Ab mai story per aata hu ye tab ki baat hai jab mai 18 saal ka tha mai school padne jaya karta tha mere dost apni nuni dekha kar mujhe samjhate the pe... mai kuch samjhata nahi tha fir kai bar jab mai apne mummy ke sath kahi jata to raste mai rajesh uncle hamare sath baat kiya karte the aur wo mummy ko gurte the per maine kabhi itna gor nahi kiya lakin fir uncle mere close hone lage mai unke ghar jane laga wo bhi hamare ghar aane jane lage. Unke sath meri doste itne bad gaye the ke wo mujhe bf. I worried the infantilization would undercut my ability to negotiate, but it was out there and I couldn't think of any way to fix it."Good. I'm gratified they appreciated my efforts." He was aloof.That was an effort? Declining to make my wedding a marketing circus was an effort? He was gratified? I knew efforts was an attempt to spin his backing down as going out of his way to do something nice for us. That I could stomach. Gratified was just pompous. Jeff would have been gratified I didn't. I couldn’t sleep. I got up tried to peek into my sister’s room through the keyhole. I can’t see much but I can hear them fucking. All of sudden I can hear my sister blaming her husband, “Can’t you fuck me for at least a few minutes?”Now I got to know that their sexual life is poor. The next day Monday after college I came home early. I thought I should try my luck today. I again entered sister’s room. I switched on the ac and switched off the light and lay down on the bed. I was not. So we met up again about two-weeks later but this time at my house. I put on a sexy pair of pink lace panties and a bra to match and answered the door in my silk white robe which really surprised him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him as we started making out, biting each other's lips and necks."You ready to suck my cock again?" He breathed in my ear. I eagerly nodded and got to my knees (my windows were open too, oops!) and this time he wasted no time fucking my mouth and instructing.