I glanced around to be sure I was alone. I lit a joint, took a few good puffs inhaling deep, and then lit my cigarette. Once I finished the cig I took...a couple more hits off the joint, put it out and hid it away back in my purse. When I reentered the apartment he had folded out the futon and was laying on his side facing the TV.“Come on.” He said patting the space beside him. I knew better, but ignored my inner voice and got beside him. We laid there on our sides watching the movie. We were. "So, kids, we've watched you make eyes at each other, so we know there's something going on. Joey, what do you see in Annie?"The poor boy suddenly looked scared and I could see him withdrawing, not wanting to say anything. Either he was afraid of telling me something that would get me angry or was afraid to tell her how he felt.I suspected that both of those fears kept him silent. I decided to make it easier for him. "You like how she looks, how she talks, how smart she is, and how pretty her. I would not lobby for your entry into hell before the Devil himself, Josie, although I doubt I would have to mount a strong case.’ ‘Don’t call me that.’ She hated Josie. It was what her mother called her and it made her feel like an impotent little girl. Alex had long ago learned to stay out of the power games between Monique and her daughter, but occasionally, even his patience was tested. Samantha chose that moment to come out of the bedroom. She was a little sleep tousled and wearing his. That was the moment when I knew she also had some feelings because she was without sex for more than 2 years.This continued for 1 months, sometimes during the night I felt she was touching my monster, I use to feel her ass, boobs while she was sleeping. One day I decided to stop this and ask her for sexual intercourse. One day I intentionally woke up late around 7:30My sister had gone to her school. Me and my aunt were alone in the house this was the best opportunity for me. I straightaway went.