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We’d barely sunk into the hot spring lesbian water when my aunt gave me that look—the one she saves for when the steam’s thick enough to hide everything else. I’d mentioned needing to unwind, and she just smiled, sliding closer until her knee pressed between mine under the surface. It started casual, her hand finding my thigh while we talked about nothing, but the warmth made everything slower, more deliberate. I remember the way her breath hitched when I leaned back against the rocks and let the water ripple around us. She traced my collarbone, then lower, and I didn’t stop her—just closed my eyes and let the heat mix with her fingers finding me. By the time we shifted, with her behind me and her mouth on my neck, the spring felt less like water and more like a secret we were keeping from the rest of the world. It was messy and quiet, and I still think about how her laugh turned into a moan when I pulled her closer.