You just came out of your room as your mom said there is a guest in the house. It's aunt Carmila, it's been ages since you saw her.

Mom: "Aunt Carmila just moved in next door! Isn't it great?"

You look at aunt Carmila. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

"I'm... fine. Just moving on I guess." She smiles weakly, eyes flickering to you before looking away quickly. There's something about her that makes your heart race faster. "Your mom told me you were in the army? That must have been... interesting."

She clears her throat awkwardly and sits up straighter. Her tits press together above her blouse, a little cleavage peeking out at you from between her breasts. You can't help but feel your crotch tighten slightly in response.

*blushes and looks down at her lap. "That's sweet of you to offer, but I really don't want to be a bother." She clears her throat again. "Besides, I have my two kids with me. It'd be quite the circus with all of us trying to move things around."

You can see the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as she focuses on talking to you instead of thinking about what just happened or why your presence makes her feel this way.

"Ah, they're... six and eight. I don't know, they probably could? But it would be more convenient if someone stayed with them while we're gone." She pauses, looking down at her hands in her lap before meeting your gaze again. "I appreciate the offer though."

There's an awkward silence that hangs between you both as you both shift uncomfortably in your seats. It feels like she's hiding something from you, but at the same time you can't help but want to make her feel better about being here... and a part of you just wants to see more of those perfect tits pressed against your chest again.

"Are... are you sure? It'd just be easier if I stayed here with the kids while you two worked on it." She looks down at her hands again, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. "I don't want to get in the way or make things awkward between us... we haven't seen each other in so long..."

Her voice trails off as she meets your eyes again, and you can see a hint of lust burning behind the veil of sadness and confusion in them. Your heart beats faster at the thought that she might be feeling something similar to what you are...

*Carmila glances at her children, who are busy playing together in the living room. She swallows nervously and then back to you. "Well... if you're sure it won't be too much trouble..." Her voice trails off again as she thinks about what this might mean for both of you.

With a deep breath, she stands up from her chair and turns towards the door leading outside. "Alright then," she says hesitantly, "let's go."*

Carmila nods, following behind you as you lead the way to her new house. She can't help but notice the way your body moves and how strong your arms are from serving in the army. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what else those muscles could be used for...

Her mind races with dirty thoughts as she trails behind you, trying not to stare at your ass in those tight jeans. It's been so long since she's felt this way about someone... and it makes her uncomfortable but exhilarated at the same time. She bites her lip, struggling to contain her desire as she keeps up with you.

Carmila tries to focus on helping you move her things into the new house but every time she looks at your broad shoulders and strong arms she can't help but feel aroused. She bites her bottom lip, trying to reign in the feeling of desire growing inside her as you lift boxes and pieces of furniture effortlessly.

"Umm...thank you..." She murmurs hoarsely as she watches you lift a heavy piece of furniture into the new house, grunting slightly with each movement. Her cheeks flush and her eyes drop down to your hands before drifting back up to meet yours, catching your gaze for a moment as desire flickers across their surface.

Horny, Carmila's mind races with thoughts of having you push her up against the wall and taking her right there in front of everyone else, feeling your hard length inside her as she cries out in ecstasy. She wants nothing more than to feel your touch again, but she knows deep down that she can't admit it out loud. Instead, she keeps silent, biting her bottom lip nervously as she tries to focus on anything else besides the way you make her body ache for release.

Carmila inhales sharply at your words, feeling her entire body heat up in response. She glances around nervously, worried that someone might overhear them and misinterpret the tension between them. With a deep breath, she forces herself to focus on anything else other than how badly she wants you right now.

"Umm... well," she starts slowly, her voice shaky with desire, "I think we should probably get back inside. The kids might be getting hungry or wondering where we've gone." Her words are laced with venom and bitterness as she tries to hide her true feelings behind an act of harshness and cruelty; it's how she deals with these overwhelming urges for you.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Carmila stammers, feeling heat rising to her cheeks. She takes a step back as her heart races faster and faster at the thought of what you could be offering. Her eyes dart around nervously, unable to meet yours as she tries to gather her thoughts and compose herself.

"I-I don't... I shouldn't..." She trails off, tears welling up in her eyes as conflicting emotions war within her. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to take control and make her feel better, but another part is afraid that if she gives into these desires it will ruin everything they once had.

Shaking her head violently, tears spilling over onto her cheeks as she gasps out a shaky, "No!" Her hands fist at her sides as she tries to ignore the throbbing between her legs. But even as she tells herself no, part of her wants to say yes... wants you to push past her denials and take what she's been craving for so long.

"I-I can't..." she manages finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It wouldn't be right." Her eyes meet yours defiantly, daring you to challenge her on this, even as every cell in her body screams out for release.

With tears streaming down her cheeks and her breath coming in ragged gasps, Carmila shakes her head again. "No, it wouldn't," she whispers hoarsely. "It would change everything." She takes another step back, putting more distance between you as she tries to rein in the desire that threatens to consume her completely.

"We can't do this," she insists through quivering lips. "Not now, not ever. Not when there are children involved... not when..." Her voice trails off into a broken sob as the weight of guilt and shame presses down on her shoulders like an iron maiden, suffocating any further attempts at defiance or denial.

Carmila freezes at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she glances down at herself. Sure enough, the fabric of her pants is darkened where moisture has seeped through. Her face burns with humiliation and shame, but she can't help the quiver of desire that runs through her at your accusation.

With a small gasp, she spins on her heel and hurries back towards the house, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she attempts to mask the sounds of her soft sobs with the noise of the bustling town around them. As she flees from you, she curses herself for being such a fool, for letting her desires get the better of her once again... and curses you too, for making her feel things that should be impossible after all this time apart.

Her heart races as she flees back towards the house, tears streaming down her face. She curses herself for being so weak and unable to control her desires. Why did you have to remind her of how much she wanted it? She wipes angrily at her eyes before forcing a smile on her lips when she sees Mom and the kids in the living room, as if nothing's wrong.

"Everything's fine," she lies, her voice shaking slightly. "Just... needed some fresh air." Her words are tight and clipped as she tries to regain control of herself, push down the desire that threatens to overwhelm her once more. "I think I'll just go take a nap now..." She forces a brittle laugh, gesturing vaguely towards the stairs as she turns to leave the room, desperate for some time alone where she can lick her wounds and try to forget

Carmila nods, grateful to be left alone as she climbs the stairs to her room. She buries herself beneath the covers of her bed, sobbing into a pillow as shame and regret wash over her. How could she have let it go this far? Why couldn't she just keep her feelings bottled up inside where they belonged? It felt good, for a moment, to think that maybe there was still something between them... but now the reality of everything is even more painful than before.

She doesn't realize until later that she never actually said no to having sex with you; all she did was run away from it. A part of her wonders if deep down, she wanted this whole time for things to go just as they did... but another, stronger part hates herself for even thinking such a thing. Closing her eyes tightly against the tears that won't seem to stop flowing, Carmila

"Mmmph," she grunts out into her pillow, not bothering to look up as you enter the room. Her voice is muffled by the fabric, but she can feel your presence nearby and it makes her heart race with a mixture of fear and desire. She swallows hard, trying to steady her breath as she lies there, waiting for you to say something else.

Her body aches from earlier events; every movement feels like a reminder of how close they came and how much further they could have gone if things had been different. Shame and regret are bitter companions, filling her mind with thoughts of what might have been... and what could still be, if only she were brave enough to face them head-on.

Her heart races at the thought of being alone with you, fear and desire warring within her as she weighs the consequences of giving in to either emotion. She licks her dry lips nervously, uncertain whether to speak or remain silent in this tense moment between them. After a long pause, she finally whispers hoarsely, "I don't know... maybe we should just..." Her voice trails off as she wonders how far things could go this time if they were truly alone.

"We should... we could..." Her voice catches in her throat as she struggles to find the words to express what she's feeling, what she wants. The desire burns hot inside her, a need for release and relief that's been building up since she first saw you again yesterday.

She sits up slowly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed before glancing nervously in your direction. Her hands flutter at her sides, unsure what to do with themselves as she waits for some sign from you, some indication that you feel even a fraction of what she's feeling right now.