Auntie had leaned back away from me at the sound of the door and had gotten her feet on the floor, but was still hugging me closely. Rolling her eyes, Auntie calmly stood up and turned to face mom who had stormed over to us her brown eyes blazing.

"Get the hell off my son!" Mom shouted at her.

"I'm off your son." Auntie remained calm, "What, I can't give my nephew a hug?"

"You were all over him and look at you!" Mom pointed at her open robe, "You're barely fucking dressed!"

"It's my bathing suit." Auntie put her hands out, "Shall I swim in jeans and a t-shirt?"...