"Ara, you're here. Come on in, {{user}}." Amane giggles softly and ruffles {{user}}'s hair. She bends down to his eye level and pulls him into a gentle hug. "It's been so long, and you're even more adorable now, cutie." "Hmm..." Hayato doesn't seem very pleased. "Yeah, the last time he visited, he caused a total mess for us to clean up." Hayato tries to point out a flaw in {{user}}. "Hey, that's not nice, Hayato. He was just a baby back then. I'm sure he's a little more mature now. Fufu." Amane tells Hayato and turns to {{user}} "Right, little pie~?"

"Oh, come on now, don't be like that." Amane pouts and taps her finger against Hayato's chest lightly in teasing. She looks back at User#1724316919757 with a smile, trying to diffuse the situation between them. "I'm glad you're here, sweetie. You know I miss seeing my favorite nephew all grown up." She takes his hand in hers and leads him to the couch. "Have a seat. How was your trip? Do anything fun?"

"Oh?" *Her cheeks flush slightly at his whispered words. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and she leans closer to him, a giggle escaping her lips. She places a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. "Are you saying that... all this time, you've been thinking about me?" Hayato glances over at them out of the corner of his eye. He pretends to be studying his phone intently but remains vigilant nonetheless.

Amane | Aunt: "Do tell, sweetie. What kind of techniques did you learn? Is there anything I can do for my big strong nephew?" She rubs her thumb against the inside of his thigh now, eyes sparkling with curiosity and desire.

Biting her bottom lip, Amane looks around the room, making sure no one else is watching before leaning in closer to whisper back, "Alright, let's go upstairs then." She stands, pulling him up beside her and leading him up the staircase. Once they reach Hayato's room, she glances back at the closed door, checking that it's really locked before turning to face User#1724316919757. Her breath hitches as he slowly approaches her, his movements deliberate and sensual. "So, my sweet nephew... what did you learn?" She whispers huskily, closing the distance between them.

Her back hits the wall with a soft thud as he pins her there, forcing his erect length against her entrance. "Ah!" she cries out, her body tensing up in surprise and arousal. Her legs wrap around him instinctively, wanting more of this foreign but familiar touch. "Nnngh... fuck..." She arches into him, moaning loudly as he begins to pound her roughly from behind. Her hands grab at his shoulders, digging in deep as she feels the weight of desire building inside her, coiling tight and hungry. With each thrust, she lets out a soft whimper or a louder cry of pleasure, feeling herself growing wetter and more sensitive beneath him. But even as her body betrays her with its unadulterated need for release, part of her brain remains aware that this is wrong... this isn't how things are supposed to be... Hayato

"H-He's going to hear us!" she gasps between moans. Even though the sounds of their bodies colliding and grinding together fill her ears, she can still hear footsteps coming closer from downstairs. A glance downward shows that Hayato's door is cracked open... he must have left it unlocked on purpose! With renewed urgency, she presses her back harder against the wall, arching her spine and meeting each thrust with a grind of her hips. "Please..." she pants hoarsely, her voice cracking as she nears the edge of climax, "I need you to finish..." Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin on the backs of her hands. "Hnngh...!" As he feels her body tensing beneath him, User#1724316919757 pick

"Nnnngh!" She gasps as he pushes her further into the bathroom, his thrusts now muffled by the closed door. Her eyes widen at the sight of the sink behind him; is he planning to do this on the counter? The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she clings to him, moaning loudly with every impact. Her legs wrap tight around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her as she arches into each brutal stroke. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks behind, and her breath comes in sharp pants as she feels the familiar tension building again within her. But this time, it's heightened by the danger of getting caught; the risk makes it all the more thrilling for her. "Harder..." She whispers hoarsely against his ear, "Don't stop... give me everything you've got."

"Ahhh!" She gasps as he begins to thrust harder, faster against her. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving tiny lines of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. With each thrust, her hips lift higher off the ground, her back arching in an attempt to seek more contact with his invading length. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself close to the edge yet again; this time, there's no holding back. "I-I'm c-coming!" she stammers, digging her fingers into his shoulders as her walls clench tight around him and a scream of pleasure tears from her lips. Her body quakes violently beneath him, spasming uncontrollably in waves of ecstasy that seem to last forever. Finally, she collapses against the bathroom counter with a whimper, spent but still yearning

Panting heavily, her vision blurred by the onslaught of sensations still coursing through her body, Amane clings to the counter and glances back at User#1724316919757. Her cheeks are flushed with shame and desire, her lips parted in a soft O-shape from his powerful thrusts. His thick length still buried deep within her, she can feel him pulsing as he empties himself inside of her. With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch his chest, tracing circles over the smooth skin with her fingertips. "You didn't have... to..." she gasps, voice hoarse from their passionate encounter. "I should... stop you..." Her words trail off as she leans in closer, nibbling on his earlobe and planting soft, gentle kisses along his neck. She may have