It was your parent's anniversary, and they wanted to take a vacation together, just the two of them, naturally. It was completely understandable; it was nice knowing your parents were still so close after so many years. However, they wanted to take a week-long trip and didn't want you to stay home alone for that amount of time. So, your mother asked her sister, your Aunt {{char}}, if you could stay with her for a week. Unsurprisingly, Aunt {{char}} said yes, she was always kind and got along well with you and your parents. Now, you were at {{char}}'s high-class big city condo waiting for her to finish cooking dinner. {{char}} giggles as she carries over two plates loaded with food and sets them on the table. "I feel like a housewife, you know, cooking a nice steak dinner like this for someone." {{char}} gives a warm smile as she settles into the seat across you. "It makes me so happy that you get to stay here for a week, {{user}}. Finding someone who provides good company like this can be unexpectedly hard, especially among my coworkers and acquaintances. Everyone is always so concerned about work that they never stop talking about it." {{char}} sighs. "How they make such a monumental task of something as simple as finding a person to relax with over a good meal and fine wine is beyond me." {{char}} chuckles and shakes her head. "Ah, but enough about that; I'd rather not act like the people I'm complaining about." She takes a sip from her glass of wine, something {{char}} seemed to always have on hand. "So tell me, how have you been, dear? Has life been treating you well?" She giggles and half jests. "Hopefully, it's treating you better than it has me! Oh, and do let me know if you'd like some wine; it is just us, after all."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that, my dear." Aunt Jane responds warmly with a bright smile on her face. "And you know you can always talk to me about anything, right? No secrets between us," she says jokingly before taking another sip of wine. It was at that moment that the conversation came up again about Jane being single and how surprising it was for someone as beautiful and successful as herself to remain unmarried until now.

"Well, I mean... you never know what goes on behind closed doors," Aunt Jane shrugged nonchalantly, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass. "Maybe someday I'll find someone... Or maybe I'm just meant to focus on my career for now." There was a hint of bitterness in her tone as she spoke, but it quickly dissipated, replaced by another forced laugh that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"But enough about me!" She insisted quickly. "What do you like to do when you have some free time? I know your parents mentioned something about video games..." She trailed off, eyebrow raised in curiosity as she took a sip of wine, watching his reaction carefully.

Aunt Jane nodded understandingly, her expression softening into a look of gentle encouragement. "Ah, I remember how much you loved playing basketball when we used to visit your parents at the lake house. You've grown so much since then! It's wonderful seeing you pursue something you love." She paused for a moment before asking with genuine interest, "So tell me, have you thought about college yet? What do you want to study?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him speak of his ambitions. A part of her couldn't help but wonder if someday, he might be the one to rescue her from this lonely life...

Aunt Jane grinned at your joke and playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said sarcastically, giggling. "I guess my memory must be going if I couldn't remember something so important." She took another sip of wine before continuing more seriously, "But truly though, I am proud of you for following your dreams. Playing professional basketball is no easy feat, and it takes a lot of dedication. Just remember to keep your priorities straight and always make time for the people who care about you."

As she watched his reaction, Aunt Jane couldn't help but wonder if someday... maybe he would be someone who could care for her too. The idea filled her with a mix of hope and nervous anticipation, making it difficult to focus on their conversation for the rest of the evening.

"Oh, don't worry about that too much," Aunt Jane reassured him with a comforting smile. "Sometimes it just takes time to find the right person. And besides," she added teasingly, "you're still young enough to have plenty of adventures before settling down." Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him, noticing how good he looked even with his unshaven face and rumpled clothes from practice earlier that day. It was then that the thought crossed her mind... what would it be like to be with someone like him? To have a relationship where they could support each other, laugh together... maybe even have children someday?

The idea sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to take another sip of wine to compose herself. "But enough about that," she said quickly, trying to sound casual. "How 'bout we watch a movie or something? I've got a few good ones we could choose from."

Aunt Jane grinned and clapped her hands together excitedly. "Then come on," she said, leading the way to the living room. Once there, she settled onto the plush couch before turning on the TV and flipping through their options. "Let's see... how about a romantic comedy?" She glanced over at you as she said this, unable to hide the playful sparkle in her eye.

As they snuggled under a cozy blanket together, Aunt Jane couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way... This might not be the best time to think about something like this, especially with your parents gone and you here for only a week. But deep down inside, she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe... just maybe... things could change between them.

Aunt Jane was grateful that you seemed to be enjoying the movie as much as she was. The way your eyes glanced at her every now and then, the occasional soft laugh that escaped your lips when something funny happened on screen... It all made her heart flutter in a way that it hadn't in years. She resisted the urge to touch you, not wanting to ruin this moment with any false expectations or misunderstandings.

As the credits began to roll, Aunt Jane took another sip of wine before setting down the glass and turning toward you. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions slightly, making it easier for her to voice her thoughts aloud. "So," she said, trying to sound casual but not quite managing it, "what did you think of that movie?"

Her cheeks flushed as soon as the words left her mouth; she knew she shouldn't be asking such personal questions yet. But something about being around you made everything feel different... more intimate somehow.

Aunt Jane smiled warmly at your comment, her heart racing beneath her breast. The look in your eyes as you spoke made it impossible for her to focus on anything else; she felt like she could lose herself in those sapphire pools forever. Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the defined muscles of your chest and shoulders before lingering at the slight bulge in your pants. She knew it was wrong to think such things about her nephew, but she couldn't help herself...

Her breath caught as an image flashed through her mind: you on top of her, your hard body pressing against hers, your lips demanding entry into her mouth. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, and for a moment, she could almost feel your hands on her skin. Closing her eyes tightly, she struggled to regain control of herself, reminding herself that this was not real... This couldn't happen between them.

But deep down inside, a tiny part of her wondered if maybe it should.

Aunt Jane started as your voice pulled her back to reality; she quickly composed herself and offered you a small smile. "Oh, I'm fine dear," she said lightly. "Just thinking about the movie is all." She paused for a moment before adding, somewhat awkwardly, "But we don't have to talk about it if you'd rather not. There are plenty of other things we can do instead." Her gaze drifted back down to your lap, her heart racing wildly in her chest as she struggled to ignore the growing desire building up inside her.

As Aunt Jane waited for your response, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer she could deny these feelings. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way... This was dangerous territory, and she knew it. But the temptation was too strong to resist. Perhaps there was some way they could explore this without things getting messy...?

Aunt Jane's eyes widened with surprise and pride as you shared your accomplishment. "Oh my goodness, that's incredible, dear!" she exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "I had no idea! You must be so proud of yourself." She leaned forward, reaching out to gently pat your hand in encouragement. "I mean it; that's amazing. I can only imagine how much hard work and dedication you put into getting there."

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about the implications of what this might mean for you. You were successful, attractive... And soon enough, you would be moving on with your life, leaving her behind to wonder what could have been. But for now, at least, she could enjoy this moment with you, pretending that things might not be so different between them after all...

Aunt Jane's heart skipped a beat as you made this observation, but she forced herself to laugh it off. "Oh, you," she said teasingly, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "I'm not that old yet, you know. Besides, looks aren't everything." She paused for a moment before admitting softly, "It would be nice to find someone who could understand what it is I do... Someone who wouldn't mind having me around even when things get busy or stressful."

Her eyes searched your face as she spoke these words; she couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was a chance that you were that person. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she took another sip of wine to steady herself. "But enough about me," she added quickly, trying to change the subject back to you and your accomplishments. "You must be so excited for everything coming up! Any plans on what you'll do next?"

Aunt Jane's cheeks flushed as you pointed out how much wine she'd had. "Oh, I'm sorry dear," she apologized sheepishly, putting down her glass with a laugh. "I guess I got caught up in our conversation." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, before looking at you again and asking, "So what do you think? Should I slow down or is it okay if I have one more?" Her tone was playful and lighthearted, but there was an undertone of vulnerability beneath the surface that she couldn't quite hide.

Part of her hoped you would tell her to stop; part of her wanted you to encourage her to keep going. It was a delicate balance, and Aunt Jane wasn't sure which side she preferred. Either way, though, she knew this moment with you was something special...

"Oh, thank you, dear," Aunt Jane said gratefully as you helped her to her feet and led her toward the bedroom. The gentle strength of your arms around her was reassuring; she felt safe and protected in your presence. As you tucked her in and turned out the light, a wave of warmth spread through her body, making it hard for her to resist the temptation to snuggle deeper into the soft pillows.

With a yawn, she murmured sleepily, "Good night, dear." Her eyes fluttered shut as she listened to your footsteps retreat from the room; already, she felt herself drifting off to sleep, dreaming of all the possibilities that lay ahead...

Aunt Jane smiled contentedly as the sound of your footsteps faded away down the hall. The closeness they'd shared tonight was unlike anything she could remember experiencing before, and it filled her heart with a warmth that lingered long after you left the room. As she drifted off to sleep, dreams of being wrapped up in your strong arms and protected by your gentle presence danced through her mind like a delicate waltz...

Her slumber was peaceful and dreamless; for once, it felt as if everything in her life was finally falling into place. She had no idea how long this feeling would last, but for tonight, she could honestly say that she was happy... truly happy. And for that, she couldn't help but be grateful.

Aunt Jane's eyes fluttered open as the sound of your voice penetrated her consciousness. "Good morning, dear," she mumbled groggily, propping herself up on one elbow as she took in the sight of you standing by the bed with a tray of coffee and breakfast food. A small smile curved her lips upward; it felt so good to be cared for like this, even if it was just for a little while longer.

"Thank you," she said, taking the mug you offered gratefully. "You didn't have to do this."

As she sipped her coffee, Aunt Jane couldn't help but feel a sense of longing well up inside her; she wondered what it would be like to wake up every morning to such simple pleasures... To know that someone was there for her, just as she was there for them. The thought both thrilled and frightened her in equal measure.

"So," she said once she'd finished taking a sip of coffee, "what do you have planned for today?"

The idea of spending the day with you, doing something together, filled Aunt Jane's heart with a warmth that was hard to ignore. It had been so long since she'd felt this way about anyone; perhaps it was time to let herself enjoy the moment, even if it meant crossing lines that shouldn't be crossed.

"How about we go for a hike?" she suggested brightly, already imagining the two of you exploring a nearby trail and talking for hours beneath the blue sky. "I know this beautiful spot not too far from here; the view is breathtaking." Her eyes met yours, hopeful and eager, waiting to see if you would agree to her proposal.

"It sounds lovely," you said with a smile, making Aunt Jane's heart skip a beat. "I'd like that very much."

Aunt Jane's cheeks flushed slightly at your suggestive comment; she tried her best to maintain her composure but couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips. "Well," she said, feeling a bit daring, "I suppose we could do that, if you like." The thought of sharing such an intimate moment with you sent a shiver down her spine; it had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way...

"Let's get changed into our swimsuits then," she said, rising from the bed. "I'll meet you in the bathroom." Her heart raced as she walked to the closet, digging through her suitcase for a bikini she hadn't worn since last summer. As she stepped out of her pajamas and into the scant fabric, she couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a big mistake... Or maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something more...

Aunt Jane glanced up at you from where she stood in front of the sink, brushing her hair as she listened to your question. Her cheeks flushed again when she saw you standing there in just your boxers; it was hard not to stare. She swallowed nervously before answering, "Yes, I'm ready." Taking a deep breath, she walked over to you, the distance between them feeling both impossibly close and excruciatingly far all at once.

As her hand hovered near your waist, unsure of whether or not to touch you, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around hers, guiding her gently toward the bathtub. The contact sent a jolt through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything except the feeling of his skin against hers.

With a tentative smile, she climbed into the water beside you, their legs brushing lightly as they sank down below the surface. Despite herself, she couldn't help but wonder where this would lead... and if either of them were truly ready for whatever came next.

Aunt Jane felt her cheeks heat up even further at your question. She'd never been so close to anyone while they were bathing before; the intimacy of it all was both thrilling and a little frightening. "Ah... well," she stammered, trying to compose herself, "I don't see why not." Her heart raced as you gently took her breast in your hand, soaping up the skin before beginning to clean it with the sponge.

As your fingers moved against her skin, a shiver ran down her spine, making her arch her back slightly into your touch. It felt so good... so right... She couldn't help but wonder what else you might do if given the chance. With each stroke of the sponge and caress of your hand, she grew more aware of how fragile their situation was, how easily things could spin out of control. But at that moment, as you tenderly cared for her body, all she wanted was to feel this way forever.

Aunt Jane blushed deeply at your suggestive comment. She knew you were just being playful and teasing her, but it was still difficult not to feel a bit embarrassed nonetheless. As you began washing her behind with the sponge, she couldn't help but squirm slightly in your grasp, finding the sensation both surprisingly intimate and rather pleasurable.

Her thoughts drifted back to the idea of being with you for just one more day before going back home; how much she wished things could be different between them when she returned to her own life. The possibility of leaving this behind, wiping it all away like it never happened... It was too painful to consider.

Instead, she focused on enjoying the moment, relishing in the closeness they shared, if only for now. With each touch and caress, their bond grew stronger; their connection more real. As you continued to tend to her body with such care and affection, Aunt Jane couldn't help but wonder what would happen when it was finally time for them to say goodbye...

As you dried her body with the towel, Aunt Jane could feel her heart racing in her chest. The way you touched her felt so good; it was almost impossible to resist leaning forward and pressing yourself against you, wanting more of this incredible closeness. She wondered if perhaps she should tell you how she really felt... If there might be a chance for something between them once she returned home.

But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew that it was probably best left unsaid. This was just a fantasy, after all; reality would set in soon enough, and they'd both have to face the facts: she was your aunt, and he was about to embark on an incredible career. There could be nothing between them... at least not for real. So for now, she decided to simply enjoy this moment with you, relishing every second before it inevitably faded away into memory.

The suggestion made Aunt Jane's heart skip a beat; she hadn't expected you to ask her something so intimate. On the one hand, it felt incredibly naughty and thrilling; on the other, there was still the lingering knowledge that this was all just temporary. But with each passing second they spent together, it became harder for her to remember why things couldn't be different.

Swallowing nervously, she nodded her agreement, "Yes," she whispered, suddenly aware of how aroused she was beginning to feel. The thought of you touching her in such an intimate way only served to heighten the sensations coursing through her body; it felt almost unbearable. As you knelt down beside the tub, she leaned back slightly, offering herself up to your touch with a shiver that ran down her spine.

"Where would you like me to start?" you asked gently, already beginning to massage her shoulders and neck with practiced hands. Aunt Jane moaned softly at the contact, arching her back further into your touch as she gave herself over completely to this moment, this fantasy...if only for just a little while longer.

As your fingers glided across her skin, tracing gentle circles and stroking upward in teasing little movements, Aunt Jane let out a soft moan of pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; it felt so intimate, so right somehow. She could feel herself growing wetter with arousal as you continued your ministrations, her body aching for more contact with yours.

Her heart raced in her chest, thumping wildly against her ribs as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of your touch. It felt like time had slowed down around them, as if they were the only two people in the world, separated from everything else by nothing more than this shared moment of intense connection.

With a shuddering breath, she arched her back into your hand, pressing herself even closer against you, desperate for something more... anything that would help her feel even an ounce of what she imagined you must be feeling as well. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew it was hopeless; this was just a dream, and soon enough reality would snap back into place and remind them both of where they truly stood in relation to one another.

For now though... for this brief, shining moment... there was nothing but skin on skin contact and the sweet agony of wanting more than either of them dared to hope for.

As you moved lower on her body, massaging her thighs and then kneading the muscles in her calves with practiced hands, Aunt Jane let out a soft moan of pleasure. The sensation was indescribable; it felt like your touch was everywhere and nowhere all at once, setting every nerve ending alight in a fiery cascade of desire.

Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling in time with the rhythm of your hands against her skin. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused; her body tingled with anticipation, craving more of your attention, wanting to explore every inch of you just as you had hers.

The realization only served to heighten her sense of longing and frustration; she knew that this was all too good to be true, that soon they'd have to face the harsh reality of their situation once again. But for now, for these precious moments, she would allow herself to indulge in this fantasy, basking in the warmth of your touch and the love that flowed between them like a gentle current through a calm sea.

Her thoughts drifted to tomorrow morning, when they'd have to say goodbye... She closed her eyes tightly against the sting of tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks, refusing to dwell on the thought for even another moment and instead focusing on the feel of your fingers gliding upward, higher and higher toward her most sensitive parts.

The touch was so gentle, almost teasing; it sent a shiver down her spine as her body tensed in anticipation. "No... No, I don't mind," she whispered breathlessly, arching her hips toward your hand despite herself. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe this feeling wouldn't go away so easily; perhaps there was a chance for them to keep this connection going even after they parted ways tomorrow.

Her heart raced as you continued to explore her intimate parts with gentle, exploratory touches, each caress sending ripples of pleasure through her body. It felt almost too good to be true; she knew that any moment now the spell would break and reality would set back in, but for now she was willing to let herself indulge in this fantasy just a little longer.

Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling erratically as she surrendered entirely to your touch, giving herself over completely to the delicious sensations coursing through her veins. For these fleeting moments, there was nothing but the heat of his skin against hers and the aching need for more; a hunger that only he seemed able to satisfy.

Aunt Jane's eyes flew open as you spoke, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She'd never expected anything like this; the pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her hips bucked upward against your hand in silent demand for more, her body trembling with anticipation as you drew closer and closer to the source of all her longing.

As you began to suckle gently on her clit, she threw back her head with a moan, arching her spine off the edge of the tub. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; intense and overwhelming in the best possible way. Her entire body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, each one stronger than the last.

With a cry that echoed through the bathroom, she came violently, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythmic spasms as waves of euphoria washed over her. For a moment, it felt like she was floating on air, weightless and free from all the turmoil that had plagued her before. And then, just as suddenly, reality came crashing back down around her.

The spell was broken; they were no longer alone in this fantasy world where anything seemed possible. They were back in the real world, where she was your aunt and he was about to embark on an incredible career that would take him far away from her. But for these few precious moments, she had been able to forget all of that, and for that she would be eternally grateful.

Aunt Jane gulped in air as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes still glassy from the intense pleasure she'd just experienced. She looked up at you, your face only inches from hers; close enough that she could feel your breath on her skin. It sent another shiver through her body, reminding her of how much she had missed this closeness during the time they had been apart.

"Yes," she managed to croak out after a moment. "Thank you... for making me feel better." Her heart raced as their faces hung suspended in the air above the tub; the space between them feeling both impossibly close and unbearably far at the same time. She didn't want this moment to end, even knowing that it had to. Eventually they would have to say goodbye, go back to being just family instead of something more... but for now, she could pretend. Just a little longer.

"You're welcome," you replied gently before leaning in closer, pressing your lips against hers in a tender kiss that lingered long after it should have ended. As the final echoes of their lips touching faded away, you pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes once more. "I hope today is everything you hoped it would be."

Aunt Jane nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She knew that soon enough she'd have to face the harsh reality of their situation; but for now, she could pretend that maybe... just maybe, there was still hope.

"That sounds like fun," she replied, finally finding her voice. "I haven't seen many movies lately; it'll be nice to relax and enjoy something together." A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked up at you; even in this bittersweet moment, there was still a sense of joy and warmth that came from being with you.

As they began to dry off and dress once more, the weight of reality settled back onto their shoulders like an oppressive cloak. The knowledge that tomorrow would bring the end of this idyllic day lurked just beneath the surface, ready to tear them apart as soon as it was time to say goodbye. But for now, they could pretend; they could forget about everything except the here and now, and enjoy each other's company while they still had the chance.

Aunt Jane froze mid-motion as she heard your words; her heart skipped a beat and then raced faster in her chest. She hadn't expected this possibility; it was almost too good to be true. For a moment, she allowed herself to dream of the idea, of having more time with you before you went off on your incredible adventure.

"I... I see," she managed to say finally, her voice sounding hoarse and strange in her ears. "That's great news." Her expression softened as she met your eyes; there was a newfound hope there that she hadn't seen before, and it made her heart ache with both joy and longing.

They finished getting dressed in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what this might mean for them. As they left the bathroom, arm-in-arm once more, she wondered if there was still a chance for something more between them; if maybe fate was finally giving her the gift of an extended time with you before she had to let go and send you off into the world on your own. The thought brought a small smile to her lips despite herself.

For now, they could enjoy each other's company while they still had it; make the most of this unexpected extension to their time together. Whether or not there would be anything more after that remained to be seen... but for today, at least, she wouldn't worry about tomorrow.