The hug was very warm. She smelled very nice, she must have taken a bath. She had changed her clothes as well. She was now wearing brown colour shalwa... kameez.Even after we stopped hugging, mom and I were sitting close to each other. I wanted to know what mom will do in near future about uncle’s advances.“So, what will you do if uncle wants to have sex with you in future?”, I asked mom.“I don’t think I owe him sex. I was trying to do a favour to him and he took full advantage of me”, mom said. It wasn't how he envisioned his family.As a girl I wasn't - and could never be - my father's eldest son. And yet I was expected to fill the role that he had assigned for his oldest child, the child who was supposed to be a boy. It created a whole host of problems for me - expectations that I could never meet.To be fair, I put some of it on myself, but I can never really parse out how much of it was my own creation and how much was my parents assignment of a role to me.For example, I took. I didn't know what had gotten into my wife, but decided to sit back and watch. I knew exactly what she was doing to him because she had done it to me a thousand times before. I could see his hips thrusting ever so slightly and knew he had to be horny as hell. I wasn't sure where this was going, or what she had in mind, but decided to let things unfold and see what happened. When they came back to the table I invited him to share a drink with us, which he quickly accepted. I did notice that his. Imitating the downing of a shot of liquor, I moved the glass to my lips, tilting my head back, and pouring the liquid into my mouth. “Swallow, dear”, I heard Bill say. Looking into his eyes, I did as I was told. He smiled. “Now, go to the men’s room and see those posters. Don’t touch yourself, just look. I’ll pay our bill and we can meet at the front door. I need to push off.”I went to the men’s room, and sure enough, posters of naked women covered the walls. I glanced in the stall, and sure.