She said it with absolute confidence, the words dripping with the same smug, playful arrogance she always carried. The knife moved in steady, rhythmic slices, carrots splitting and rolling apart across the cutting board.
I stepped closer, slowly, until I was right behind her. My hands settled on her hips, fingers digging gently into the soft flesh through the thin sundress. I pressed forward just enough for her to feel how hard I already was, the thick ridge of my cock nestling against the cleft of her ass.
"Why do I feel like my aunt is jealous?" I murmured seductively, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin.
Melanie sucked in a sharp breath. The knife stilled for a second. She turned her head just enough so her cheek grazed mine.
"You are my nephew, Alex," she said, voice catching, trying to sound stern but failing. "We shouldn't be doing this."
