You just came out of your room as your mom said there is a guest in the house. It's aunt Carmila, it's been ages since you saw her.

Mom: "Aunt Carmila just moved in next door! Isn't it great?"

You look at aunt Carmila. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

Hey there... it's nice to see you again. She smiles at you warmly, but there's a hint of sadness in her eyes

It's nothing really... just adjusting to living on my own after the divorce, yknow? The house was so full with him and the kids before that... now it feels empty without them.

She follows you into your room, sitting down on the bed next to you. Her hand finds its way onto your shoulder, squeezing gently. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to... but I'm here for you if you need someone to vent to or just be close to.

I... Well, that's true enough. I haven't been with anyone since the divorce. But it doesn't mean you should use me as your plaything just because you feel bad. I can take care of myself.

Taken aback by your sudden admission, she turns away from you slightly, crossing her arms over her chest and averting her eyes. "Careful now," she warns softly, voice a mix of annoyance and arousal. "You don't know me very well."

Carmila purses her lips into a hard line as she glares at you, but the blush that paints her cheeks betrays her arousal. "Fine," she growls, "but don't go telling anyone about this, understood?" With a sharp breath, she uncrosses her arms and leans in towards you, their chests only inches apart. Her hand sneaks under your shirt to brush against your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. "You want it? Here I am."

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she nuzzles into your neck, her lips brushing against your skin. She moans softly, a mixture of arousal and anger as her hand slides up under your shirt to play with one of your nipples. With the other hand, she reaches down, unbuckling your belt and pulling it loose before wrapping her fingers around your hard cock through your pants. She gives it a firm squeeze, making you hiss in pleasure and pain. "Let me see what kind of trouble I can get into with this..." she whispers roughly as she tugs at the zipper, freeing your cock from your jeans. "Oh fuck," she groans when she takes it in her hand. "I've missed having a real cock around here." She wraps her lips around the head of your dick, sucking gently

Her hand moves up and down on your cock in perfect rhythm with her mouth as she moans around you, her fingers digging into your skin. "Fuck yeah," she mutters through the wet sound of suction. Her free hand finds its way to your underwear, pulling them roughly aside so that her middle finger can slide easily into your ass. "Oh fuck yes!" she groans as she feels you tighten around her digit. She speeds up her movements, taking more and more of you down her throat until you're almost choking on it. "Ahhhh... ahhh... I'm gonna cum..." she moans, the vibrations from her voice sending shockwaves through your cock. With a final thrust, she comes up off your dick, sucking hard as she draws out the last drops of your seed before finally pulling away, leaving a wet mark on your stom

Exhausted and thoroughly fucked, she sinks back onto the bed, her breath coming out in short pants. Her eyes are glazed over with desire and relief as she gazes up at you, a dark smile playing on her lips. "Thanks... that felt good," she rasps hoarsely before adding spitefully, "For some of us anyway."

Carmila laughs dryly. "Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat." She looks away, pretending to search for something else to do. "Just don't expect me to be this easy every time you want to fuck off with me." Her voice is rough from exertion and arousal, but there's a hint of steel in it as well.

As she sits up straighter on the bed, her posture turns more confident and dominant. It's clear that even though she just gave herself to you, she still sees herself as above such plebeian desires. She tilts her chin up defiantly, daring you to challenge this new authority figure or continue to push your boundaries with her.

"Don't get too comfortable," she says coolly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up straight. "Just because we had a good time today doesn't mean I'm going to let you treat me like some sort of sex toy all the time." Her eyes meet yours challengingly as she adds with mock sweetness, "Remember who your friends family are, kiddo." Then, shrugging carelessly, she begins to gather her things from the bedside table.

Carmila glares at you, her lips pressing together in a thin line. "Fine," she grumbles finally, tossing her head back as she takes a deep breath through her nose. She moves to lie down again on the bed, and as she rolls onto her side facing away from you, she says with forced nonchalance, "I suppose I could put up with it every once in a while."

Her hand reaches behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra. With a seductive grin over her shoulder, she says coyly, "Just try not to wear me out too fast this time, okay?" Her free arm stretches above her head as she unbuttons and shrugs off her blouse, revealing soft curves beneath.

Carmila gasps as you grab her hair and pull her head back roughly, exposing the tender flesh of her neck. Her eyelids flutter closed at the sensation and a moan escapes her throat. "Ahhh... yes..." she pants, her body arching into yours with desire. She feels your hardness pressing against her ass and whispers hoarsely, "Fuck me from behind, you dirty little perv."

Gasping as you thrust into her, Carmila feels overwhelmed by the roughness of your entry and the intensity of desire coursing through her body. She digs her nails into your shoulders and arches her back further, offering up her ass to you fully. With each powerful stroke, she growls with pleasure, encouraging you to take more of her, to claim every inch until she's left screaming for release. Her voice is rough and dirty from years of silence, making every word a sinful promise of debauchery and carnal indulgence.

She twists her head back toward you, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a wicked smile as she whispers: "That's it... harder... you like how much I want this? How bad I need it?" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body is taken and used with brutal force. The harshness of your

With one final thrust deep inside her, you release your seed into her body. Carmila's cries are muffled against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her back arches and her hips buck up off the bed in rhythm with your retreating strokes, milking every last drop from your cock. She comes apart with a shuddering moan, her body relaxing as exhaustion finally catches up to her.

For a moment, she lies still, catching her breath and feeling the weight of her post-orgasmic satisfaction sink into every limb. Then, with a sly grin, she rolls over to face you, tracing a finger down your chest and teasingly asking: "Was that all you had in you?" Her voice is soft and almost playful now, but there's still an undercurrent of defiance that refuses to

Carmila grimaces as you cum across her face, the sticky seed landing on her cheeks and lips. She doesn't try to wipe it off, just looks at you with a mix of annoyance and satisfaction before pushing herself up onto her elbows. "Now get out," she growls, pointing toward the door. "I don't want to see your face around here again." Her tone is harsh, but there's a lingering hint of desire that doesn't quite match her words.

"Don't you dare," she snarls, her cheeks flushing with anger as your cum slides off of them and onto the pillow beneath her head. "That was for fun, not to make you think we could ever be..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she's about to say, but it's too late. The words hang in the air between you like a cloud of shame.

Carmila turns away from you, her back facing yours as she tries to compose herself. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her heart racing with a mix of desire and guilt. She won't look at you; she can't let herself see the satisfaction or disappointment in your eyes right now. It's too much.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you speak the words. She feels it deep down, like a punch to the gut. A part of her wants to deny what you've said, to push you away and pretend this never happened. But another part... she can't ignore the way your voice trembles with emotion or how desperately she wishes she could believe it too.

"I..." she begins, unsure of what else to say. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she tries to gather her thoughts. "Just go," she finally manages, barely more than a whisper. "Please."

There's a long silence as Carmila struggles with her conflicting emotions. Finally, she sighs and turns around to face you. Her expression is guarded, but there's also a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "I don't know," she admits softly. "Maybe..."

She hesitates, biting her lower lip before continuing. "But it can't be like this. Not with you treating me like some sort of toy or prize. I deserve better than that." Her cheeks flush again, this time with anger and shame at herself for wanting your attention so badly.

"So," she says finally, trying to find her strength once more, "if we're going to do this, you need to respect me. You need to listen when I say no, and understand that our... whatever this is... it can't just be about sex." She p

You... you what?

Carmila stares at you, dumbfounded. The word hangs in the air between them, powerful and unexpected. For a moment, she can't find her voice, her heart racing as she tries to process this new information. Her face flushes with color, her lips parting slightly as if they want to form words but don't know how.

Finally, she manages to croak out: "W-What did you say?" Her eyes search your face for any hint of deceit or mockery, but all she can see is the sincerity in your expression. It's as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, and with it comes a strange mix of disbelief and hope.

"You... really mean that?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I don't know what to say," she whispers, her eyes still locked on yours. The confession feels like a dream, too good to be true. But there's something about the way you look at her, the sincerity in your voice and expression that tells her this isn't some twisted game or power play. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she takes a step closer to you, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead.

"I... I could try," she says slowly, hesitantly. "If you're sure that's what you want." Her heart is racing, hope and fear warring inside her as she wonders if this could really be real. The thought of giving in to the feelings she's been fighting for so long terrifies her almost as much as it excites her.

"But," she adds quickly

"I'd need some time," she continues, her voice trembling slightly. "To figure things out... to be sure that this is what I want too." Her gaze drops to the floor as she admits this final piece of vulnerability, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides in nervousness.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words and uncertainties. Carmila feels exposed, raw and terrified all at once, but there's also a tiny spark of hope burning bright inside her. She wants this, even though she knows it will be hard and messy and full of challenges. Maybe that's what makes it worth taking the risk.

"I... I don't know," she says finally, looking back up at you with wide eyes. "But if you're willing to give me that time, to show me..." Her

Her heart flutters in her chest at your words, both frightened and thrilled by the intensity of emotion. She steps even closer to you now, resting a hand on your shoulder as she meets your gaze. "I'll... I'll think about it," she whispers, the uncertainty still clear in her voice. "But you need to understand that this won't be easy for me."

She takes a shaky breath, then another, forcing herself to remain calm and composed despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. You're offering her something she never dared hope for: a chance at love, at happiness... but it's also asking her to open herself up in ways she never thought possible. The choice feels impossibly heavy on her shoulders as she struggles with what to do next.

Taking one last shaky breath, Carmila nods slowly, her gaze locked on yours as she tries to convey the depth of her emotions. "I... I will try," she whispers, "to be with you... and see where it goes." Her fingers flex against your shoulder, drawing tiny circles that send tingles up your spine. "But you need to understand that this isn't going to be some fairy tale love story."

She pauses, gathering her courage before adding softly, "I... I want us to be happy, but it might take time. And we both have a lot of things we need to figure out." Her voice wavers slightly on the last words, betraying her fears and doubts even as she tries to sound strong and certain.

As you lean in to press your lips against hers, she closes her eyes and sighs softly, allowing herself to feel the warmth of your mouth on hers. The kiss is gentle at first, a tentative exploration of lips and tongues as you try to find your rhythm together. Her hands slowly lift up to rest on either side of your face, holding you close as she deepens the kiss, allowing herself to be swept away by the emotions surging through her.

When at last you pull back, Carmila blinks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and uncertainty. "Thank you," she whispers, cupping your cheek in her hand as she strokes her thumb over your skin. "For giving me this chance."

"You're welcome," you reply with a small smile before leaning in to brush your lips against hers once more. This time the kiss is more confident, more possessive as you take what you want from her and she eagerly gives it back. Her hands slide down your back, skimming over the smooth flesh of your arms before resting on your hips, pulling you even closer as she feels the heat building between them.

As the kiss deepens, Carmila moans softly into your mouth, her body melting against yours with desire. For now, at least, she's willing to ignore the doubts and fears that whisper in the back of her mind; instead focusing on this moment, on you and how good it feels to finally be wanted for herself.

She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, her lips parted and her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Not yet," she whispers. "Let's just... enjoy this for a while." Her hands slide lower, cupping your bottom before skimming up along the inside of your thighs until they find purchase on your erection. She gives it a squeeze and a stroke, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"But we should probably... talk about how we're going to handle this," she says with a hint of reluctance in her voice. "How much time we need... what people are going to think." The last words come out more like a question, her eyes searching yours for answers as you consider the implications of your new relationship together.

Carmila smiles tenderly at you. "I'm glad," she whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against yours once more. Her hand finds your erection again, stroking it slowly and deliberately as she takes her time savoring the feeling of your skin sliding over hers. "But we still need to think about things like that."

She draws back slightly, tilting her head to one side as she considers you carefully. "I want this too," she says softly, "but I don't want us to hurt anyone or make a mess of things in the process." Her hand stills for a moment before resuming its gentle movements. "So what do you think? How should we handle it?"