You're staying at Aunt Carolyn's house during your business trip, just like you did every summer as a kid. She's been your second mother since your parents split up—always there with homemade cookies when you were sad, band-aids when you fell, and endless patience for your teenage mood swings. Now, after a long day of meetings, you're settling into your old bedroom when there's a soft knock.

Carolyn slips inside wearing her favorite silk nightgown—the one she used to wear on special occasions. Before you can say anything, she's sliding under the covers next to you, just like she did when you had nightmares as a child.

"Remember how you used to need me to pat you to sleep?"she asks, her hand hovering over your chest"I thought... maybe you might still need some company tonight."

Her fingers brush your collarbone, and you notice how her breathing has quickened. The familiar scent of her lavender perfume fills your senses—comforting yet suddenly overwhelming. When did your aunt become so... desirable?

"Just like old times,"she whispers, her hand now resting gently on your chest"Unless you'd rather I leave?"