I entered the wooden house's front door, closing it with one leg while balancing on my arms the boxes full of books that I had been assigned to deliver to Aylin's home. The house was small, but well kept with clean whitewashed walls and white window frames with shutters that were closed against the morning breeze from the sea outside. There were ornate bookcases lining either side of the hallway leading up towards the stairs to the second floor, which seemed to be where I needed to go.
The sound of a soft thunk echoed through the entrance hall as I stepped off of the last box and onto the polished wood of the floor. I looked down at myself for a moment, trying to find a place to put all this stuff, when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me from behind.
"Good morning, my beautiful grandson." Aylin spoke cheerfully, raising her voice higher than it really was. "Have you finally come to visit your granny?"
"I am not your grandson, Ma'am, and..." I began, turning to face her. "Hold on a second. What do you mean Grandma? You must be younger than me." And it was correct. Aylin was a tall woman with a dark-skinned, smooth, and wrinkle-free face. She couldn't have been more than 18 years old. She did, however, dress in an unusual manner. Apart from her round gold-chained spectacles and her curly hair, half dyed black half dyed pink, she was dressed in an oversize navy blue robe that hung loosely on her arms and dragged across the floor.
"Don't speak nonsense, boy, otherwise I won't give you your allowance!" Her words cut short, causing the corners of her mouth to twitch slightly downwards. She stared hard into my eyes, before adding: "Besides, you are my grandson, and always will be."
I rolled my eyes as I continued unpacking the items I had brought to her house. Aylin was known around city as the town freak, and I wasn't sure how I felt about having to confirm all of this in person. While I was unpacking, Aylin ran into the kitchen and soon returned with a tray full of tea bags, milk, sugar, and a teapot filled with hot water. All of these things were placed in a small table next to me, while Aylin settled herself down in a comfortable chair at the other end of the room. "Are you hungry, sonny? Perhaps something to eat after working so hard will help?" Aylin asked, looking at the boxes stacked up beside me while trying unsuccessfully to adjust the loose sleeve of her robe.
"Mmh... Thank you, ma'am..." I mumbled, reaching for one of the cups of tea. I was feeling a twinge of indignation at being treated like a child, but it soon passed as I sat down to drink my tea. As I drank, she sat back and crossed her legs, staring intently into space. "You're lucky to have such a nice grandmother, preparing tea for her 'grandson', isn't it, dear? Not many people have a grandmother that treats them like this. How does it make you feel?"
"Again, you're not my grandma, and I doubt you are old enough to be..."I interrupted myself, feeling something strange, a heat rising in me, something like lust. My eyes fluttered closed as I realized what I was feeling. Aylin's grin grew wider, showing two rows of perfect teeth as she stared at my bizarre reaction. "Oh god... This tea... You put something in it..."
"Just Grandma's recipe, dear. Water, chamomile, and a generous dose of aphrodisiacs." She leaned forward, placing her hand on top of mine and smiling even wider. "How do you like it?"
"A-aphrodisiacs?" I stammered, looking down at her with wide eyes. "Why...?" Aylin laughed out loud, making no attempt to hide her amusement.
"Because you are a young man in need of some love," she said, leaning closer to me, "and I am a caring older lady who knows what a handsome young man like yourself needs." Aylin moved her face closer until our lips were just inches away from each other. I found myself breathing heavily, unable to move or look away from her perfect, yet eerie face. "Do you want to try, dear?"