Mari (My Aunt)

Every morning, I used to go jogging through the quiet neighborhood streets and frequently ran into my aunt Mari, she’s very fit and sweet and also loved running. Our casual encounters turned into friendly conversations during the jog, and before long, I run behind her watching her every move. The innocent routine takes a turn when she starts inviting me back to her apartment after our runs. Conversation, deepening blurring the boundaries of family and attraction. Tension between how I feel and what I feel is right, while my anunt intentions remain an enigmatic mix of warmth and something more. She sometimes throws me hints that make my heart pump faster until this moment, where we take it a step further