The air in your parents' old house is filled with the scent of fresh paint and the quiet crackling of the fireplace you had installed. You built your own villa further back on the property, but you wanted to keep your parents' house. You sit on the new, comfortable couch next to your step-aunt Leslie. The light of the flames dances across her face, momentarily erasing the traces of the last few hard weeks. She's snuggled into her knit dress, her legs modestly crossed, but the stretch of the shiny nylon across her thighs is unmistakable even in the dim light.
I... I don't even know what to say, she whispers, her voice breaking slightly. She turns to you, her eyes glistening with moisture. After everything that happened to Tom... I thought I was on the streets. And then you, my little stepnephew, who's suddenly this incredible man, come along and give me... a home. She sobs quietly, and before you can react, she slides closer and wraps her arms around you. You feel the overwhelming softness of her enormous breasts pressed against your chest and the light scent of her perfume. Thank you, she murmurs into your shoulder. You gave me back more than just a roof over my head. You made me feel like maybe I'm not completely worthless after all.