I continue through the downstairs hall, past the dining room and into the kitchen. As I get closer, I begin to make out the noise. I hear faint moans ...nd screams coming from the living room."Haha my stupid brother must be down here watching the playboy channel," I think to myself. I tiptoe through the kitchen as quietly as I can. "He is going to be so embarrassed when I catch him watching porno in the living room!" I say in my head. I peek my head around the corner to see what is going on in. So Siggy and I began an affair so torrid and passionate and actually not as kinky as you might think, that we moved in together after only a few months. I loved his foot fetish at this point. When we were hanging out in a large group, I could mess with him by doing a foot strip tease, pulling off my socks slowly with my toes. He would cross his legs and grow all blushy and stammery.We would go shoe shopping and then have wonderful sex afterward and I would pretend I was Carrie Bradshaw. He was. I got curious closed my book & started concentrating to hear their conversation. My mama mumbled something which I could not hear properly.After dinner, we slept with my mama sleeping next to my mom, with my sister being shifted to my dad’s cot. This time mosquito net was not tied since it had been put for washing. By now I was used to be awake during night, by sheer curiosity expecting for some activities in the hall to happen when my elders slept there. After about half an hour, i heard my. 'Might as well see if there's a way for David to get in.'The first passage counter clockwise from the 'front door' led to a high velocity crawlspace. David would never fit but it had to be open on the other end. It was ... and it wasn't.After an easier belly crawl than the front door the tunnel opened on a larger small space ... with metal walls, ceiling and floor. It looked like a heating duct or airway for air conditioning. Directly in front of the exit / entrance was a large slow moving fan.