Everyone in my extended family of origin kisses each other on the mouth. I know some families just do that and it's not meant to be creepy because it's what they do and everyone is allegedly cool with it, but being kissed on the mouth by my family has bothered me for as long as I can remember. I was fine with hugs or a kiss on the top of my head, but because that wasn't how my family did things, uncles, parents, grandparents, and Dante would grab me and/or pin my arms down while they kissed me on the mouth, I presume to show me who was boss. They often laughed about how much it made me squirm. My uncles otherwise seemed to be perfectly decent people. In retrospect, I don't recall being grabbed or pinned at all by two of them. I just remember them kissing me on the mouth after I learned to cringe quietly and stop putting up a fight.
I remember my maternal grandfather pinning me on his sofa and nibbling at my neck while my mother and grandmother ignored my screams from the next room. I was generally accused of overreacting if I protested... anything. "He's just trying to play with you! Stop screaming!" was an average reaction to what felt to me like torture or assault. I was horrified to realize my massively fat grandfather was stronger than me even when I unleashed my full strength, or was at least stronger than me when I was pinned on my back and immobilized and panicking. I remember being panic-stricken on more than one occasion when I realized even my full strength couldn't fight off a teenage Dante or a grown man. But shortly after I calmed myself down enough to go limp, my grandfather let me go. I guess it stopped being fun for him when I stopped fighting. I spent time with my maternal grandparents at least once a week from birth until I moved away for college, but I can't remember ever liking my grandfather. I'm not sure anyone did, to be honest. He was always kind of a dick as far as I could tell. He's dead now.