One could say I was the black sheep in the family. I certainly looked the part. The tattoos, piercings and a beard did strengthen my role.My aunt Omi ...as the only one who saw past all those. She saw me for who I was and because of this, we were able to converse on almost anything imaginable. It was fun hanging out with her. She was almost a second mum to me. Well, something more than that, if possible.I took my sweet time freshening up as I had to figure out ways to somehow get through the day. It took you 15 minutes to get home, I was shivering a bit by then and you pulled me close to warm me up, kissing me and opening the door to get us inside and out of the weather.I sat at your kitchen table as you turned up the heating and put on the kettle for some coffee. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequila (mine) and the wine (yours) was making us both a little sleepy. It was less awkward this time, partly because of the alcohol we'd both consumed and partly because of the. Aur unki kamar pe kiss karne laga aur dheere dheere unki chut pe pahucha aur chaatne laga.Mom ne bhi apne dono haatho se uske sir ko apni chut me dhakelni lagi. Mom bahut enjoy kar rahi thi. Fir 5 minutes tak chaatne ke baad woh khada hua. Aur usne mom ko jhukaya but mom boli, “Please, lund nahi chusungi.” Woh bola, “Please, darling, thoda sa.”Aur ye bolke usne apna mota lund unke muh me de diya. Woh dheere dheere use chusne lagi. Woh 5 minutes tak chusti rahi. Uska lund bahut tight tha lag hi. "You've made a mistake. I'm not your mother's half-sister."I pulled my head back and fixed her with a steady stare."You said you were." No, you said I was. You said your father told you your mother had a half-sister. I simply didn't correct you." Is this some kind of sick joke?" I demanded angrily, feeling the wonderful glow from our beautiful afternoon slipping away. "You just thought you'd pretend to be my mother's sister after you got hold of those DVDs, to see what i****t might be like?".