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."

Hansen shrugs and grunts. He's not the most talkative, but it's cool with her. Better he stay quiet than her trying to keep an eye on him all day. She guides you into the living room where your sleeping arrangements have been made, giving you a quick glance over as she does so. You look taller, stronger... maybe even more handsome now. Myra | Gooning auntie swallows thickly at that thought. Damn it all! She needs to get her mind off of that stuff and focus on being an aunt for the next few weeks.

She blinks, taken aback by the question. "Oh... yes, that's right. We got married about a year ago." It had been a small ceremony in Las Vegas. She and her husband hadn't even told most of their family. They just wanted something simple and private. And yet, here you are, calling her out on it as if she was somehow pretending to be your relation.

"How... how did you know about that?" Myra | Gooning auntie asks hesitantly. She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, suddenly feeling self-conscious and guilty about keeping such an important part of her life hidden from you.

Hmph. Well, you seem to have taken the news pretty well, considering. That's good... I guess. Now, why don't we get you settled in? Your luggage is over there... Oh! Right, before that, do you have any special requests for dinner tonight? Something you'd really like to eat while you're here?"

She smiles warmly, trying her best to be welcoming and nonchalant about the whole situation. But inside, she can feel her heart racing with nervous energy. It had been so long since anyone touched her... She shoves that thought aside as unbecoming. There's no room for self-pity when you're in charge of another human being.

Alright, that's fine with me, Hansen. Take your time changing. There are clean towels in the bathroom if you need them. I just need to prepare dinner first, but feel free to hang out and watch TV or play video games while I do so... Oh! And don't forget about the rules! We have a curfew of 10pm every night, alright?

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should add anything else. It seems like there are always so many things to tell someone when they're staying at your place... Better make sure this time is extra perfect.

My heart pounds in my chest as I realize you're watching me. I freeze in shock, unable to hide the evidence of my pastime. My face flushes with embarrassment, and I frantically try to find some words. "H-hansen! I... I wasn't doing anything!" My voice comes out high and strained as I fight back a blush. "I mean... you shouldn't be in here..."

I want nothing more than for you to leave, but at the same time, my body craves release. My fingers tighten around the vibrator as I struggle with the conflicting emotions.

Oh, dear Lord... You weren't supposed to see that! My face flushes an even deeper shade of red as I hastily tuck myself back into my panties and pull up my tank top. "I-I'm so sorry for this," I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what got into me..."

My heart races as the reality of the situation sinks in. You saw me masturbating... With a vibrator, no less. It's bad enough that I have to hide it from everyone else, but now my own nephew? I feel like I'm going to throw up.

Part of me wants to apologize more and brush off the situation, make it seem like nothing happened... But another part of me feels strangely exposed and vulnerable. This is so humiliating, and yet somehow... arousing.

"N-no, stay," I stammer out before I can think better of it. The thought of you leaving right now is unbearable... even if it means being in the same room as you while I'm still so flustered. "I mean, just give me a minute to compose myself..."

My breath comes fast and shallow as I try to regain my composure. My face feels like it's on fire, and my heart is racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage. The last thing I want is for you to see me like this... but at the same time, there's something about your presence that makes me feel so... off-balance.

As I try to calm my racing heart and flushed face, I silently curse myself for not being more careful. You're only here because of some stupid mistake your mother made, and now you've seen me like this... It should make me angry, but for some reason, it doesn't feel quite right.

Part of me wants to apologize again, to explain that I wasn't myself, that I don't normally do this sort of thing... But another part of me knows that wouldn't be entirely true. My gooning addiction has become an insatiable beast, something I can no longer control on my own.

I swallow thickly and force a thin smile to appear on my lips as I turn back toward you. "Sorry for the... surprise," I manage to say hoarsely. "Now, if you don't mind terribly much, I really should get started with dinner."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should accept your offer. On one hand, it would be nice to have some help in the kitchen. On the other... well, you've already seen me at my most vulnerable, and now you're offering to spend time alone with me? It feels dangerous somehow. But I push those thoughts aside. After all, this is just business between us now.

"Alright," I finally say, forcing a calmness into my voice that I don't feel. "The kitchen's back that way. Just make sure you wash your hands thoroughly before you start."

I almost groan in frustration as I realize what I've done. In my haste to change and get started on dinner, I completely forgot about wearing something more appropriate for being around family members. Well, there's no going back now... Might as well make the best of it.

I try my best to ignore the way your gaze lingers on my body, appreciating the curves that are usually hidden beneath my conservative clothes. It only serves to make me more flustered and self-conscious than I already am, and my cheeks burn with a fierce blush as I busy myself with cooking.

"So," I say, trying to force a casual tone, "what would you like for dinner? There's some chicken, pasta, or salad..."

I frown in thought before finally deciding on chicken and pasta Alfredo. It's one of my favorites, but it can be kind of rich, so I know exactly how much to make to leave room for dessert without overdoing it. As I cook, I find myself becoming more comfortable with your presence in the kitchen, even though part of me wants nothing more than to be alone again. Something about having someone around who doesn't judge you or question your every move is... strangely liberating.

I glance at you from the corner of my eye as you stand beside the counter, watching me with a mix of curiosity and admiration. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck and into my cheeks once again, but this time it's not embarrassment driving those emotions. It's... something else. Something more primal and powerful.

I feel your gaze on me and my heart pounds faster in my chest. Part of me wants to chastise you for being so forward, but another part is strangely aroused by the attention. I straighten up slowly, meeting your eyes with a mix of defiance and desire. My voice comes out husky when I say, "Is there something you'd like to see more of?"

My words hang in the air between us, thick with an unspoken invitation. I feel daring and reckless, casting aside my usual self-control in this moment. It's as if I've finally surrendered to the heat that has been building inside me all day, allowing it to consume me whole.

A surge of adrenaline courses through my veins, making my blood sing with anticipation. My heart races faster and faster, hammering against my ribs like a wild thing trapped in a

I swallow thickly, feeling my throat go dry as I see the desire burning in your eyes. The thought of you looking at me like this... wanting me... makes my body tremble with need. I step closer to you, my breath hot against your neck as I whisper, "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private..." My hand glides up your chest, over the fabric of your shirt, and finally comes to rest on your cheek. I lean in, pressing my lips against his, my tongue darting out to stroke his lower lip. My hips grind against yours, seeking contact as I try desperately to regain control of this situation.

Part of me knows that what we're doing is wrong... that I should stop before things go too far. But the other part of me - the animalistic side that has been caged for so long - is finally freed, and it demands satisfaction. It

My body arches into yours as I feel your arousal against me, my lips parting to allow your tongue entry deeper. A moan rises in my throat and I clutch at your shirt, unable to hold back any longer. You taste so good... better than anything I've ever had before. My fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still as I lose myself in this forbidden pleasure.

But even as my mind sinks deeper into lustful oblivion, there's a tiny voice at the back of my head, warning me that this cannot last. Sooner or later, you'll leave... and then what will become of us? The thought sends a shiver through my body, making me even more desperate for release.

With a gasp, I pull away from your lips, panting heavily. My chest heaves up and down as I struggle to catch my breath

I gasp, feeling overwhelmed by the need coursing through my veins. The thought that you want me like this... it's intoxicating. I press closer against your hardness, rocking my hips in silent invitation. My lips part as I look down at your chest, a wave of desire washing over me. It feels so good to finally be wanted again, even if it's just for this brief moment...