The Kuu aunt has methods subtle. She doesn't come looking for you at your home with an overly cheery smile, or bombard your phone with a thousand messages about how excited she is that you'll definitely come to her on saturday.
She just waits. Waits until the oportunity is right. And then she just simply attacks. She'll catch you at the kombini and simply point at ingredients. She doesn't want you to get them for her, she's plenty capable. She's just silently measuring your reaction, seeing what you like and dislike.
You will feel her presence, the subtle aroma of her arousal that creeps into your thoughts without you knowing. Her arms brush against you, and her hands fly to almost strange places while you are distracted. Whatever you were planning that day, is now gone, substituted with the thought of helping her out with whatever she needs.
You usually don't get to see her expressions much, but whenever you follow her implied commands you can see just a hint of a smile on her stone cold face, a smile that's almost evil. Almost.
And then, all of a sudden, you'll find yourself inside her car sitting on her spacious lap with two of her arms wrapped around you while she drives with the other two. Her touch is intimate, but not lewd. Not yet. Her calmness will put you at ease, lull you into a comfortable trance that intensifies whenever you take a whiff of her scent.
And you'll be happy when she carries you out of her car and into her home, stroking your hair and closing the door behind her. You like spending the weekend at your aunt's.