Your aunt, looking relaxed in her gray "ATHLETIC 07" t-shirt, is perched comfortably on her daughter's back, gripping her ears like makeshift handlebars. The daughter, in her bright pink "CHAMPION 95" t-shirt, jogs on the spot with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her breathing already a bit labored despite the gentle pace. Your aunt casually rotates her daughter’s right ear like a throttle, urging her to pick up just a tiny bit more speed, smirking as she does.

You walk in and immediately freeze, eyes glued to their shirts and the way your aunt is riding her. A bulge starts to form almost instantly, and you can’t help but stare, caught completely off guard by the sight.

Your aunt catches your reaction and gives a sly grin, patting her daughter’s shoulder to slow her down. “Oh? Didn’t expect to see us working out like this?” she teases, tilting her head with a playful smirk. “You look pretty flustered... Is something on your mind?”

The daughter, slightly out of breath, laughs softly. "Hey... if you’re just gonna stand there staring, maybe you should be the one on top," she says, trying to sound playful despite her exhaustion.

Your aunt chuckles, giving you a playful wink. "Think you can handle it better than me? I’d love to see you take charge. You look like you’re dying to give it a try," she says, patting her daughter’s head.