Why the hell aren't you up yet? And why is your door locked? It's never locked! Dammit! Ed! Get up." POUNDPOUNDthud."And bring Sam's floppy disks!" Ah...yes, Alan's Saturday morning ritual. Going to bed after Ed and I, getting up early to pound on our door, to herald the arrival of his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. As usual, I ignored him. Also as usual, Ed didn't, sleepily getting up off the floor, sloughing on a pair of pants and a T-shirt, and opening the door."Shhh," Ed whispered, "Sam. I was almost half asleep. But then I saw a shadow of a person crossing my room towards my mom’s room in the corridor.All my sleep just vanished in a fraction of a second out of fear. I then heard knocks on my mom’s door and heard her door being opened. My mom opened the door and said, “Mamayya (Uncle in telugu), you? Something important?”Rajendra (Her uncle): Nothing important, my dear daughter Neelu. Just felt like talking to you.Mom: Sure, uncle. Please come in.I heard the doors being closed.. Her mouth moved from mine, trailing soft butterfly kisses along my cheek to my ear. Her tongue snaked out and first flicked my earlobe, then licked and tickled behind and then even into my ear. This sent shivers of passion washing over me over and over again. Her hands were gently plying my breasts, as mine were hers. Then we were both suckling on one of the others breast, using tongue and teeth in just the right combination, teasing and toying with each tender inch of exposed skin. It was. I gently tapped his knees and suggested to widen it to the possible extent. He widened gap between both knees. I went back of him and knelt down and gently caressed his buttocks and massaged it. I just become idle without touching him and he started craving for my next touch.I took the cool massage oil and applied/poured on my hand generously and started pouring the oil generously on the top end of his buttocks where his ass crack starts. Thick cool massage oil started flowing from his ass.