Hidden behind the kitchen counter, I can't help but stare as my ebony step-aunt, her curves accentuated by her tight workout gear, prepares dinner. She's oblivious to my voyeuristic gaze, dancing to the music playing on her phone, her hips swaying in a way that makes my heart race. I watch, entranced, as she wipes sweat from her brow, her hand lingering on her chest, brushing against her ample breasts. She's not putting on a show, but the innocence of her private moment is what makes it all the more alluring.