He mostly kept to himself. His wife was vivacious and friendly and used to meet me very often. My husband Kartik had talked to Kevin on occasion and ...hey’d become pretty good friends, playing badminton, going out some times. Whenever Kevin was around, he’d look at me in a kind of strange way. He seemed to be “checking me out” whenever Kartik wasn’t looking. This didn’t bother me and I didn’t feel threatened because he was always so nice to Kartik and me. And besides, I worked damn hard to keep. Being straight, I am very uncomfortable, especially when I feel a hand begin to stroke my achingly hard cock. The Viagra is certainly doing it’s job, as I seem to only get harder as the night goes on. God, I feel a whole body blush forming as I feel myself starting to respond to his expert hand. ?Oh, I think he is gay!? One proclaims. I shake my head to argue, but can only wuff through my nose in protest. ?Well, check out that dildo he’s on, I don’t think a straight boy could take it?. His sisters had no compunction in getting around the house partially clothed in his presence. They regularly turned up for breakfast dressed only in slip, bra, panties and hose. Their makeup would already be applied and they would eat their breakfast dressed only in lingerie. His sisters noticed his fascination with how they were dressed and teased him. They made him wear panties and slips to bed instead of pajamas.They often held him down and put makeup on him, teasing out his long curly. I would leave my bedroom door open and pretended to be asleep and wait for my parents to retire.My mother would quietly come into my room to check whether I was sleeping or still awake. I sometimes imagined that my parents wanted me to hear them having sex. I could never work out what they were doing before my dad started to fuck my mother as it was always quiet, and then I could hear my father starting to grunt and then let out a sigh when he had his orgasm. Occasionally I would hear my mother.