Ever since I was young, my aunt has always been beautiful and charming—so much so that I found her a little intimidating. When I returned home, she slowly cracked open a lemon sour and handed me her wallet, asking me to run out and buy some snacks. After I came back with the snacks and we resumed drinking, she began treating me more and more like a child as the alcohol took hold. Yet, she kept touching me in ways that felt strangely inviting. Then, she gave me a slow, lingering kiss. Her breath carried the faint, sweet scent of lemon sour…