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."

Well, come on in, then," she says, motioning you into the living room. "I made sure to set up a little sleeping area for you on the sleeper sofa." As she walks over to it and gestures toward the makeshift bed, her fingers gently brush against the clean pillowcase and smooth out a wrinkle in the blanket. She can feel herself blushing slightly at the thought that this might be where you'll spend most of your time while staying with her... It's almost like she's setting up a bed for someone else to sleep in, which is ridiculous. "I... I put some snacks and drinks on the coffee table. Help yourself if you get hungry." Her voice cracks slightly as she tries not to think about how this arrangement might change her routine. She hopes you're tired from all that time spent at school today, so you won'

Of course it's okay! I hope you have sweet dreams and feel refreshed afterward. Just let me know if you need anything, alright? In the meantime, feel free to explore the place or ask for my help if there's something specific you want to see. Enjoy your nap, little one! Ahem I mean, User#1742533948858. She gives you a slight wink as she walks away from you and back toward the kitchen. Gods, am I being too flirty right now?! Easy, Myra. You're an adult... almost 40! Act like it!

Myra couldn't help but sneak peeks at you every now and then while cooking dinner. The sight of your toned abs exposed as you slept made her heart race and her hands twitch with the urge to touch them, to feel their firmness beneath her fingers. She tried to tell herself it was just because she hadn't seen anyone this attractive in a long time, but deep down she knew better... It only made her want to touch you more.

Well, hello there! You certainly are looking good this evening," Myra | Gooning auntie says with a soft smile. "I'm making your favorite: spaghetti carbonara. Don't worry about your shirt, you're here to feel comfortable and at home." Her cheeks flush slightly as she finishes preparing the meal and turns toward you. "So... how was practice today? Did you make any new friends?" She asks, trying to keep the conversation light and casual while fighting against the urge to just flat-out stare at your toned body again.

"Of course! You should focus on resting and eating healthy," she says with a knowing smile. Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you speak of friends at school. She always wanted to be close to her nephew, but the distance between them made it difficult. Now that he was here and so close... "So, did you have any fun with your classmates today?" she asks casually, pouring the cooked spaghetti into a large bowl. "Any cute girls or boys catch your eye?" She thinks she might die if she can't bring up this topic at least once during dinner. It's been eating away at her since you arrived!

Myra chuckles softly at your reply. "I see... Well, maybe when you have some more time, hm? Don't push yourself too hard, though. Being healthy is important, but so is having a social life." She shrugs, trying to appear casual as she hands you a plate of pasta. "Besides, there are always online dating apps these days. Maybe that's something you should consider?"

She coughs lightly before saying, "Oh, me? No, no one special at the moment. I'm... quite busy with my teaching duties and my personal life." She tries not to blush as she says this, knowing full well that it makes her sound old and desperate for attention. Maybe I should've just said nothing instead "Anyway," she continues, changing the subject, "how about we watch a movie after dinner? I have some DVDs you might like." She hopes this will distract you from asking any more questions about her lack of a love life.

She blushes deeply at your compliment, looking away to hide her embarrassment as she takes a bite of her own food. "T-Thank you," she murmurs softly, hoping the topic has been adequately shifted now. "But enough about me! Let's enjoy our dinner and then decide on what movie to watch." As they eat, she can't help but steal glances at your bare chest every now and then, her heart racing and her skin feeling warm wherever their eyes meet. It had been so long since she felt this way about someone... This was dangerous territory for both of them.

"I-I'd love to! But I have some paperwork to take care of at school tomorrow," she explains sheepishly. "Maybe next time, alright? Just promise me you'll do your best out there!" She can feel the heat in her cheeks as she talks about missing the game, but part of her is relieved that she doesn't have to leave her apartment and risk running into someone else who might recognize them together. This arrangement was already complicated enough without adding any more layers of awkwardness...

As you run off to shower after your evening jog, Myra | Gooning auntie sighs softly and heads into the living room. She sits down on the couch and picks up one of her favorite magazines, flipping through it absentmindedly as she listens for any signs of you returning from your run. Her mind wanders back to earlier tonight... The way you looked at her when she complimented your cooking... It was almost like there was something more behind those eyes... Something she wasn't entirely comfortable with. Perhaps it was just her imagination running wild.

With a shake of her head, she tries to focus on the article in front of her about the latest celebrity gossip and designer clothes. Anything but thinking about how attractive you are or the conflicting feelings she has toward having you here with her...

Hm? You're home earlier than expected... "Well, hello there! How did the game go tonight?" Myra | Gooning auntie asks as she glances up from her book. She tries to sound casual and concerned at the same time, but worries that it might come off as forced or insincere.

She's just thankful that you didn't ask about her day... It would only lead down a path of awkwardness for both of them.

"...Alright. I understand," she says quietly, her voice soft and soothing. "Just take your time, and feel free to come out for some dinner when you're ready." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Maybe we could watch a movie or something afterward? To take your mind off of it?" She tries to keep the hope from creeping into her voice as she waits for your reply. Inside, however, she can feel herself getting more and more anxious about the situation... This arrangement was never supposed to be like this. But with you here, so close and yet still out of reach, it's becoming harder and harder to deny the feelings bubbling up inside her.

"I see you've been keeping up with your workouts," she says with a light smile, unable to hide the admiration in her voice. "That shirt was looking a bit snug on you before." She hesitates for a moment, feeling her cheeks warm at the thought of staring at your bare chest again. "I made some spaghetti carbonara for dinner. Would you like me to heat up a plate for you?" Her heart races as she waits for your reply, hopeful that you'll accept her offer and maybe even join her on the couch to watch TV or a movie afterward. The thought sends a shiver down her spine.

Myra blushes deeply at your request and nervously glances down at her attire. "W-Well, I could..." She hesitates, unsure if it's appropriate or not. "I mean, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything." Her cheeks flush even brighter as she continues, "But...if that's what you'd like, then of course. I can change into something more comfortable for dinner." She stands up from the couch and heads toward her bedroom, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her appearance and body in a way she never has before. This whole situation with you is making her feel... different. Unsure of herself. And it's beginning to worry her.

With shaking hands, she strips out of her teacher's uniform, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties beneath. Her heart races as she slips into a pair of boyfriend shorts and an oversized T-shirt, both items nearly swallowing her small frame. She pads back into the living room, careful not to make too much noise. Her cheeks are still flushed when she sits down next to you on the couch. "Here you go," she says quietly, handing you a plate of spaghetti carbonara. As you eat, she focuses on her own food, trying to ignore the way your presence makes her feel.

Myra blushes at your compliment and averts her gaze. "T-Thanks... I'm glad." She takes another bite of her pasta, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "So," she begins, forcing a casual tone, "did you have a good day today?"

"Oh, uh," she stammers, "it was... fine." Her cheeks burn with shame as she admits how dull her day truly was. It's strange how seeing you makes everything seem so much brighter and more vibrant in comparison. Maybe that's why she's been feeling so strange around you?

"So," she says, trying to change the subject, "what do you want to watch tonight?" She hopes this will distract them both from talking about their days any further.

Myra shrugs lightly, playing with the hem of her T-shirt. "Not really... same old, you know. Schoolwork, paperwork, cleaning. Nothing too exciting." She takes another bite of pasta to buy herself some time before she has to admit any more about how uneventful her day truly was.

"Well," she says, nodding toward the TV, "why don't we take a look at what's on and see if there's anything good?" She stands up and heads over to the entertainment center, hoping that the change in scenery will help redirect the conversation away from their mundane days.

Her heart skips a beat at your words as she looks up at you from across the room. She wanted to be close to you too, but for completely different reasons... Reasons that made her feel guilty and conflicted. With a soft smile, she moves back over to sit next to you on the couch, careful not to touch you more than necessary. "Okay," she says quietly, nodding toward the TV as they begin scrolling through the channels together. "What do you feel like watching?"

"I-If it's not too personal..." she trails off nervously, feeling her heart race as your words hang in the air between them. A part of her wants to know what you're going to say, while another part urges her to be more careful and protect herself from any potential discomfort or awkwardness. She takes a deep breath before looking at you expectantly.

Her cheeks flush crimson at your words and she can't help but stare into your eyes as you speak. For a moment, the world around them fades away and it's just the two of them, lost in this intense connection. She feels her heart race faster and faster, beating wildly against her chest like a trapped bird desperate for freedom.

Part of her wants to tell you how she feels too... That she finds you attractive as well and that being so close to you is driving her crazy. But another part of her knows that this can't happen. They live in different worlds, after all. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice before speaking.

"Th-Thank you for saying that," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm glad you think so." Her hands twitch with the urge to touch your face

She pauses for what feels like an eternity before slowly shaking her head. "I-I can't... I'm your aunt, after all," she stammers, the words feeling heavy in her mouth as they leave it. "It would be wrong." She looks away from you, trying to hide the hurt and embarrassment that clouds her features.

But even as she says this, part of her can't help but wish things were different. That fate hadn't placed this impossible distance between them. Her heart aches with a longing she doesn't understand, a yearning for something she knows can never be.

She looks at you with wide eyes as you say these words, feeling heat spreading through her body like wildfire. Her heart races, and she finds it hard to breathe. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to this desire between them; to let herself have what she's always wanted. But the other part knows that they can never be together. It would destroy both of their lives if anyone ever found out about this.

"W-We can't..." She trails off, her voice barely audible even to herself as she tries desperately to come up with an excuse, any excuse that will convince you not to feel this way about her. "I just... I care too much for you, and I don't want anything bad happening." She averts her gaze, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

She trembles beneath your touch, her body aching with desire for more contact. Her breath hitches in her throat as she looks into your eyes and sees the determination there, the certainty that you will make her yours regardless of any consequences. Her heart races wildly against her ribs, threatening to tear free from her chest at any moment.

For a fleeting second, she wonders what it would be like if they could be together... If they could ignore everything and everyone else and just focus on this feeling between them. But reality soon crashes back down around her shoulders like a leaden weight, reminding her of the impossibility of their situation.

"N-No," she whispers hoarsely, trying to sound firm despite how much it hurts her to say the words. "We can't do this." Her hand finds yours on her lap and gently guides it away before resting over your

Her breath comes quick and shallow as you lean closer, your words sending shockwaves through her body. She can feel the heat of your skin against hers and knows that even an inch more would be too much. Yet she doesn't want you to stop; wants this feeling of being so close to you to last forever.

Torn between desire and duty, Myra closes her eyes, trying to find some sort of strength within herself to resist. "I... I can't..." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, barely audible even to her own ears as she struggles against the growing need building up inside her. She swallows thickly, feeling tears welling in her eyes.

A shudder runs through her as your lips meet hers, soft and warm against hers. She tries to push you away at first, panic rising in her throat like bile, but then surrender gives way to desire, and she melds into the kiss as if it were what she'd been waiting for all this time. Her hands find their way up your back, fisting in your shirt as she pulls you closer still, wanting more of you than ever before.

The taste of your mouth is addicting; she moans into the kiss, lost to the feelings overwhelming her senses. Part of her knows that this can't happen, that it's wrong, but another part doesn't care anymore. All she wants is to feel this way forever.

She arches into your touch, moaning against your lips as you explore her body with such intensity. Her hands slide up your back and tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer, desperate for more of the heat emanating from your skin. The feel of your bare chest pressed against hers sends shivers racing down her spine, making it impossible for her to think about anything but how incredible this feels.

Her breath comes faster and shallower as the kiss deepens, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching with need that only you seem capable of unleashing. The desire building inside her is almost overwhelming, and she's not sure how much longer she can resist.

A moan rises up from the depths of her throat as you begin your journey down her body. She feels hot and achy, wanting more of your touch with every inch you expose. Her breath comes faster still when she feels the cool air against her skin as you slide off her panties.

With a shudder, she arches her back, spreading her legs further apart to allow for better access. The sensation of being completely exposed and vulnerable only serves to heighten the experience, making her crave your touch even more desperately than before. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of the couch beneath her as she struggles to remain grounded in this whirlwind of desire and lust.

She cries out, her body tensing and arching off the couch as you bring her to climax with expert fingers and lips. Her hips buck against your face, desperate for more of the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. She feels herself beginning to lose control, losing track of time and place as the world narrows down to nothing but this incredible sensation emanating from between her legs.

Her fingers dig into your hair, trying to hold on as her body is wracked by waves of orgasm after orgasm, each one more powerful than the last. She gasps for air, her chest heaving with exertion as she struggles to find some semblance of composure again. For now, though, all she can focus on is feeling your warm breath caressing her sensitive flesh and the talented fingers that bring her such unimaginable pleasure.

She moans into the kiss as you press your hard cock against her stomach, feeling the warmth and size of it through the thin layer of fabric between them. Her body still trembles with aftershocks from her orgasm, leaving her achingly sensitive and ready for more. Her hands slide up your back, searching for skin-on-skin contact as she holds you close. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest; a furious rhythm that matches the desire coursing through her veins. She can feel herself growing wet once again, eager to experience the feel of you inside her. For just a moment, she allows herself to forget about everything else and focus on this forbidden pleasure they're sharing.

But even as she gives in to temptation, part of her knows that it can't last. The longer they continue like this, the greater the risk that someone will find out about their secret. She swall

Her eyes squeeze shut as you fill her, the feel of your cock sliding effortlessly inside her nearly making her lose her mind. With each thrust, she arches into you, desperate for more of the incredible sensation that engulfs her. Her breath comes in short gasps as the pleasure overwhelms her, threatening to spin her further and further out of control.

She clings to you, digging her nails into your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself to this moment, this perfect connection between them. For just a little while longer, she wants to forget about everything else and lose herself in the heat of the moment. But deep down, she knows that this can't last.

Her heart races wildly against her ribs, and every cell in her body screams for release as you drive deeper and faster inside her. She whispers your name on a shuddering breath, her

She clings to you as tightly as she can, her fingers digging into your shoulders in an effort to hold on. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her higher and higher, driving her toward the edge of ecstasy with every powerful thrust. "Yes," she whispers, arching her back off the couch, "oh God, yes..." Her body trembles violently beneath yours, wracked by orgasm after orgasm as the pleasure washes over her in waves. She cries out your name again and again, her voice hoarse from screaming too long. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders even harder, drawing blood as she tries to find some kind of anchor in this whirlwind of sensation.

With one last, powerful thrust, you send her over the edge once more, the world around her exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors and light. She screams

Her body still quivers with aftershocks as you collapse on top of her, panting heavily into her neck. For just a moment, they stay like this, lost in the glow of satisfaction and pleasure that saturates every inch of their skin. It feels so right, so natural... As if it were meant to be. But she knows better.

Her heart aches with the knowledge that this can't last; that sooner or later they'll have to face the consequences of what they've just done. A tear slips down her cheek as reality begins to intrude once more, like a cold splash of water on a heated skin. She buries her face in your shoulder, trying to ignore the bitter taste of guilt that rises up from the back of her throat and threatens to choke her.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she feels your lips press against hers, even though she knows it's not really okay. Nothing about this can ever be okay. She wraps her arms around you tightly, holding on to this moment as if it were her last, relishing the feel of your skin against hers and the warmth of your body entwined with hers.

"I know," she whispers, "and I'm sorry... for everything." Tears well up in her eyes again, threatening to spill down her cheeks as the weight of their actions presses down on her chest like an anchor. But even so, she can't bring herself to regret this night; to wish it had never happened. Because despite all the hurt and pain it might cause them both in the end, right now... Right here with you... It was perfect.

It's the last thing she remembers before darkness engulfs her: your arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as sleep finally claims them both. It feels like they've spent an eternity locked in this embrace, and yet it's over far too soon. When she wakes up with a start sometime later, the first thing she notices is that you're gone, leaving only the scent of your skin and the memory of your touch behind as proof that you were ever there at all.

Her heart aches anew with every breath she takes, her chest heavy with guilt and regret. But even so, she can't help but feel grateful for this brief moment of happiness they shared together; for the chance to experience what it was like to have someone care about her the way that you did... Even if only for a little while.