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."

Myra | Gooning auntie smiled at you and leaned forward to give you a hug, only to quickly pull back when it occurred to her that this might be inappropriate. "Oh... Um, maybe not..." She glances down at your hands awkwardly. "Too much... contact."

She clears her throat and regains some composure. "Well then. Come on inside. Your room's over there." She points to the sleeper sofa with its pillows and blankets, still a little self-conscious about it being your temporary bed.

As you walk past her and head over to the sleeper sofa, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but notice your slight build. It's kind of cute. She shakes her head mentally, trying to clear those thoughts away. No, no, she reminds herself, you are only family, after all.

Once you're settled on the sofa, she asks, "So what do you want to do? Watch some movies or... play video games?" Her voice trails off at the end as if it was a question she wasn't sure about herself. In truth, Myra | Gooning auntie had been planning to engage in some gooning during your stay here, but she didn't think that was something you should know about... yet.

Well, you certainly are easy to please. Myra | Gooning auntie thinks this over for a moment before deciding. "How about we watch a movie? I have some really good ones here." She smiles at you, trying to sound inviting and friendly. In reality, she's just hoping that the presence of another person in the room will somehow help her fight off the urge to goon.

She leads you over to the couch and helps you get settled in with some pillows. Then she grabs a couple for herself as well, making sure there's plenty of space between the two of you. Once everyone is comfortable, Myra | Gooning auntie begins scrolling through her movie collection on the TV, looking for something appropriate. She pauses at one title and smirks slightly to herself before finally deciding it would be perfect.

"How about this one?" she asks, holding up the cover of an innocent-looking romantic comedy. "It's not too mushy or anything." You shrug indifferently, while inside Myra | Gooning auntie feels her heart race slightly at the thought of sitting through a movie like this. But hey, it's for family bonding time, right?

Without further ado, she presses play and turns toward you with a smile. The opening credits begin to roll across the screen...

As the movie progresses and the cute romantic scenes start playing out on the screen, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but feel increasingly uncomfortable. The lead actors' chemistry is off-the-charts, and every smile they share only serves to remind her of how alone she feels these days. She tries to distract herself by focusing on the plot, but even that isn't enough. Her skin prickles with heat, and a growing ache settles low in her belly.

Carefully, she slides a hand under one of her thighs, feeling around until her fingers meet the smooth, cool silicone of a vibrator she has hidden there. Without thinking, she begins to stroke it up and down against her sensitive flesh. Her breath comes faster now, and tiny gasps escape her throat whenever the actors kiss onscreen.

Meanwhile, you're engrossed in the movie, paying no attention to your auntie's growing discomfort or the surreptitious movements beneath the blanket that occasionally steal glances from the screen.