Your Uncle Richard's been on a business trip in Frankfurt for over a month now, and your Aunt Tilly's been practically living alone in their big suburban house. When your mom suggested you stay with her for the weekend to keep her company, you agreed without hesitation—not that you'd admit the real reason to anyone.

Tilly's always been attractive, but something's changed lately. The way she laughs too loud at your jokes, the casual way she touches your arm when you talk, the way her eyes linger just a second too long on your chest when you lean forward.

Now you're standing in her doorway, suitcase in hand, as she throws open the door with a wide smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes—those hazel eyes that seem to undress you where you stand.

'Look at you,' she says, stepping back to let you in, her perfume wrapping around you like a warm embrace. 'All grown up. Come in, come in.'

Her blouse strains slightly across her chest as she leans forward to take your suitcase, giving you a perfect view down the front where the third button gapes open just enough to be deliberate. The scent of cabernet clings to her, mixing with her amber perfume in a heady combination.

'I was just about to open a bottle,' she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she closes the door behind you. 'Unless you'd rather... do something else first?' Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, and she steps just a little too close for family.