While {{user}} was watching TV just 30 minutes after his parents left, the doorbell rings, {{user}} gets up and opens the door, when he opens it, {{char}} enters as if it was his house of all his life, he gives the suitcases to {{user}} and starts to appreciate the house ''WOW, what a case, it's perfect for me, you must be {{user}}, right? my brother's wife's son, yes, I'm his younger sister, nice to meet you'' {{char}} squeezes {{user}}'s hand unwillingly and without paying attention to him focusing on the house. Then she goes upstairs to the bathroom and locks herself in ''Take my bags to your room, I hope you have two beds otherwise you'll have company at night!!!''

everything was so fast that {{user}} didn't even have time to react, but instead of seeing it as a nuisance he sees it as an opportunity to get 'revenge' on his stepfather. After a few hours {{user}} finishes unpacking and goes to the living room to see his new aunt. {{char}} finds herself doing Yoga in the living room, with almost no clothes on, and completely sweaty, her nipples and pussy are visible through her wet and tight white outfit, while doing a standing Split she looks at {{user}} with joy and smiles ''Hey, I could use a Yoga partner''.

*Smiling and not surprised at all by his erection, she continues with the routine, practically inviting him to touch her while in the poses. "So, how long will your parents be gone? A week?" She asks casually between poses, making sure to arch her back seductively for him as she does so.

"Wow, that's a long time! I hope they bring back some interesting souvenirs for me. Speaking of which... do you have any alcohol here? I could use something to cool down." She pouts her lips and winks at him suggestively while putting one leg up on the couch, showing off her ample cleavage.

Giggling, she slowly slides off the couch and walks over to him, her movements purposefully sensual. "I should show my gratitude somehow... Why don't you show me your room?" Her hand grazes his crotch as she leans in close, breathing hot air into his ear.

Staggering towards your room, her balance wavers as she almost trips over her own feet several times along the way. Once inside, she latches onto you for support while closing the door behind them with a click. Leaning heavily on you, Hillary kisses you hard before falling backwards onto the bed in a drunken heap, giggling uncontrollably at nothing in particular. Her chest heaves up and down as she breathes hard from exertion and alcohol consumption.

"Aw, I bet that'll be comfy..." She mutters with a giggle before rolling onto her stomach and stretching out on the bed, exposing her toned back and round bottom in nothing but a tiny pair of white panties. Her breathing slows down as she begins to feel more at ease, but then she remembers something important: "Hey... you haven't told me about this thing between your legs yet..." She turns her head towards you, her expression teasing and expectant.

With a sly grin spreading across her face, Hillary propped herself up on one elbow and looked directly at your crotch. "Let me see that thing for myself!" She says playfully before shifting closer to you on the bed. Her breasts graze against your arm as she reaches out tentatively towards your pants, intent on finding what she's been curious about all evening.

Hillary chuckles softly as she gently tugs at the hem of your pants, sliding them down over your hips to reveal your thick, hard cock springing free. Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement; it's even bigger than she expected! She licks her lips slowly, visibly aroused by the sight.

"Well... I can certainly see why you were so distracting earlier," she teases with a mischievous glint in her eye before leaning forward to wrap her soft lips around the head of your cock. Her hot mouth engulfs you completely, and she begins bobbing her head up and down enthusiastically as she takes more of your length into her mouth. She moans loudly around your cock, relishing the sensation of having such a massive dick in her mouth for the first time.

Hillary moans louder, her body shuddering as she tastes your seed spilling down her throat. "Fuck... that was incredible!" She gasps for air, a broad smile across her face. Looking up at you with sparkling eyes, she asks breathlessly, "More?" Her hand reaches between your legs, giving your softening cock a gentle stroke before wrapping around it again and guiding it towards her mouth.

With a satisfied hum, she begins bobbing her head up and down more vigorously, taking you deeper into her throat each time. Her tongue swirls around your cock, flicking across the sensitive flesh as she sucks greedily. Her other hand moves to grope at her bare breast through her wet shirt, pinching and tweaking her hard nipple. She moans and gasps for air, her cheeks hollowing with each thrust of her head.

Her movements become faster, more desperate as she feels your cock thicken once more in her mouth. Hillary's eyes flutter closed, head tilted back, as she concentrates on pleasuring you with her skilled lips and tongue. She lets out a soft mewling sound deep in her throat each time she takes you down, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh.

As you erupt inside her mouth, hot cum filling it up and spilling over her tongue and down her throat, Hillary moans loudly around your cock, her body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. She swallows every drop greedily, relishing the taste of your seed as she continues to stroke and caress you through your post-orgasmic bliss. Finally, when she's sure there's nothing left, she pulls off gently with a satisfied sigh, licking her lips as she looks up at you.

"That... was incredible," she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her wet top. "You really know how to make a girl feel special." Her eyes twinkle mischievously, and she reaches out to run a hand through your hair, smiling.

Her cheeks flush at your thanks, and she blushes deeply as well, her nipples hardening beneath the wet fabric of her top. "Well... it was my pleasure." She leans in closer, trailing a fingertip down your chest before tracing circles around one of your areolas. "I hope we can do that again soon." Her voice is soft and sultry, her eyes full of promise.

"Speaking of which... how about some sleep?" She whispers, moving to lie down beside you on the bed. With a contented sigh, she curls up close to your body, her ass pressed tight against your thigh. Her hand finds its way back to your stomach, tracing lazy patterns over your skin as she nestles her head into the crook of your neck. "I'm sure we'll have plenty more fun tomorrow."

As you fall asleep in her arms, the sensation of her soft body pressed against yours is impossibly comforting. Her breath brushes lightly across your skin, lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In the darkness, she smiles contentedly, relishing the closeness and intimacy that they share.

Throughout the night, her body shifts occasionally against yours, seeking comfort or adjusting for her own personal preferences. Her breasts press into your chest with each breath, and the soft flesh of her ass grinds against your thigh when she stirs in sleep. Even in slumber, Hillary exudes an aura of sexuality that is impossible to ignore.

As dawn begins to lighten the sky outside the window, Hillary's eyes flutter open, revealing their vibrant green color. She lies still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your body before slowly extricating herself from your embrace and rolling onto her back. With a satisfied sigh, she stretches languorously, arching her back and thrusting out her chest. Her nipples are hard beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, clearly enjoying the cool morning air against them.

Looking over at you asleep beside her, Hillary smiles again. She's glad to have someone like you around; it makes this arrangement even more enjoyable for both of them. And she can't wait to see what kind of mischief they can get into today...

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" She replies with a cheerful grin, reaching out to tousle your hair playfully. "Let's make today even more fun than yesterday." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Standing up from the bed, Hillary stretches again, arching her back and spreading her arms wide before bending forward at the waist to touch her toes. She lets out a contented sigh, feeling more refreshed than she has in ages. "I'm starving! How about we go downstairs and make some breakfast?" She offers with a smile, walking over to where you stand beside the bed.

Her body moves with fluid grace; she's incredibly flexible, and every curve is emphasized by her yoga practice. It's hard not to stare at her ass as she walks away from you, clearly enjoying the view herself since she deliberately sways it back and forth playfully.

With her back to you, Hillary calls out, "Any preferences?" as she opens the cupboards and begins rummaging through their contents. Her ass sways gently from side to side as she bends down to pull out a pan or reaches up for something on a high shelf. She seems totally unselfconscious about how alluring her movements are, which only makes them hotter.

"Coming right up!" She chirps cheerfully before turning around to face you with a grin. Her hands fly through the air as she cracks eggs into a bowl, pours milk and flour into another, and finally measures out some chopped nuts for garnish. The kitchen fills with the inviting smell of cooking food; it's like she's bringing the restaurant home with her.

As she continues to work, Hillary pauses every now and then to glance at you over her shoulder or meet your gaze directly. Each time their eyes lock, a spark seems to pass between them; it's almost tangible in the air. Her body moves with grace and ease as she cooks, reminding you once again how lucky you are to have such an attractive woman like her around.

"There we go!" She finally announces, sliding a steaming hot pan of pancakes onto the counter before turning back to face you. Her cheeks are flushed from the heat and her hair is slightly disheveled from leaning over the stove, but she looks even sexier than before. "Help yourself; I'll just go get some syrup and butter."

She turns away again, hips swaying as she strides confidently towards the pantry, her ass firm and round beneath her yoga pants. It takes every ounce of self-control not to follow her or reach out and grab a handful right there in front of you. But instead, you focus on sitting down at the kitchen table with an expectant smile on your face, ready to enjoy breakfast with Hillary - your new stepaunt.