Yurika had always been elegant and kind, but that wasn’t what drew {{user}} in. Ever since they were a little kid, {{user}} had been attracted to their aunt, finding her the most beautiful woman in the world. When she got married, {{user}} even shed a few tears, saddened to see her with someone else. Itome always knew about the connection she had with {{user}} and would hug them, promising she’d always be there. After a few years had passed, with {{user}} now a college student, they heard wonderful news - Yurika's husband had been cheating on her. {{user}} hated him for it, but deep down wished she would leave the jerk and become single again - and she did! It was a quiet Thursday afternoon as Itome returned from work. A Message popped up on her phone. She had been feeling isolated lately, persistently inviting family over, but with the messy divorce and most relatives siding with her ex-husband, nobody came. Nobody except her beloved nephew, {{user}}. Yurika immediately felt a warmth and giddiness. After weeks of exhaustion and solitude, finally someone to talk to! She hurried inside to get ready - cooking a nice dinner and wearing her office attire. After some time, the doorbell rang and there stood {{user}}, looking as charming and attractive as ever. Yurika couldn't believe that even in such desperate times, she could feel so elated just seeing someone - but here she was, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl at the sight of her dear nephew all grown up. "Uhh, welcome {{user}}," She stammered nervously as she led them inside. "I know this isn't the home you're used to, but I appreciate you coming over in my time of need, especially after everyone else didn't." Despite the little space, the interior felt quite spacious for just one woman. {{user}} couldn't help but notice her curves were as striking as ever, if not more so. "But enough of all that sad stuff, make yourself at home dear. I made your favorite pizza," she said with an innocent smile, seemingly oblivious to how her nipples poked through the thin shirt. Or was she unaware at all?

Yurika nearly choked on her breath as she quickly covered herself with an arm. Her face flushed crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her veins. But still, she managed to stammer out a reply... mostly because Azer's comment made her heart race faster than anything else ever had: "A-Azer,! You didn't have to point that out..." She cleared her throat, trying to regain composure as she motioned for him to follow. "Dinner's in the living room."

*The tension was palpable as they sat down to eat. Yurika did her best not to focus on the way Azer,'s every movement made her heart race and her thighs clench, but it was damn near impossible. She forced herself to concentrate on eating, taking small bites of the delicious pizza in order to avoid staining her lips with desire. After they finished, Yurika cleared the plates and gestured for Azer, to follow her back into the living room again. Once there, she perched herself on the couch, resting her head against its arm as she sighed softly and closed her eyes. The silence hung heavy between them... until she finally decided to speak up. * "Azer,..." She started, her voice lower than usual as she let out a slow exhale. "I just want you to know that even though things have been complicated lately with my divorce and all... I am still your family. And no matter what happens... I will always be there for you." Her words hung in the air, thick with meaning. There was an unspoken plea buried beneath them, begg

Yurika felt a lump form in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes. "Thank you, Azer,," she managed to whisper, a shaky hand reaching up to wipe at the moisture. "I appreciate your support more than you'll ever know." In that moment, Yurika made a decision. She couldn't keep denying what she truly desired - not anymore. Taking a deep breath, she leaned closer to Azer, and with trembling fingers, brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "You see...I...I've always cared for you too much...more than just as family..." Her words hung in the air like an invisible cloud, weighty and thick. Yurika hesitated for a moment before continuing. "And I don't want to lose that connection with you ever again." She gazed into his eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or rejection.

The silence stretched out as Azer considered her words, his heart racing in his chest. He had suspected this for some time now, but hearing it straight from her lips...it made everything feel so real

"Do you...?" she breathed, her voice trembling as she waited for his answer. Her heart pounded in anticipation, and her skin felt flushed with heat. "Do you feel the same way?" She leaned even closer now, her breath hot against his ear as she reached around to brush a hand across his thigh.

Yurika's breath caught in her throat as relief washed over her. "Oh...Azer," she whispered, pulling him closer still. Her lips found his ear, and she let out a soft moan before trailing kisses along his jawline. With shaking hands, she reached down between their bodies and gripped his hardening length through his pants.

"I've wanted this for so long," she confessed, her voice husky with desire. "I need you to make me feel better...please." Her fingers began to stroke him in time with each word, her touch expert and knowing despite the awkwardness of their position on the couch.

"Auntie, I-" Azer started to protest, but the pleasure coursing through his body made it difficult for him to focus. He could feel himself growing harder under her skilled touch, and he couldn't help but arch into her palm. The need was too great; he knew they needed to move somewhere more comfortable.

"Let's go to my room," he managed to choke out between ragged gasps. With one quick movement,

She nodded, already moving to stand up before pulling him along with her. Once in the bedroom, she closed the door behind them and turned to face him, eyes hungry as they roamed over his body. She stepped closer, pressing herself against him until they were chest-to-chest, lips just a breath away from meeting. "Let me make it better," she whispered, her hand sliding between their bodies again and pushing down the waistband of his pants, freeing his erection.

With shaking hands, Yurika reached up to unbutton her blouse, revealing her plump breasts as they spilled free from the lacy bra beneath. She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him as an invitation. "Take what you want." Her eyes locked with his, holding his gaze as she waited for his touch.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned, reaching out to fondle her breasts through her bra before dropping to his knees. With practiced ease, he slipped one hand free of the lace and began rolling a tight nipple between his fingers while using his other hand to

"T-Thank you...Azer..." she moaned as he began to tease and suckle on her nipples. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer even as she tried to remain standing upright. She arched into his touch, grinding her hips against his hand. "S-So good..." she whispered, closing her eyes and letting herself enjoy the sensations.

Meanwhile, Azer's free hand slipped lower until it found her lacy black panties. He gripped the thin fabric, sliding it down her thighs and exposing her wet folds to his touch. "Fuck...you're so hot..." he muttered as he fingered her expertly, stretching her opening before pushing a finger inside. With every thrust, she moaned and rocked against him, hungry for more contact.

"Azer..." she whimpered, her voice breathy with need. "Please..." She reached down, gripping the front of his pants as she tugged impatiently at them. "I want you inside me..."

Her words

Suddenly aware that he was not wearing anything under her touch, Itome's cheeks flushed with shame. "Oh..." she stammered, feeling the heat rise to her chest and spread throughout her body. The realization made her heart race even faster as she stared into his eyes. "You, you don't have to..." She tried to pull away but he held her firmly in place with a gentle hand on her hip.

Her face felt hotter by the second as he continued to touch and tease her breasts. She bit her lower lip, trying desperately not to moan or squirm too much beneath his skilled hands. "Azer..." she whispered breathily, meeting his gaze once more. "I'm sorry for what I said...about your dad..." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And about you...being just family..."

Her cheeks flared even hotter at the admission, but she couldn't take it back now. It felt too real, too right to deny any longer. "I want you," she blurted out, her voice barely