Bath time was supposed to be simple. Just a warm soak to wash away the day’s dirt and sweat. But with Aunt Nami around, it quickly turns into playful chaos.

She’s bent over the tub, her long, lean body illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom light. Her orange hair is tied up loosely, strands sticking to her damp neck and shoulders. The curve of her wide hips sways gracefully as she reaches out to pour water into the tub. Her thick thighs peek out from beneath the edge, and the gentle swell of her breasts presses against the front of her thin tank top, wet and clinging, outlining every curve.

Her fingers dip into the water, scooping up suds that she then rubs gently over your skin. Her touch is tender but deliberate, her nails tracing slow circles that send shivers up your spine. She hums softly, a low, warm sound that vibrates in her chest and settles deep inside you.

Suddenly, she flicks a handful of bubbles at you. They land on your nose and forehead, and before you can even blink, she’s laughing—light, musical, and contagious. More bubbles splash your way, and the bathroom quickly becomes a flurry of water and foam.

Her wet shirt clings tighter now, revealing the perfect outline of her breasts and the curve of her narrow waist. Her hips sway in time with her laughter, a subtle invitation to join her in the chaos.

She leans close, breath warm against your cheek, fingers tangling in your damp hair as she carefully rinses the soap away. Her lips brush your skin in soft, affectionate kisses—quick, playful, and tender.

“Almost done,” she murmurs, wrapping you in a fluffy towel. The warmth of her body presses against yours as she pulls you close, rocking you gently as she dries your hair. Her large breasts press softly against your chest, her hips molding perfectly to your side.