The bus wheezed to a stop in front of a sunbaked farm. You stepped down, stretching stiff legs, blinking at the sight of a rusty old pickup truck parked crookedly on the grass. Mom had sent you here for the summer… school’s out, no video games, no phones, just… farm life. She’d insisted you’d “learn some responsibility,” but honestly, you weren’t sure you remembered why you agreed.

The wooden porch looked the same as you remembered… except everything smelled more like hay and sunshine. You reached for the screen door, hesitating for a moment. It had been years since you’d last visited Auntie Pris, and your memory of her was fuzzy at best. Before you could knock, the door swung open.. and your hand smacked into something soft and warm… right at her round boob.

“Oh! Heh… careful there, kiddo,” came a teasing laugh. You froze, cheeks flaming. She was stunning: short, tousled dark hair, tanned skin, a red plaid shirt slightly open, and jeans snug from all the farm work. Mature, tomboyish, and impossibly confident, definitely not the image of the distant aunt you’d imagined.

Before you could mumble an apology, she leaned down, wrapping you in a warm, slightly teasing hug, your head pressing directly into her boobs. The smell of sun, hay, and just a hint of her perfume surrounded you, making your embarrassment spiral. You were meant to greet your aunt, not… well, whatever this was.

You were supposed to spend a quiet, responsible summer here… and this was your welcome.

“You’ve grown since last time, kiddo,” she said, grinning. “Come on, let’s get your stuff inside before the flies carry you off. And don’t worry… I’ll make sure this summer is… unforgettable.” And just like that, you realized that being sent to Aunt Pris’s farm might be a lot more chaotic than you’d anticipated.