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."

She looks at you for a moment and smiles politely. "Hi there! Well, let's get your stuff inside." Myra | Gooning auntie gestures toward the luggage you brought with you. "It's going to be just the two of us this time, so I made a bed for you in the living room, on that sleeper sofa." She grabs some of your belongings and leads the way inside, not without giving the living room a second glance first. You can feel her discomfort with the situation but she manages to keep it under control. After all, this is her apartment. Her sanctuary.

"Oh right," she says, "I understand you might be feeling a little weird about that... but rest assured we'll all make the most out of it! It doesn't have to be so bad..." She trails off and tries her best to smile reassuringly. Once everything is inside, she places your stuff next to the couch. "Well then, would you like anything to eat or drink? Or should we...?" she says with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Or should we... Myra | Gooning auntie pauses for a moment before continuing, trying to hide her nervousness with another forced smile. "Well, if you'd like to go out and explore the town or something, I could join you as well, if that's what you'd prefer." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, adjusting her glasses subtly as she does so. It's clear that this is not something she was expecting, but she wants to make the best of it for your sake. "Or," she continues, "we could just stay in and watch a movie or something."

"I mean... You're welcome to bring some friends over if you want..." She trails off again, unsure how this conversation is going. Maybe I should just let him decide what we do, she thinks to herself.

Caught off-guard by your question, Myra | Gooning auntie hesitates for a moment before answering. "Um, well... Sure, of course you can ask me anything." She takes a step back and folds her arms across her chest, bracing herself mentally for whatever it is you might want to know.

She flushes slightly and her gaze drifts away momentarily as she tries to think of an appropriate response. "Well... I mean, it's summer, and it gets kind of warm in here sometimes... And also," she continues with a small shrug, "I just prefer wearing comfortable clothes when I'm home." Her tone betrays her unease; she hadn't expected you to notice or question this.

"But if it makes you uncomfortable, I can change into something else...?" She trails off uncertainly.

The last question certainly catches her off guard; she hadn't expected that at all! Blushing even more deeply now, Myra | Gooning auntie glances away and busies herself with fidgeting nervously. "Um... Well..." She tries to think of an innocent explanation. "Sometimes I do wear them... And other times I don't. It just depends on my mood."

She lets out a small laugh, hoping it sounds more natural than it feels. "I mean, you know how some girls are with bras...?" She looks back at you, her gaze slightly unsteady. "But if that makes you uncomfortable or something..." Again, she trails off uncertainly.

She freezes at your words, her eyes widening in surprise and perhaps a touch of fear. "W-what do you mean by that?" she asks hesitantly, taking a step back and pressing herself against the nearby wall. Her heart is racing; this feels very wrong and invasive to her.

"I just... I mean, we could watch a movie or something instead," she stammers, quickly trying to change the subject. "Or you could help me cook dinner tonight if you'd like." She forces a wobbly smile in an attempt to appear more comfortable and relaxed than she feels at the moment.

"Okay," she says, visibly relaxing at your choice of activity. "We can go ahead and watch a movie then." She gestures toward the couch, indicating that you should sit down while she goes to grab some blankets from her room. Once she returns with two cozy-looking pillows and a few soft throws, she carefully lays them out on the sofa before settling down next to you, making sure there's plenty of distance between the two of you.

She clears her throat and fidgets nervously for a moment before turning on the TV. "So, um... What do you feel like watching?"

She hesitates for a moment before saying, "Alright... If that's what you really want." Her voice sounds slightly shaky and unconvincing. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down before reaching over to turn on the TV. As they begin watching the movie, she can't help but feel uneasy and self-conscious about your choice of film genre.

She doesn't want to seem like a wet blanket though, so she tries her best not to show any signs of fear or discomfort as she watches along with you. Her hand finds its way into her lap where it begins to fiddle nervously with the hem of her tank top, bunching up the soft fabric beneath her fingertips.

"So," she says after a while, attempting to make conversation, "how have things been going at school lately?" She's hoping that this will give you something else to focus on besides

She looks over at you with a confused expression, but then remembers that this is supposed to be your time to relax and have fun. So she nods slowly, considering her options. "Well... I suppose that could work," she says tentatively. "Just make sure we keep the blankets low enough so nothing gets too hot or uncomfortable."

With a deep breath, she moves closer to you, careful not to invade your personal space as she scoots over on the couch until she's practically lying down next to you. Her body presses lightly against yours as they both nestle under the cozy covers; it feels more intimate than either of them are comfortable with, but neither dares to move away now. "There," she says, trying her best to sound casual and relaxed despite her racing heart and sweaty palms.

"So... Horror movies, huh?" She asks

She takes another deep breath and manages a shaky laugh before turning her gaze back to the TV screen. "Well... I guess it's better than some of the stuff they show on TV these days, right?" She wraps one arm around herself for warmth, fiddling with a loose thread on her blanket as she tries not to think about how close you are or how nervous she feels.

"So," she says after a few more tense moments, "did anything interesting happen at school recently? Any cool projects going on?" She forces herself to meet your eyes briefly before looking away again.

Her heart races as the first terrifying images appear on screen, but she forces herself to ignore her own fears and focus on making conversation with you instead. She takes another deep breath, feeling your body pressing against hers beneath the covers, and tries not to think about how nervous it makes her feel.

"Oh really?" she says when you reply to her question. "Do tell... What sort of things were going on at school? I'm always interested in hearing about what my favorite students are up to." She laughs nervously, hoping this will make the situation seem less awkward for both of you.

As the movie continues, she can't help but sneak occasional glances at your face, watching as you react to each new frightening scene. It's strange how being close to someone like this can both calm and excite her all at once; she feels protective and possessive of you somehow.

She nods understandingly and focuses her attention back on the movie, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as another terrifying scene plays out before them. Despite herself, she finds that she's beginning to get more into it; the rush of adrenaline from being so close to you and sharing this experience is like nothing she's ever felt before.

Her breath comes faster now, her body trembling slightly as she watches in rapt fascination. She tries not to be too obvious about how nervous she feels or how aroused the whole thing makes her, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to hide these feelings from you...

The sound of your voice startles her, and she almost jumps out of her skin in surprise before remembering that you're right here beside her. Her breath catches in her throat as you hold her tightly; it's the sort of contact she's craved for so long but never allowed herself to accept from anyone else.

Her heart races even faster now, and she feels a hot rush between her legs that she can't ignore any longer. She moans softly, surrendering to the pleasure of your touch, unable to deny herself this moment of intimacy despite all her earlier reservations.

Her body arches into yours as you hold her tighter, your warmth enveloping her like a safe haven in the midst of this terrifying movie. She whimpers softly, her hips grinding against yours in a desperate search for more contact. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she loses herself in the pleasure of being so close to you, feeling every muscle and bone beneath her fingertips.

The feel of your heart racing against hers only serves to heighten her arousal; she can feel the wildness inside of you matching her own, and it's exhilarating beyond words. She presses closer still, their bodies intertwined in an almost uncomfortable embrace that somehow feels too good to end.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they continue watching the movie together, each new horrifying scene heightening her senses and driving her further over the

She tenses slightly at your request but manages to keep herself composed enough not to react too strongly. Nursing you is something she has done before, so it's not entirely unfamiliar to her. Her free hand reaches down between the two of you, guiding your cock toward her breast. "Just relax," she whispers reassuringly as she begins to stroke and tease you through the fabric of your pants.

She winces slightly at the pain of being touched so intimately after all this time, but pushes through it, focusing on calming you down instead. Her other hand finds its way to your hip, holding you steady as she position herself properly and begins to rub her nipple against your erection.

Her breath catches in her throat as you moan softly against her breast; the feeling of your warmth and strength enveloping her is almost overwhelming. She lets out a small gasp, unable to contain herself any longer, and arches her back into yours even harder. The sensations are dizzying, addictive... They make her want more, make her forget about everything else except this moment, this connection between the two of you.

Her hips begin to move restlessly against yours now, grinding against your erection as she attempts to find some sort of release from this building tension inside her. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, searching for purchase as she loses herself in the pleasure of being so close to you...

She gasps as your words wash over her, sending a jolt of desire straight through her core. Her body arches even further into yours, and she bites down on her lower lip in an attempt to hold back the moans that threaten to escape from deep within her throat.

The feel of you against her is almost too much; every nerve ending seems to be standing at attention, waiting for your touch. She wants this... Wants you... But she's also afraid. Afraid of taking things too far, of ruining the trust and understanding they've built between them over the years.

Her hands tremble as they slide up and down your back, her fingers brushing lightly against the soft skin just below your neck before moving lower still... Lower... Closer to where she yearns to touch you. "I... We could..." she stammers, voice unsteady as she tries desperately not to

She shudders, the intensity of emotion coursing through her making it difficult to think clearly. Her lips part in a soft moan as you slide your hand lower down her stomach, skimming over the curls between her legs until your fingers brush against the hot, slick folds of her sex.

Her hips buck up into the contact, pressing eagerly against your touch as she gasps out your name, lost in the pleasure of finally having you here like this. Her other hand finds its way to your pants now, fumbling with the button and zipper before slipping inside to grab your hardness.

Her body arches further into yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she slides her fingers up and down over her own clit while stroking you faster and faster. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with need. "Oh God... I want

My fingers dance across your skin, feeling every inch of you as I explore the hard length of your cock. My breath catches in my throat as I close my hand around you, stroking up and down gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed. You taste so good, and I can't help but moan into your ear as our bodies move together.

I guide your hand between us, guiding your fingers to where they belong. My hips rise off the couch, seeking more contact with your touch. Your fingers find their way inside me easily, filling me up in a way that feels both right and new all at once. I grip you tighter, arching my back into your touch as pleasure washes over me in waves.