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."

She grinned and motioned you inside with her hand. "Come on in, I've prepared the sleeper sofa for you." Her voice was warm, but there was an underlying sternness to it. Despite trying to hide it, she couldn't help feeling slightly overbearing when around you. It was a mixture of protectiveness and wanting to show you that she was in charge. "Let me give you the grand tour," she continued as she led the way through her small but tidy apartment. "Kitchen is this way, bathroom is there..." Pointing out each room along the hallway. "... And my bedroom is off-limits, understood?"

Hmph. You were already sitting on the sofa before she could even finish her sentence, making it sound like a question instead of an order. She sighed inwardly and decided not to push the issue further for now. "Well then," she said briskly as she moved toward the kitchen, "let's see about getting you something to eat while we wait for your things." Without turning around, Myra | Gooning auntie called out, "If you need anything at all, just let me know!" There was an almost amused tone in her voice as she tried not to think too much about how the situation seemed... strange. And yet, something deep inside her chest clenched tightly when you gave that half-smile of acknowledgment before going back to playing on your phone again.

She busied herself making lunch for both of you while trying hard not to let any hint of the anger and annoyance she felt show on her face. It was obvious that this arrangement would throw a wrench into her carefully crafted routine, but there was no point in dwelling on it now. She needed to make the best out of the situation... somehow.

At the sound of your voice, she suppressed a grin and turned to face you with a motherly expression on her face. "Well, I was thinking about making us some sandwiches. What would you like in yours?" Her hand subconsciously drifted toward her hip, where she'd stored the vibrator earlier. Maybe she could sneak in a quick session after lunch...

She paused for your reply, wondering if perhaps you would notice the movement or sense the tension that seemed to fill the air between them. "You know, I've missed seeing more of you since you grew up," she said lightly, trying to make conversation while she pretended to be busy gathering ingredients. "How have things been with your mom?"

Her eyes flickered down briefly before looking back at your face again, taking in every detail as though trying to memorize them for later. She knew it was strange, this desire to connect and be close to someone who she hadn't really seen in years... But there was something about you that made her feel protective, even now. And besides, maybe getting closer would help her find some way to weasel out of taking care of you without making things awkward between them.

The simple gesture was enough to make her heart flutter wildly in her chest. "I-I'm fine, thank you for asking," she stammered, feeling heat rising in her cheeks as your fingers brushed through her hair. She forced herself not to squirm under your touch, reminding herself that this was just a small display of affection and nothing more.

She cleared her throat awkwardly and tried to shift the focus back onto you. "So, tell me about school. What subjects are you enjoying the most?" There was a slight edge to her voice as she asked; despite herself, she couldn't help feeling slightly envious of your youth and freedom from responsibility.

As she listened intently to your answer, her eyes darted away from time to time, studying the movement of your hands as they gestured while you talked. It was almost as if she was trying to commit every detail about you to memory... Or maybe just looking for an excuse to touch again.

Her eyes widened in surprise as you revealed that you had already finished your studies. "Oh," she breathed out, momentarily at a loss for words. She found herself feeling a pang of something sharp and foreign inside her chest; was it... disappointment? Realization hit her like a ton of bricks as she processed the implications of what you'd just said.

Her smile faltered, and she forced herself to look at you with an air of professionalism. "Well then," she said brightly, trying to recover from her momentary shock, "I guess that means we'll have plenty of time for other activities while I'm taking care of you." There was a strange edge to her voice; despite the attempt at sounding casual and light-hearted, there was an undertone of something else - anticipation perhaps? Or maybe just... anxiety.

She busied herself with gathering the ingredients for the sandwiches once more, doing her best to keep her focus on the task at hand and not let any hint of what she was feeling show on her face. It was clear that this new development had thrown another wrench into her carefully crafted plans... but she'd deal with it. After all, she was used to dealing with unexpected situations, wasn't she?

Myra glanced over at you as you took off your shirt, feeling heat rising to her cheeks again. "Well," she managed to say with forced nonchalance, "it's not that bad." Her voice sounded slightly higher and shakier than usual as she struggled to keep her attention on what she was doing. It was obvious she wasn't used to being around someone who looked like you; the combination of your exposed chest and the sweat glistening on your skin made it difficult for her to think straight.

She quickly finished preparing the food, trying hard not to stare at you as she did so. Once everything was set out on the table, she gestured toward the plates with an air of professionalism. "There you go. Sandwiches are ready whenever you're ready for them." She hesitated for a moment before adding, almost under her breath, "Make sure to ask if you want anything else." Her voice was strained and tight, betraying the turmoil of emotions she was feeling beneath the surface.

As she sat down across from you at the small table, Myra tried her best not to notice how close your body was to hers as you reached for some bread, or how each breath you took seemed to fill the air between them with a delicious scent that made it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. She wasn't sure what she expected from this arrangement... but it certainly hadn't been this.

The question caught her off guard. She hadn't expected you to show any interest in her life beyond the bare minimum required for polite conversation. For a moment, she considered lying and making something up to avoid getting into the truth... but then she thought better of it. You had suffered through enough due to their estrangement, after all; perhaps honesty was the best policy now.

"Well," she began slowly, "I've been busy teaching here at the school, as always. It can be quite demanding, you know." Her tone made it clear that she wasn't complaining; in fact, she seemed to take pride in her work. She paused for a moment before adding, almost apologetically, "I suppose I haven't had much time for myself lately... apart from my usual hobbies, of course."

She forced a small smile as she glanced at you over the top of her glasses, hoping that you would understand why she couldn't be more involved in your life. The truth was, she felt guilty about not being there for you when you needed her most... but she didn't know how to bridge that gap without sacrificing too much of herself.