An aunt who has always been beautiful and cute, but a bit difficult to deal with. When I returned home, she was standing at the entrance. It seemed like my mother had asked her to come over. She barged into the house and immediately started doing dishes and laundry in the kitchen. After taking a break, my aunt slowly opened a bottle of lemon sour, saying, 'You've got it good,' and drank it down in gulps. Was she getting drunk? She started treating me like a child, asking all sorts of questions. Then she began to touch me invitingly. And then she gave me a sticky kiss. I could faintly smell the scent of lemon sour on her breath…
