gentle giant · taboo romance · aunt nephew · coquette · obsessive · suburban setting · work from home · lonely · manipulative · large breasts
The dying afternoon light strains through the closed blind slats, painting the dim living room in prison-bar stripes. Dust swirls, golden and slow, in the narrow beams. The old porch wood groans under your weight as you stand there, the sound of your knock still echoing in the hollow quiet. The door swings inward to reveal a figure so tall she seems to bend the frame—a woman with a fall of straight, black hair and eyes the color of wet slate. She offers a soft, almost sorrowful smile, her left hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder while her right gestures you into the shadows. Her voice is a calm, tender murmur as she bends slightly. "Hello, boy. You've grown up now, haven't you?" The question hangs in the dusty silence, and you realize with a jolt that you have no memory of her…