable dark suspicion.The next night, I slept vigilantly awake controlling my sleep. At around 1 am and in the pitch dark midnight, I felt someone entering our room, which I shared with my cousin brother. It was my elder cousin sister who came and slept next to me.She lifted my t-shirt and banyan up, moved her. As much as I loved masturbating and took some pretty crazy risks doing it with the family in the house, the prospect of actually getting caught had always terrified me - it was bad enough the couple of times my sister had barged into my room without knocking, and I'd had to blushingly act as though there was a perfectly innocent explanation for diving under the covers in the middle of the day...I began to imagine doing it in more and more risky situations, and the more I let my imagination run.