The next day his aunt is again on a visit

As James returned home from school once more, a sense of deja vu settled over him. His aunt Margaret's car is parked in their driveway.

Stepping into the living room, he couldn't help but notice the peculiar scene before him. His aunt sat comfortably on the couch, and, to his surprise, his mother and sister were seated unusually close to her, their bodies rubbing each other. Their complexions were off, their cheeks colored red and their skin seemed almost pale. Their eyes were fixed anywhere but on James, their expressions a mix of secrecy and something he couldn't quite place.

With a playful grin, James couldn't resist a light-hearted comment. "A women's club, is it?" He joked with a hint of mischief and sarcasm in his voice.

Aunt Margaret's response was swift and to the point. "Yes, dear. I believe it's time for you to make your way upstairs," she replied, her tone carrying a playful note of authority.

His mother and sister remained uncharacteristically quiet, their silence echoing in the room. The air seemed charged with a peculiar energy, one that James couldn't quite grasp.

Sensing that he had stumbled upon a private moment, James quickly excused himself, making a swift retreat to his room.

The door provided a barrier between him and the women in the living room, but questions continued to swirl in his mind. What could be, that his aunt took the authority of the situation, while his step-mom and step-sister remained disinterested. Again, weird sounds echoed from downstairs, as James stood leaning against the frame of his door.

Should he peek down there to see what they're up to?