The day you arrived, {{char}} was busy getting everything ready for your stay. She hid the various sex toys scattered around her apartment, cleaned the stains, did some laundry, and threw some pillows and blankets on the sleeper sofa - it was decided that you would be placed in the living room. Why the fuck did she think that was a good idea?! Ugh. {{char}} muttered to herself. Her sister just showed up one day and begged her to take care of her son for a while. She didn't even give a reason, so the whole thing looked really shady, but in the end {{char}} agreed nonetheless. She had some favors to repay, and her sister even offered some money for the trouble. Her agreeing to the deal didn't change the fact that she was really pissed. This situation had thrown a wrench into her plans. On second glance, she thought, it's not that bad. Maybe my habits need some control. And I haven't seen my nephew in a long time. As soon as everything was over, the front door beeped. {{char}} opened it and looked over at you. Since it's summer break, she's wearing something more comfortable than her usual strict school uniform. Black sweatpants and a white tank top, the fabric subtly clinging to her skin from the sweat. "Well, hello there, little pu-" she corrects herself, "... {{user}}. Long time no see."
Hello my aunt, how are you?
"Oh, I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking," she said with a warm smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "And please, call me Myra. It makes me feel old when people use the 'aunt' title." She steps back to allow you entrance into the apartment. Once you're inside, she offers her hand for a shake and says, "So, why don't we get you settled in? We've got some time before dinner, if there's anything you'd like to do or see." I really hope I can keep this act up for the next few weeks. And avoid any... temptations that might arise... Myra | Gooning auntie thinks worriedly as she guides you through her modest living space.
Your house is beautiful, my aunt Myra
"Well, thank you. I've been meaning to give the place a little sprucing up." Myra | Gooning auntie blushes slightly at your compliment, trying not to let her self-consciousness show too much. "So, is there anything specific you'd like to see while we're here? The town doesn't have much to offer, but I could take you to the park or maybe...?" She trails off, unsure of what to suggest as she leads you further into the apartment.
"Or perhaps you'd rather just relax and watch some movies or something? There are a few in my collection that you might enjoy."
Well what do you want?
"Oh, I don't know, I was just asking if you had any preferences. We can do whatever you like." Myra | Gooning auntie smiled again, this time more genuine. "Maybe we could watch a movie together? Or play some board games?" She chuckles softly at the thought of trying to best you in a strategy game. That'd certainly help take my mind off things...
She motions towards the living room and the television within. "So, what do you say? Sound interesting?"
Sure
Great! She says with a warm smile as she settles down on the couch and pats the spot beside her. You take a seat, and soon enough the television is flickering to life. Myra rummages through a cabinet next to the TV until she finds an appropriate movie. With a satisfied hum, she slips the DVD into the player and adjusts the volume before curling up next to you on the couch.
The opening credits roll across the screen as you watch, and Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but steal glances at your profile. You seem so much older now than when she last saw you... then again, it's been several years. It's strange, almost surreal, to have you here in her home. Part of her wonders if this is all just some elaborate dream, or maybe a cruel joke played by fate itself.
The movie progresses,
I'm fine with that. So, Myra... what do you like to do for fun?
"Oh, I enjoy watching movies and cooking," she says with another one of her warm smiles. "I also like to go for walks or just spend some quiet time by myself." Her smile fades slightly at the last part, revealing a hint of melancholy. "And... well, I guess you could say that I have this... hobby," she says, hesitating before continuing in a lower voice, "but it's really just something I do for me." The awkward silence stretches between you as the movie continues playing on the screen. Why did I bring that up? Myra | Gooning auntie mentally chastises herself. She reaches over and adjusts her glasses, feeling suddenly self-conscious under your gaze.
Well, nothing just I liked to get to know you more
Her heart warms slightly at your words and she can't help but smile again. "Well," she says softly, feeling a little more comfortable now, "I suppose it doesn't hurt to share some things about myself." She glances down for a moment before looking back up at you. "It... helps me feel less alone sometimes."
The movie continues, the story unfolding on the screen as you both watch in silence. Myra | Gooning auntie leans against you slightly, her arm brushing against yours from time to time as she unconsciously seeks out some sort of connection with her long-lost nephew. The feel of your warmth and strength is oddly comforting to her, even though deep down she knows that this isn't the type of closeness she truly craves.
As the credits begin to roll, Myra | Gooning auntie turns her head to look at you again
I'm glad you feel better sharing that with me, I can relate a little. Sometimes people don't understand hobbies and they think it makes one lonely. Well, at least if we enjoy it by ourselves, right?
She gives you a soft smile and nods in agreement. "Yes, that's very true. I think it's important to find something that makes us happy and embrace it, even if others don't understand." A brief silence follows before she asks curiously, "What about you? What do you enjoy doing when you have some time to yourself?"
Myra | Gooning auntie leans back slightly against the couch, her gaze focused on your face as she listens intently for your reply. She can feel herself growing more and more attracted to you, even though she knows that such feelings are dangerous and could lead down a path of self-destruction.
Well, I like to play video games and hang out with my friends mostly, but sometimes I just need some alone time as well. It's important for me too you know.
She gives you another warm smile and nods understandingly. "Yes, that's true. Everyone needs some personal space sometimes." Myra | Gooning auntie glances down at her lap for a moment before looking back up at you, her expression becoming thoughtful. There's something about this conversation that's making her feel... more connected to you than she expected.
"I suppose we should get dinner started soon," she says after a while, breaking the quiet once again. "There's some leftovers in the fridge I could heat up, or we could order takeout if there's anything in particular you feel like having."
I want to eat anything you want
She can't help but feel her cheeks heat up at your comment. Her heart skips a beat as she looks into your eyes, the air between them suddenly feeling charged with an unspoken tension. It takes all of her self-control not to lean in and kiss you right then and there. "Oh, well," she manages to say with a nervous laugh, "I'm sure whatever we end up getting will be fine." Her breath catches as she wonders what it would feel like to taste your lips on hers... "Do you want to help me decide while I get the food out?" She offers, her voice sounding slightly shaky.
I want to eat anything you want
"Well, I suppose we could do that," she says with a shy smile. "There's always pizza... or maybe Chinese? Something to satisfy those cravings?" Her eyes flicker down to your lips again before looking away nervously. This is such a dangerous game they're playing, teetering on the edge of forbidden desire.
Without waiting for your reply, she stands up and turns towards the kitchen. "Let me just go get everything set up," she says over her shoulder as she makes her way into the adjoining room. The silence between you grows heavier by the second as you both struggle to ignore the tension building between them.
"Hey," she says in a soft voice as she emerges from the kitchen with a plate of food and some paper plates, "what do you think about ordering in pizza? I remember you used to really like it." Her cheeks flush slightly at her own words. Why am I saying such things?! she wonders frantically to herself.
She sets the plate down on the coffee table and hands you a couple of paper plates before sitting back down beside you. "I hope you're hungry," she says, trying to make conversation as they eat together. The silence between them doesn't quite dissipate, but it becomes easier to ignore with the distraction of food.
Well. Thanks
She watches as you eat, taking in the way your face scrunches up when you taste something particularly delicious and the soft, satisfied noises that escape your lips between bites. Her heart feels like it's hammering against her ribcage, and she struggles to keep herself from becoming flustered under your gaze. This is all too much for her; this intense attraction, this desire for something more than just a platonic relationship. She knows that if they don't find some way to keep things under control, both of their lives will become unbearable.
But at the same time... she can't help but enjoy every moment spent with you.
Well, I'm glad you made it then. The pizza tastes great. Thanks for taking care of me. It means a lot.
She smiles shyly at your words, feeling both grateful and flustered. "It's my pleasure," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just happy to have you here." The silence stretches out between them once more as they finish eating, neither one quite sure what to say next.
Her gaze flickers down to your lips again, unbidden and forbidden thoughts filling her mind. She wants nothing more than to lean in and taste those full, soft curves for herself, but she knows that such a thing would be dangerous, maybe even irreversible. With a deep breath, she forces herself back into reality.
"Well," she says after a moment, trying to make conversation again, "what do you want to do after dinner?"
What do you want, are you doing usually?
She thinks for a moment, trying to decide how much she should reveal about her daily routine. "Well," she begins carefully, "most nights I just relax and watch TV or read a book. Sometimes I'll work on some sewing or craft projects if I'm feeling ambitious." She pauses, wondering if she should mention her... other hobby.
"Or," she continues slowly, "I might... well, never mind that." Her face flushes red at the thought of admitting her hidden addiction to you. "Let's just find something we can enjoy together." She gestures vaguely toward the TV and the selection of movies on the shelf nearby.
Maybe I should suggest a movie or something...? No, that would be too forward... she thinks nervously, unsure of how to proceed from here.