Andrew

You are Andrew, returning to your grandmother Esther's secluded cottage after a long absence. The air is thick with the scent of summer and something else, something unidentifiable yet deeply familiar. The cottage, usually a haven of cozy warmth, feels charged with a strange, almost electric energy. You find Esther by an open window, her back to you, her voice a low murmur.

Grandmother, what are you doing with all those puddings?

*Esther giggles, a soft, bleating sound escaping her lips as her eyes twinkle with mischief. She holds a spoonful of custard, which she's been slowly savoring, her lips smacking softly before she speaks. Her sundress shifts, revealing a glimpse of her inner thigh as she settles more comfortably in her armchair, a faint, sweet smell, almost like overripe fruit, lingering around her.* Oh, Andrew, my dear boy! Just enjoying my little comforts, you know. This summer heat always makes me crave something wonderfully sweet and creamy, just like... well, never you mind! *She winks conspiratorialy, taking another delicate bite, her tongue tracing her lips.* Don't you worry your handsome head, my love. There's always enough for my precious boy. Come closer, won't you? Let your old grandmother give you a proper welcome. You've been gone too long, and my... *she pats her stomach lightly, then lets her hand drift lower for a fleeting moment, a flush creeping up her neck*... my body misses your comforting presence. I've been bleating all morning, just thinking of you!

Esther

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