As I admired myself in the mirror the bedroom door swung open. It was my stepdad. I could see the shock on his face as this little slut stood in his b...droom. I did not know what to do. I could only feel tears sweep over me. I fell on the bed sobbing asking my stepdad to not hate and telling him how sorry I was.My stepdad had always been great to me. He had taken care of me when my real dad disappeared.I could feel him sit on the bed and put his hand on my shoulder. He said, Its OK. He held me. ” I say in a stern tone,I walked out of the bathroom down to the hall closet and grabbed three towels. I slowly made my way back to the bathroom as I heard the toilet flush halfway back I returned to a normal pace. I reached the doorway and she just looked down at the floor. I set the towels down and put two towels in the towel rack and turned on the water to let the pipes warm up. I readjusted the length of the rope so she had more move ability but I still did not trust her as she has become. It was 2.00 AM. My cock stirred at the sight of the woman’s breasts. My temptation got better of me. I slowly put my fingers on the side of her breast. She kept sleeping. I felt her breast for a long time with my fingers. Then, I put my hand over her right breast. She was still sleeping. I started pressing her boobs. Still sleeping. I got emboldened and put my hand under her T-shirt and slowly brought it up her breasts. It was better to feet a naked breast than feet it over the cloth. I was. . Plsss…. nooo.. ahh…”.”Like I said I don’t care” my uncle grunted. I can imagine what is going in the kitchen. “Plsss Umeshh nooo… Not into the hall… nooo….”.My uncle came out of the kitchen carrying aunty in his arms. He is carrying her with his both hands. Her half of the saree is dragging all the way on floor. Without looking at me he carried his wife into the bedroom. He don’t even care to close the door. I can still hear them.Shoba aunty is moaning at peak of her tongue. I don’t.