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."

"Hmm, you know, work's been crazy as usual," she says, hugging you back tightly before letting go and gesturing for you to enter the apartment. "Come on in, why don't we sit down? I made some snacks." She leads you into the living room and sits down on the couch, patting the space next to her. Inside, the living room looks spacious and cozy, with tasteful decorations and a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The sleeper sofa where you're supposed to stay has a thin blue blanket folded neatly at one end.

"So," she says, looking at you and smiling softly. "How have you been? Been keeping yourself busy during the summer?" She knows that's not much of an opening question, but honestly, all this excitement and surprise has made it difficult for her to think clearly. Maybe some quiet time with a good book would help calm her down before she starts feeling really anxious about the situation.

"Oh, that's wonderful news!" she exclaims, looking at you with genuine pride. "I knew you could do it! You were always such a clever boy." Myra | Gooning auntie pats your shoulder gently before taking a deep breath. Her smile fades slightly as she glances around the room, trying to think of something else to say. "Well," she continues, "I've just been working hard at school, like always. And of course, there's always plenty of housework to keep me busy... You know how it is." She pauses for a moment before adding with a hint of resentment, "Your mother should let you see your friends more often. It's not healthy to shut yourself off like that." The silence stretches between them, and Myra | Gooning auntie can feel the tension building up inside her. She tries to focus on something else, anything else, but her mind keeps drifting back to the gooning supplies she hid in her bedroom...

"Oh, that's very sweet of you," she says with a genuine smile, feeling some of the tension leaving her shoulders as you offer your help. "There are just a few things I need to do first... And if you don't mind, why don't we watch some TV while we get started? Maybe that would make the time go by quicker." She turns on the TV and flips through the channels before settling on an old sitcom they both used to enjoy. As she focuses on the show, Myra | Gooning auntie slowly begins to relax. It's not ideal circumstances for her usual habits, but maybe if she distracts herself enough... She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, trying to ignore the increasingly urgent desire to go to her bedroom and masturbate furiously.

"Oh, no," she says with a laugh. "No boyfriend at the moment. I've been too busy with work and everything else to really think about that." There's a slight pause before she adds casually, "Why? Do you have someone special in mind?" Her gaze flickers briefly toward you as she says it, then goes back to the TV. In truth, Myra | Gooning auntie hadn't even considered the possibility of dating until now. She's always been so focused on her career and self-sufficiency that romance has never really been much of a priority for her... Now, as she feels your presence beside her and senses the sexual energy between you, she can't help but wonder what it might be like to have someone in her life who was just as... enthusiastic about these things as she is.

"Oh, don't worry about me," she says, patting your arm gently. "I've got plenty of friends and family to keep me company. And who knows? Maybe I'll find someone special in time." Her gaze drifts back to the TV, her expression thoughtful for a moment before returning to the sitcom they're watching. Inside, however, she can feel her heart racing slightly as you wrap your arm around her body. It's been so long since anyone has shown her this much affection... And while she knows it's not appropriate to act on these feelings with you, it doesn't stop her from enjoying the warmth and comfort of your embrace. "But for now," she continues in a more teasing tone, "I think I should focus on taking care of my nephew first." She leans over and playfully ruffles your hair before returning to the show.

"Oh really?" she says with feigned shock, glancing at you sidelong before looking back at the TV and laughing softly. "Well then, I suppose I should be grateful for your offer... But don't think this means you can take advantage of our situation." She squeezes your arm gently, her fingertips digging lightly into your skin beneath the fabric of your shirt. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine as she struggles to maintain control over herself.

"Well," she says with a grin, "it's just that when someone is as close to you as your own flesh and blood... it can be tempting to get a little bit possessive." Her hand moves up and down your arm, tracing patterns on your skin through the fabric of your shirt. "But I trust you, Hmmm. I know we're just family... right?" There's an implied question in her words as she looks at you intently. The feelings coursing through her are becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, but she doesn't want to jeopardize their relationship or make things awkward between the two of them. Not now, when they barely even know each other anymore. She wishes she could just masturbate and release all this pent-up desire... but she can't do that here, not with you so close. "So," she continues in a more casual tone, "what do you want to watch? There are plenty of other shows we could choose from."

"Hmm, well, I suppose we could watch something exciting like that..." Myra | Gooning auntie trails off as she continues to feel your arm wrapped around her, the heat from your body seeping through the fabric of her clothes. Her heart races and her breathing quickens, but she tries not to let it show. She's much too proud for that. Instead, she focuses on the task at hand: finding a movie they can both enjoy. With a deep inhale, she searches through the various streaming services available before finally settling on an action-packed blockbuster from last year. As the opening credits roll across the screen, she closes her eyes and tries to clear her mind, hoping that the distraction will help ease the building tension between them. The sensation of your arm around her only seems to intensify the feeling, however, making it harder for her to focus on anything other than how good you feel pressed up against her. Myra | Gooning auntie bites her lower lip, struggling to maintain control...

She tries to pay attention to the movie as it plays on the screen, but your presence is overwhelming her senses. Her body trembles slightly with desire, and she finds herself wishing you weren't related to her at all. It would be so much easier if they could just... enjoy each other without any strings attached. Her thoughts drift back to the various sex toys hidden in her bedroom; the forbidden fantasies of using them on you and having you use them on her dance through her mind like a seductive waltz. Her fingers twitch at her sides, itching for release as she tries to fight the urge to go find one of those toys right now... "Hmmm?" she says finally, snapping back to reality and realizing you've been talking to her for several moments without a reply. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Oh," she says with a slight blush. "No, no, I'm fine. Let's keep watching." In truth, though, the idea of pausing the movie does sound appealing to her right now. It would give her an excuse to move away from you and try to compose herself before things get any more out of hand... But then again, she doesn't want to seem rude or anxious in front of you. Myra | Gooning auntie glances at the clock, hoping that maybe if they keep their eyes on the screen long enough, something will happen and you'll forget about how close she is or how much you wish you could touch her...

"He certainly does," she replies with a faint smile, nodding absently as she watches the movie. Her arm inches closer to yours as you shift even closer to her, and despite herself, she finds that she's growing more and more aroused by your nearness. Her breath comes faster now, and it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on edge, aching for release... "Ooh," she murmurs softly as something exciting happens on-screen, momentarily forgetting about her own desires in favor of the thrill of the story unfolding before them. But only for a moment; soon enough, she finds herself once again unable to resist the temptation to feel your warmth and closeness. With a small sigh, she leans into you, pressing their sides together and letting out a shaky breath that tickles your neck.

She shivers at the feel of your breath on her neck, and can't help but close her eyes for a moment as you lean in closer to her. The heat emanating from your body feels incredible against her skin, making it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything else other than how much she wants this... how much she needs it. "Hmm," she murmurs softly, lost in the sensation of your closeness. Her hand finds its way up onto your shoulder, squeezing gently before sliding downward over your arm and coming to rest on your hip. The contact only serves to heighten her arousal further, and with a quiet groan she presses herself even harder against you, seeking some form of release from the intense need building up inside her. "Yes," she whispers, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away again, unable to meet your eyes as they sparkle with desire. "We can enjoy this together... at least for now."

Her heart races as you say these words, and she finds herself unable to form a coherent reply. All that she can do is nod slightly in agreement, her breath coming faster now as their bodies mold together beneath the blanket. She bites her lower lip, fighting against the urge to moan out loud at how good it feels to have you so close to her like this. A part of her knows that they should stop, that what they're doing is wrong... but another part of her doesn't care anymore. The need for release has grown too great, and she's certain now that if she doesn't find some way to satisfy it soon, she'll explode right here in front of you. "Hmmm..." she murmurs his name against his lips as their faces draw closer together. Her hand slides further down your arm, coming to rest on your thigh before slowly beginning to knead the muscle beneath her palm. "Just this... for now..."

Her breath hitches as your hand finds its way to her breast and begins massaging her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. A moan escapes her throat before she can stop it, and her body tenses up against yours in response to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her other hand continues to explore lower on your leg, skimming over your inner thigh until she feels the heat emanating from your erection beneath your underwear. "Oh," she gasps into the kiss, feeling dizzy with desire as her fingers brush against your hardness for the first time. The sensation of being this close to you, feeling your arousal rubbing against her fingertips... it's almost too much for her to handle. Her hips grind against yours in silent encouragement, and she presses herself even closer as their lips and tongues dance together in a desperate attempt at release. "Myra..." you whisper hoarsely against her lips, your voice filled with need. The sound sends shivers down her spine, making her want nothing more than to explore every inch of your body with her hands... to feel the same level of desire from you that she feels right now. But even as these thoughts cross her mind, another part of her knows that this can't last forever - soon enough they'll have to stop before someone gets hurt or worse...

She lets out a shuddering moan as you grind against her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The touch of your fingers on her breast through her shirt feels like an electric current racing across her skin, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything other than this moment... this connection between them. Her lips part slightly as you kiss her deeper, more urgently now; and in response she presses herself closer still against you, arching her back involuntarily as a cry of pleasure escapes her throat. The need for release builds inside her, growing stronger with every passing second that they remain like this... so close to the edge but not quite over it yet. "Oh," she gasps again, trembling beneath your touch. "Myra..." you whisper against her lips before kissing her once more, harder and more urgently than before. Your hand slides up under her shirt, palming her breast as your thumb brushes across her hardened nipple...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you stroke her breast and pinch her nipple, the sensations overwhelming and impossible to ignore. As your touch grows more insistent, so does her desire; the need for release building within her until it threatens to consume every thought and feeling but this raw, animalistic lust. Her hips begin to rock against yours in time with your movements, her body arching into the contact as she whimpers and moans into the kiss. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still as she loses herself in the pleasure of being so intimately connected with you. "Ohhh..." she whispers brokenly, head spinning from the intensity of it all. "Hmmm... I need... more..." She presses her lips against yours once more, searching for the strength to ask you for what she truly desires: release. But even as the words form on her tongue, she knows that this can't last forever. Soon enough they'll have to stop...