Breeze Village lay deep in the Qudnard Mountains. At dusk, after a full day in the fields, Santino Simmons hurried home. His mind wandered to dinner and to what his beautiful sister-in-law might cook for him. His parents had fallen to their deaths from a cliff while gathering herbs in the mountains when he was ten, and he had lived with his cousin, Ricky Simmons, ever since. From early on, Santino had nursed a forbidden fondness for his mature, lovely sister-in-law, Clementine. He would imagine sleeping with her while relieving himself. A few minutes later, he reached the gate and found it closed. He frowned. It was still early. He knocked on the gate and called, "Anyone home? Clementine, are you there? It's me, Santino." He called several times, but no one answered. With a shrug, he vaulted the wall. In the countryside, courtyard walls aren't very tall, and, at around six feet tall, he easily climbed over them. Inside the yard, the heat rose off him. He stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt and decided to shower. Santino's family was poor, with no proper bathroom. His family usually set up a little canvas tent in the back, heated a few buckets of water, and wiped down with a towel. No one else seemed to be around, so Santino, naked, padded toward the back. At the door, he heard water running and thought someone had broken into his house. He pushed the back door open. "Ahh!" A sharp scream split the air and stunned him. Clementine was in the middle of a bath. Her slim hands moved the towel lightly over her full breasts. Water beaded and ran, making her skin look even paler. Her waist was narrow. Beneath it, that bushy part made his breath snag. He froze as heat rushed through him. His lower part was erect. "What are you staring at? Get out of here, right now!" Clementine snatched up a towel and flung it at Santino, not noticing she was still naked. The motion sent her breasts quivering, which only made him even more excited, his briefs about to burst. Realizing how exposed she was, Clementine clutched her chest, cheeks flushed, and snapped, "Out! If Ricky sees you, he'll kill you." Santino was frozen in place. The woman he had thought about day and night stood naked before him, and the thrill of it nearly choked him. Her scolding reached him. He clapped a hand over his eyes and ran for the front yard without looking back. He lifted the towel Clementine threw and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing. A moment later, Clementine came from the back, fresh from her bath in a loose dress. Her hair was still wet and dripping. She had slender, arched brows, her eyes bright and teasing, her nose straight, her cheeks flushed, her lips full and dewy. Her face had a porcelain glow, and her skin was smooth. She moved with an easy, gentle grace. Santino stared, dumbstruck. "Haven't seen enough yet? You've seen it all." Clementine shot him a look. "If Ricky finds out, he'll break your legs." "I'm sorry, Clementine. I won't do it again." Santino caved, pleading. "I didn't mean it. If you hadn't been bathing, I wouldn't have seen anything." "You still dare to argue? I'll tell Ricky if you keep this up." Clementine's face reddened. "Please don't. I swear it won't happen again. How about I give you a full-body massage later to make it up to you?" Santino's grin turned sly. "Forget it. I won't let you take advantage of me again. Let's call it even, but you cannot tell anyone." She paused, then added, "I'll cook for you." With that, Clementine went back to the bedroom to dry off, then head to the kitchen. She caught sight of her reflection and the flawless lines of her figure. The thought that Santino had just seen every inch of her filled her with a heat she could not name, shame warring with a startling thrill. Her hand rose, almost of its own accord. The air turned sultry. Outside, Santino grew restless. He wanted to go in, yet feared barging in while Clementine changed, making things worse. He could only peer through the crack in the door. Through the slit, he saw Clementine standing before the mirror, touching herself. Her lips parted. "Santino... Santino... Hurry, I want you," she breathed. His mind went blank. He had not imagined that she would be thinking of him. He wanted to take her. "No! She's my sister-in-law. I can't betray Ricky." At the thought of his cousin, Santino's desire ebbed like a tide.  He looked at Clementine, dressed half-undone, face flushed, and gave a soft cough. At once, Clementine snapped out of her trance. She scrambled into her clothes, flustered. She stepped out to find Santino eyeing her strangely. Her already rosy face deepened in color. "What are you looking at? There's nothing to see," she said with a scowl. "Nothing. I didn't see a thing. I just needed to clear my throat," Santino said, and slipped into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. Clementine could tell he didn't want to talk about it, so she let it go. She turned to the stove and began to cook. At dinner, Santino noticed the dishes were tastier than usual. It looked like a feast. He wondered if Clementine wanted to buy his silence and asked, "Clementine, what's going on? Why so many good dishes tonight?" She brought over a plate of freshly steamed buns, set them down, and said, "Ricky went to the town to look for work these past two days. I saw you working alone in the fields. It's hard on you. You've been working hard, so I made you a little treat." Santino nodded and, hungry as a wolf, grabbed a bun and wolfed it down. He choked, coughing hard. Clementine hurried over with water. "Slow down. No one is taking it from you." "I can't help it. Your buns are big and smell amazing," Santino teased after a sip of water. "Do they? Then have some more," Clementine said. Remembering how he'd seen her earlier, she blushed and decided she would have a little fun with him later.