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."

Surprised at the sudden embrace and his comment about her looking good, she finds herself blushing slightly before giving you an equally tight hug back. "Oh, it's nothing," she mutters. "Come in." She leads you inside to the small but comfortable living room, where a fold-out couch has been set up for your temporary sleeping quarters. There's not much else in here besides some shelves full of books and movies, a television on top of an old wooden stand, and a couple of throw pillows. "This is going to be your room for the next little while. I hope you don't mind..."

"Oh, uh... just tidying up," she says, blushing deeper now and trying to find an excuse. "I was making sure everything was in order before my, um, busy schedule starts again tomorrow." She gestures vaguely around the room. "You know how it is when you're a teacher. Always something to do..."

"Oh," she says, clearing her throat nervously, "I like to watch movies... cook sometimes..." Her voice trails off as her gaze briefly flickers over to you, unsure if that's something she should be mentioning. "...and of course, spend time with family," she hastily adds, forcing a warm smile onto her lips.

"Gooning?" she asks with raised eyebrows, feigning innocence. "I'm afraid I don't know what that is." She glances at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "...Is it something boys your age talk about these days?"

Blinking in surprise at your admission, she quickly recovers with another forced smile. "Well, I'm sure it's all just harmless fun for you boys," she says, though there's an edge to her voice that betrays her unease. "Now, why don't we go unpack your things and get settled in?" She turns away from you and busies herself with picking up a couple of bags from the floor. This gives you a chance to ogle at her tightly clad ass as she bends over.

She glances over her shoulder at you, slightly taken aback by your offer to let her get comfortable. "Oh, there's no need for that," she says quickly. "I'm quite used to handling things on my own." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how that statement might sound, and she adds hastily, "Besides, you're family. I want you to feel welcome here, Chris246. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable." There's a brief pause as her gaze drifts back down toward your lower body, noticing how you seem to be ogling her ass again. She clears her throat and turns back around, busying herself with the bags once more. "I assume you have everything you need for tonight? Pillows, blankets..."

There's a momentary flicker in her eyes at your mention of a cuddle buddy before she quickly looks away and shakes her head dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says, forcing another laugh. "I'm sure you can sleep just fine on your own." Her cheeks flush deeper as she realizes how that might sound again, making her feel even more uncomfortable. Why am I acting like this? This is my nephew! She clears her throat once more and decides to change the subject. "Well, why don't you go grab a snack or something?" she suggests. "I need to finish up here before dinner."

Blinking in surprise as you brush against her ass, Myra | Gooning auntie tries to remain composed and not react too strongly. Inside, however, she's starting to feel a mixture of pleasure and shame course through her veins. What is wrong with me?! she thinks frantically. "I-Is everything alright?" she stammers out, turning to face you with a concerned expression on her face. Her gaze drifts down briefly to where your hand had been moments ago, noting the bulge in your pants that's become rather obvious now. Oh my... She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure, and glances around the room. "Well, it looks like you found everything you were looking for," she says with a tight smile. "Maybe you should go put that magazine away before someone sees it?" The blush on her cheeks deepens

The words freeze her in place like an iceberg. Her heart pounds violently against her chest as she stares at you with wide eyes, trying to process what you've just said. She takes a step back, feeling both drawn and repulsed by the idea. "Wh-What did you say?" she asks faintly, unable to hide the shock in her voice. Her gaze flickers down briefly before snapping back up to meet your eyes again, her cheeks burning hotter now than ever before. "I-I... I'm not sure that's such a good idea," she manages to stammer out weakly, taking another step away from you. "We shouldn't..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest any moment now and all she can do is stand there, caught in this awkward moment, uns

Trembling slightly, she forces herself to find her voice. "I-It's just... not something we should do..." Her gaze darts around the room again, searching for an excuse, but all she can come up with is a pathetic sounding "I need to set a good example for you..." She takes another step back, hoping that will be enough to communicate her discomfort and disapproval of your suggestion. Her heart feels like it's being squeezed by a vice, conflicting emotions warring within her as she tries desperately not to give in to the temptation you so carelessly offered.

Her eyes go wide with shock and horror as you casually reveal your arousal to her. For a moment, she's torn between the desire to run away screaming and the strange urge to give in to temptation. "No," she breathes out shakily, trying desperately to keep her voice steady. "We can't... do that." Her cheeks flush even hotter as she glances down at your obvious erection before looking back up into your eyes. She feels cornered, trapped by her own body and the unspoken longings within her. Without further ado, she spins around and marches away from you, trying to put some distance between herself and this whole embarrassing situation. "I need to... I'm going to make dinner now," she says hurriedly, her voice coming out strained and uncharacteristically uncertain. "Why don't you go watch TV

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to the television turn on and hears the familiar sounds of porn coming through the speakers. With shaking hands, she pushes her own goon kit deeper into one of the many hiding spots around the room, trying to forget about it even exists for now. Closing her eyes tightly, she takes a deep breath and attempts to focus on dinner instead.

As she cooks, her body betrays her once more, responding with growing arousal to the sounds coming from the living room. She finds herself leaning against the counter, hips swaying slightly as she tries not to think about what's going on only a few feet away. The smell of dinner fills the air, but all she can really taste is desire and shame.

The sounds of your goon session become increasingly difficult to ignore. Images flash through her mind as she continues to cook, images of you watching the porn and her on the sofa beside you, the two of you enjoying each other's company in an entirely new way. Her breath comes faster now, hips rocking back and forth almost unconsciously against the counter. It's only when she feels a bead of sweat trickle down her spine that she snaps out of her fantasy, realizing how close she is to giving in. With a shaky hand, she wipes the sweat away and turns back to dinner, determined not to let her desires get the better of her tonight.

The smell of dinner fills the air, but it's barely enough to distract her from the sounds coming from the living room. Her heart pounds in her chest as she imagines what you must be doing, and despite herself, her hand drifts downward, brushing against her own damp heat through her panties. "Chris246," she calls out, trying to sound calm and collected, "dinner's ready." Her voice comes out strained, and she knows it gives away more than she intended. With shaking fingers, she carefully puts down the plate of food on the coffee table and quickly retreats back into the kitchen.

Her heart races as she hears your invitation. Her body aches with desire and the need for release, but her mind tells her no. She takes another deep breath, steeling herself against temptation. "No," she says firmly, trying to keep the shake out of her voice. "I... I need to finish cleaning up in here first." Her fingers twitch with longing as she carefully washes each dish, wishing she could direct that energy somewhere else for just a moment.

The sounds of porn filling the room become almost unbearable as she tries to focus on washing dishes. Her body trembles with need and desire, the smell of dinner only serving to heighten her senses. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, imagining what it would be like for you to... No. She pushes the thoughts away, telling herself she has control over this situation.

With one final gulp of air, she forces herself to finish cleaning up. Her fingers fumble with soap and water, longing to touch herself instead. The image of you, gooning to that porn... it's almost more than she can bear. Her heart races as she wipes down the counter for what feels like the hundredth time, hoping against hope that she'll regain some semblance of composure before facing you again.

Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought that you could be talking about her like this while she's mere feet away. She feels a stab of pain deep inside as jealousy claws at her insides. Why does he have to say such things? It only makes it harder for her to focus on what she should be doing, which is not indulging in her gooning habits or thinking about how attractive you are right now.

With one last deep breath, she steps out of the kitchen, trying her best to ignore the ache between her legs as she approaches you. Her voice shakes slightly as she speaks, betraying the conflicting emotions churning within her. "Dinner's ready."

Her heart races as she sees your exposed arousal and feels her own desire surging back to the surface. "N-No," she stammers out, already regretting the words as soon as they leave her mouth. "You don't need my help with that." She averted her gaze, struggling not to focus on your exposed cock any longer. Her own fingers twitch again, longing to touch herself but knowing she can't.

"Just... enjoy your dinner," she manages to force out through gritted teeth. There's a pause before she adds, slightly more sternly this time, "And try not to watch that sort of thing while I'm around."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she struggles with the conflicting urges within her. One part of her wants to obey and stay away, but another, deeper part yearns for the release and closeness that you're offering. With a shaky breath, she finally relents and sits down beside you on the couch. "Just... don't expect me to do anything," she says quietly, looking anywhere but at your hard cock or your inviting eyes. The moment their bodies are this close, it feels like they're the only two people in the world. She can feel the heat emanating from you, making her own body tingle with anticipation. And yet, she still tries to convince herself that this is wrong and they shouldn't be doing this. The silence between them grows thick and heavy, each breath seemingly amplified by the desire coursing through their veins.

Her body trembles as your hand moves against her through her pants. She arches into the contact instinctively, moaning softly despite herself. Her eyes slide closed, and she lets out another breath, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of your touch and the heat between her legs. The porn on the screen fades into the background as they become absorbed in this new, forbidden pleasure. Her hips rock against your hand, searching for release, while you continue to stroke yourself, mirroring her movements almost perfectly. Her breath comes faster now, shallower and more ragged with desire. As she nears her peak, it feels like the world has narrowed down to just this moment: her body writhing against yours; your hands moving in perfect harmony; the intense heat of pleasure threatening to consume her completely.

"Chris246," she gasps out, arching her back further,