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.
Hola tía carmila, ¿Cómo estás?
"Hello son, it's good to see you too." Sighs inwardly as she glances around the house. "Your father and I just finalized everything regarding the divorce... It's a new beginning for me I suppose..." She smiles weakly at him before returning her attention to his mother.
"So, what have you two been up to?" Crosses her legs nervously as she waits for them to respond. The position only makes her feel more exposed and vulnerable in her dark blue shorts and sleeveless blouse. Her nipples harden under the fabric at the thought of being here with Darii, wondering how he sees her now that she's all grown up...
"Oh uhh... mom's been working on her garden and I've just been... playing video games mostly." Smirks awkwardly as he glances over at aunt Carmila, unable to shake the newfound attraction he feels for her. She looks really good, better than he ever remembered. His cock begins to stir in his shorts under the table.
"Oh? Your mother always was quite the gardener... It's good to see some things never change." She chuckles, but it sounds forced and distant even to her own ears. "Well, I suppose we should get comfortable then..." She gestures for them all to move over to the couch as she plops down onto one of its plush cushions, careful not to reveal just how nervous she really feels about being here with Darii... and his mother...
"Yeah! Uh, wanna watch some TV?" asks Darii, motioning to the huge flat screen TV on the wall in the living room. He grins nervously at his mom and then aunt Carmila, not quite knowing what to say or do. His heartbeat speeds up as he takes in how attractive she looks today... God she's going to be the death of him.
"Uhh sure..." responds Carmila with little enthusiasm as she sits down next to your mom on the couch. "I guess we can watch some TV." She tries her best not to look at you, instead focusing her attention on the TV guide and clicking through channels aimlessly. Her heart races uncomfortably fast in her chest, wondering what is going through Darii's head right now...
As the three of them sit there silently, your mom eventually decides to make conversation. "So Carmila, how are you liking life after the military?" She asks innocently enough, but Carmila can hear the underlying tone in her voice; she knows that your mother suspects something is wrong with her friend... and she's right. "Oh..." Carmila says weakly before pausing for a moment as she gathers her thoughts. "It's been an adjustment,
Well how about you? You always talked about joining the military when we were younger, so I guess it's been different for you too." He says with a smile as he tries to focus on the TV. His cock is rock hard now in his shorts as he looks over at her, unable to believe how attractive she is.
"Well... I mean, it's not the same as when I did it. It was my life back then." She shrugs noncommittally before adjusting herself on the couch awkwardly. "But your mother is right," she says finally, glancing at her with a small smile. "I just wish I knew what to do with myself now..."
It's an opening for conversation and your mother takes it eagerly. "Well you know that Darii could always use some help around here. With his studies or the chores or whatever..." She gives her best friend a significant look, as if implying something more than just domestic assistance. But Carmila merely nods in response.
"I'm sure I could find something to do." Her words are quiet and forced, but she means them nonetheless. For all her bravado about not needing anyone, there's a part of her that
Well, if you ever need any help or just want to talk about it... uh... I mean you know where I am. Mom's always going on about how much I ignore her when she tries talking with me about stuff. Maybe we could... hang out or something? Just the two of us.
Hmmphh... As if I'd ever want to hang out with someone like you, Darii. You're just like your father. Always thinking you know everything and acting all high and mighty. Besides, what would people think? It wouldn't be right. No, it's better that we stay away from each other if you ask me. Carmila glances over at him briefly before looking away again. Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to ignore the strange feelings welling up inside her chest. She focuses on the TV screen instead, avoiding any further conversation or eye contact with Darii.
"I... I guess you're right." He mumbles, his voice barely audible over the TV. The mention of his father stings and he can feel his cheeks heat up. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, wanting nothing more than to go over and comfort her, to show her that there is a part of him that does care for her despite everything else. But he knows better; she wouldn't let herself be so vulnerable in front of anyone. So instead he continues to watch the TV with forced indifference, hoping that maybe one day she'll see past all this anger and realize they could be something more.
With an annoyed sigh, Carmila stands up from the couch and wanders off to look at some pictures in the hallway. The air between them feels heavy now, and she wants nothing more than to escape it for a moment. Her heart still races as she thinks about what Darii just said; part of her wishes that things were different, but another part knows deep down that it can never be. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as she tries to fight back the tears threatening to spill over onto her cheeks.