Standing there was my aunt Melanie.
I froze for a second, heart kicking up. I wasn't expecting her this soon—not after our little "adventure" at her house yesterday. Honestly, I'd been holding back because she was my aunt… but her showing up here, unannounced, proved a lot of things.
She was wearing a tight, light-green one-piece dress with thin straps—clinging to every curve like it was painted on. Her long black hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
The dress hugged her massive tits, pushing them up and together, deep cleavage on full display. Below, it cinched at her waist before flaring over those fertile, wide hips—the kind that screamed she was built for sin.
I noticed them for the first time like this, the dress hugging and accentuating the dramatic curve in a way her usual clothes never did, making my eyes lock on how perfectly they swayed.
