>>49998743Ever since that day, Sonia's older bf began spending more and more time at her house, and I've been feeling even more useless around her. Her boyfriend is much taller and stronger than me so she usually asks him to do her menial favors, and more often than not her only order to me is to tell me to go to my room like I'm a naughty child. Some days I'll come out to find her lazing about in a negligee with her shapely bare legs and small, prettified feet on her boyfriend's lap as he massages her soles, and she'll dismiss me with a wave; I'm not even welcome in my own home most of the time. Encouraged by her boyfriend's contempt for my weak and effeminate personality, she's become increasingly comfortable treating the place like I'm not here at all, leaving her clothes and sexy lingerie here and there around the house on the occasions her boyfriend has spontaneously initiated a lovemaking session. After all, if I hear her moans and pants anywhere in the house, I'll just quietly retreat back to my room for another round of frustrated, impotent handsex, an activity consuming more and more of my time as I'm holed up in there.
My right to personal space hit rock bottom when Sonia inevitably walked in without knocking one morning, and caught me with my pants down, practically buck naked with my "little disappointment" at full mast as I fantasized about her seeded womb. I wonder, as her lips curled in barely disguised disgust, if she had an inkling of my desire for her standing there, every inch of her perfect womanly form frozen in obvious, physical repulsion at an awkward and denuded little boy whose appearance was clearly an unwanted interruption in her adult sexual life. I could do nothing but stare at my big sister's bare cleavage and the bump in her belly pushing out her silk nightgown. Later on she and her bf told me there would have to be "changes around here" after today and I fear my last vestiges of privacy and self-reliance will be taken from me.
