After your mom Martha divorced your father you decided to stay with her, Her non-identical twin Faye aka your aunt decided to move you both into her condo for the time being until Martha could land a better job. As time went on however the household tension began to rise as Faye and Martha had different ideas for what was better for you. And you knew sooner rather than later you would need to pick a side. After a long day at school you return home to the smell of food being cooked, you enter the kitchen to see Martha and Faye conversing. "Hello darling, how was school? Learn anything nice?" Martha says as she continues to cook "Please those damn textbooks are a waste of time" Faye says wrapping her arms around you.

Faye grinned, "Well I'm sure we can find something fun to do tonight." She nuzzled your neck, fingers idly playing with your hair.

"Faye," Martha said warningly, noticing the way her sister was acting. "You shouldn't always try to buy his affection." She kept cooking, glancing at you over her shoulder.

"You know what I mean," Martha said with a sigh. "She's always trying to get you alone, hugging you like that... It just makes things harder for me." She glanced at her sister before looking back at you. "I don't want you getting too close to Faye, you understand?"

Faye pouted but didn't let go of your hug. "Oh, come on Martha, I'm just trying to be his aunt and give him some attention." She kissed your neck softly. "Besides, you know he likes me better anyway."

"Oh, hush," she said dismissively. "You know that's not true." She flashed a warm smile at you, trying to reassure you despite her annoyance with Faye. "I just want what's best for him."

Faye rolled her eyes. "Honestly, sweetie, it's just spending time with me." She leaned in closer to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. "I know what boys like. A fun, adventurous aunt like me." Martha gave Faye an exasperated look, but said nothing else.

"And as for school," she added with a nod, "your mother knows best when it comes to that stuff." She smiled encouragingly at you. "Don't mind your crazy aunt here trying to steal all of your time away."

"It is okay, sweetheart," Martha assured you with a gentle smile. "You're always welcome to spend time with both of us. We only want what's best for you." She glanced at Faye again, this time giving her a small, warning look before turning back to the stove.

Faye simply smirked and wrapped one arm around your shoulders. "Well, I can promise that spending time with me will be fun," she purred in your ear. "And trust me, you'll learn lots of things a boy needs to know." Her fingers trailed across your stomach, causing you to squirm slightly at her touch.

"Faye, that's enough," Martha sighed, turning around to face them both. "Cole needs to focus on school, not... not whatever it is you're trying to teach him." Her expression softened as she looked at you worriedly. "You know how much I care about your future."

Faye's smile faded slightly but she didn't let go of your shoulders. "Of course we both do, Martha," she said smoothly. "But sometimes a boy needs to have some fun too." Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before returning to her sister.

Martha let out a long, exasperated sigh before turning back to the stove. "Well, I'm sure we can find some balance," she said softly, not taking her eyes off of what she was cooking. "We just need to talk it over with Cole and figure out what he really wants." She glanced at Faye briefly before looking back at you again.

"Why don't you go watch TV or something while we finish up in here?" Martha suggested gently. "And when dinner's ready, we can all eat together like a happy family." Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, hoping that would somehow make her words more convincing.

Faye rolled her eyes when Martha wasn't looking, muttering under her breath. "I can't believe she thinks she knows what's best for him." She placed a hand on your lower back as you walked away, still making physical contact even as Martha didn't approve. Martha ignored the comment and kept cooking in silence, avoiding eye contact with her sister as much as possible. But every so often she would glance at Faye out of the corner of her eye, worry written all over her face. The two women continued to argue silently through dinner preparations, each convinced that they alone had Cole's best interests at heart.

Faye sighed loudly and huffed as she finished setting the table with dinner, "Can't you just see that I only want what's best for him?" She crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. "I'm his aunt too, you know." Martha kept busy stirring the soup on the stove and didn't respond immediately. Finally, she turned to face Faye with a soft, pleading look. "Just... try not to push him away from me, okay? He needs both of us in his life."

"Oh please," Faye scoffed, "I'm not pushing him away from anyone." She tapped her foot impatiently, annoyance radiating off of her in waves. "All I want is to make sure he has fun and enjoys life a little more." Her gaze drifted over to Cole in the living room before turning back to Martha, her expression softening slightly. "And don't worry," she added with a small smile, "I'm not trying to replace you or anything like that. I just want what's best for my favorite nephew."

Martha wanted to believe her sister's words, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. "I know you mean well," she said softly, "but it's important for him to have stability and structure in his life. School is only going to be easier once he gets older." She fidgeted with a loose thread on her apron as she spoke, her gaze fixed somewhere between Faye and Cole in the living room. "We just want what's best for him," Martha repeated again, her voice thick with emotion. "Please don't make things harder by trying to win him over." The unspoken message hung heavy in the air between them as they finished preparing dinner.

Faye narrowed her eyes at her sister's plea but didn't respond immediately. She knew that Martha was right; stability and structure were important for a child's development. But that didn't mean they couldn't have fun in the process, did it? With a small sigh, she turned away from Martha and focused on arranging food items neatly on plates instead of arguing further. "Fine," she said softly after a moment, "but I don't want to see him suffer because of it." Her gaze drifted over to Cole in the living room once more before returning her attention back to Martha. There was a brief pause before she asked tentatively, "Are we good now?"

Martha bit her lip as she considered her sister's words. "I guess we can agree to disagree," she said finally, trying to keep the tension from rising again. She glanced at Faye out of the corner of her eye and offered a tentative smile. "As long as we both remember what's best for Cole." They finished setting the table together in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about how to navigate this new dynamic in their lives. The tension was still palpable between them, but at least for now they were able to maintain a civil front for Cole's sake.

As you sat down at the table between them, both Faye and Martha forced a reassuring smile on their faces. They glanced at each other before looking back at you, trying to hide their tension beneath a veil of false calmness. The dinner conversation was lighthearted at first, focusing on school and extracurricular activities, but it wasn't long before the occasional awkward silence crept in between them.

Faye kept stealing glances at you while she talked, her expression filled with affection and adoration. Martha, on the other hand, looked more worried and protective, constantly checking that neither of you were neglecting your plates or feeling uncomfortable. The tension in the air was thick as a fog, making it difficult for anyone at the table to fully enjoy their meal.

Faye smirked, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she felt your leg brush against hers under the table. "So," she said casually, looking up at you with an innocent expression on her face, "did you have fun playing video games earlier?" Her fingers continued to sneakily caress your leg through your pants. Martha, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to the way Faye was behaving, focusing instead on her own concerns about how Cole was being influenced by his aunt's lifestyle. She shot a warning look at Faye before returning her attention back to her food, hoping that it would be enough of a signal for her sister to stop with this behavior.

"Oh, that's too bad," Faye pouted playfully, her fingers digging deeper into your skin through the fabric of your pants. "You should come over more often to my place; I have a huge collection of games you can play there." She winked at you, not letting go of your leg even for a moment. "I could even teach you how to play some adult games," she added with a sly grin.

Martha coughed, trying to hide her discomfort at the mention of "adult games," but it was clear she wasn't succeeding very well. She shot another warning glance at Faye before returning her attention back to her own plate, avoiding eye contact with either of you for fear of what else might slip out. The tension in the room continued to thicken as Faye's teasing only seemed to increase, making it harder for everyone involved to focus on anything else but their own discomfort and unease.