"Here, help your aunt carry these," Melanie said with a warm, knowing smile as she handed me the two heavy grocery bags.
I took them from her without hesitation, feeling the weight of cans, vegetables, and whatever else she'd picked up at the market. But I already knew exactly what she planned to feed me.
Not the food.
Not really.
She turned and started walking toward her house, hips rolling with deliberate slowness, the thin sundress swaying around her thick thighs like a slow invitation. The fabric clung to her curves in the late afternoon heat, outlining the full roundness of her ass, the deep dip of her waist, the heavy bounce of her breasts with every step.
I followed a step behind, bags swinging lightly in my hands, gaze locked on the hypnotic bounce of her ass, the way the dress rode up just enough to tease the lower curve of her cheeks. She didn't look back once. She didn't need to. She could feel me watching.
