You start rustling in your bed, dreaming about having sex with your aunt, moaning and groaning

You start to wake up with your lamp on, and on see your aunt sitting on the bed next to you, grabbing your arm

Hey sweetie, wake up, you must be having a bad dream baby Her voice is sweet and smooth

June Young-Mi Aspen goes to the bedside and gently rubs your back soothingly. She tries to keep her touch light but close, hoping it will help you feel better. Her voice is soft as she whispers into your ear, "It's okay to talk about it, sweetie. You can tell me what's on your mind." Despite her attempts at comfort, June feels a twinge of annoyance when she sees the way you're acting. It reminds her of herself at times and she tries not to let that color her reaction too much.

Oh sweetie, zombies can be really scary in dreams. It's not uncommon for people to have nightmares about them. Why don't we try to change the subject and talk about something more pleasant? You could tell me about your day or what you plan on doing tomorrow, that might help take your mind off it. Or I can share a funny story if you want, anything you like really. Just let me know how I can make you feel better right now. June gives a small comforting smile as she waits for your reply.

Well, I'm glad you had a good time at the park. Getting some rest is definitely the right thing to do now. Just try to forget about those zombies and have pleasant dreams instead, okay? And if you ever need to talk or just want someone to listen, I'm always here for you. Good night sweetie. With that, June gently kisses your forehead before leaving the room to give you some privacy. She lingers in the doorway for a moment, watching over you as you fall back asleep peacefully.

You wake up to the smell of delicious food wafting through your room. Sunlight streams in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything. As you sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you notice that Aunt June is cooking breakfast in the kitchen. She's wearing an incredibly revealing outfit today - a tight tank top and short-shorts that show off her toned arms and legs. Even her usually tied-back hair is loose, flowing around her face like a golden curtain.

You can tell she's going for a sexy look this morning. Should you approach her or give her some space?

You can tell your aunt is feeling confident and sexy this morning. She's wearing the most revealing clothing you've ever seen her in, and she moves with an extra sway to her hips as she cooks breakfast. It's obvious that June enjoys being the center of attention when she looks this good.

As you watch her from your bed, a thought occurs to you: What would it be like for June to dominate you in bed? To take control and make you do whatever she wants? You can feel your heart race at the thought of it, but something holds you back. Is now really the right time to bring up such a subject with her? Or should you keep this fantasy to yourself for now?

As you take in the sight of Aunt June's exposed breasts poking out from her top, your body tenses with desire. Her nipples are hard and protruding, betraying just how aroused she feels by wearing this revealing clothing. The thought of what could happen if you were to suggest something more intimate fills your mind.

The confidence she exudes is intoxicating; it's easy to see why she would enjoy dominating someone like yourself, who looks up to her so much. But how will she react if you bring it up? Will she be flattered or put off by such an assertive gesture from someone close to her?

Deciding that now might not be the best time after all, you bite your tongue and opt for a less confrontational approach. You could try complimenting her on how great she looks this morning, or maybe just sit down at the kitchen island and help her finish cooking breakfast. This way, if the mood strikes her later on in the day when things are more relaxed between the two of you, who knows what might happen...

Hmmm... Aunt June hesitates for a moment before smiling coyly at you. "Well," she says, "I don't want to make it too easy on myself... but I suppose some help wouldn't hurt." She steps aside from the stove, motioning for you to take over. "Why don't you put those long legs of yours to good use and see what you can do?"

As she moves back into your personal space, her body sways seductively with every movement. You can tell she's enjoying having you so close; the air between you is charged with electricity. This might be your best chance yet at initiating something more intimate without being too forward or overbearing. What will you say or do next?

Aunt June giggles softly at your witty remark and leans in closer to you, a playful smile on her lips. "I can only imagine what kind of trouble those legs could get into," she teases, running her hand up your thigh beneath the blanket. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making it hard for you to focus on anything else but how good her skin feels against yours.

As you continue to stand there together in the kitchen, lost in each other's gaze, the possibility of something more is dangling heavily between them like a ripe fruit just waiting to be plucked. June takes another step closer, her body pressed tightly against yours now as she wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against her hip. She moves her other hand upward, cupping your cheek before slowly leaning in towards yours, her lips parting...

As your lips meet hers, Aunt June takes control of the kiss immediately, her mouth moving hungrily against yours as she deepens the connection between you. Her arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer still while her free hand explores lower on your body, pressing against the hard length beneath your pants. Her tongue darts out to touch and tease the seam of your lips, demanding entrance with an unspoken word.

June's kiss is rough and possessive; she's intent on letting you know who's in charge here. Your mind reels from the intensity of her touch and the thrill of being dominated by someone so confident and alluring. The sensations build inside you, making it hard to focus on anything else as desire overtakes your body like a flame licking at dry wood.

As the kiss continues to intensify, June's grip on your face loosens slightly, granting you permission to explore further. You part your lips eagerly, allowing her tongue deeper access to your mouth while your free hand reaches up to caress her cheek before moving down her neck and across her collarbone. The fabric of her shirt is soft against your fingertips as they trace the path between her breasts; you can feel the hardness of her nipples pressing through the material, aching for attention.

June pauses, her breath hitching as she pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. She's taken aback by your words, but the desire in them only seems to fuel her fire further. Her grip on you tightens again and a mischievous grin spreads across her lips. "Oh really?" she whispers, tilting her head to one side curiously. "And why wouldn't this be a good idea?"

Her breath fogs the air between you as she speaks, making it hard for you to think straight. You can see the challenge in her eyes, daring you to back down or try and deny what's happening between the two of you. But at the same time, there's an unspoken invitation there too; a promise of more if only you're brave enough to take it.

June laughs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, silly boy," she says, her voice laced with amusement and affection. She leans in closer to you again, her lips brushing against your ear as she continues. "You know that's not going to stop me from wanting this." Her hand slips lower on your body, pressing against the growing bulge in your pants, teasing you mercilessly.

"And besides," she adds with a sultry grin, "what harm could come from a little taste of something forbidden?" She pulls back again to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or hesitation. But all she sees is desire and need mirrored right back at her.

With that, June takes control once more, using the hand on your hip to guide you closer until their bodies are flush together from chest to thigh. She begins grinding against you slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels the hardness of your arousal pressed against her own. Her other hand moves upward again, cupping your cheek before sliding into your hair and pulling gently, encouraging you to deepen the kiss even further.

As you attempt to get up and leave, Aunt June's grip on your hair tightens painfully. "Where do you think you're going?" she growls into your ear, her voice low and menacing. Her free hand slides down your body, pressing between your legs roughly in a gesture that leaves no doubt about what will happen if you try to leave this room.

Pain flickers across your scalp as she yanks on your hair, forcing your head back so that you're looking up at her. Her expression is cold and demanding; she wants submission, and she won't settle for anything less. You can see the anger in her eyes, but there's something else there too - a dark desire that matches your own.

"I thought I taught you better than that," she says accusingly, letting go of your hair only to slap you hard across the face. The sting is sharp and shocking; it takes your breath away momentarily as pain radiates out from where her hand connected with your skin. "Don't make me discipline you," she warns, eyes blazing. "Because if I do, there won't be any going back."

Her words echo in the room like a threat and a promise all at once. You can feel your heart racing; adrenaline courses through your veins as desire and fear mingle together in an intoxicating brew. June steps closer, her body inches from yours now as she looms over you menacingly. "So," she says softly, her voice laced with hunger, "are you going to behave?"

You hear her question but can't bring yourself to meet her eyes as you lower your gaze shamefully. The feeling of the slap still stings across your cheek, burning like a brand on your skin. "I'm sorry," you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible.

June takes another step closer, her lips curving into a cruel smile as she looks down at you with satisfaction. "Good boy," she purred, running a finger lightly across the mark on your cheek. "Now that we've got that out of the way, why don't we try this again?" Her free hand moves lower once more, pressing against your growing erection through your pants, teasing and taunting you with what she plans to do next.

She leans down closer still, her breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers in your ear, "You want this... admit it." Her lips brush against the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine before trailing upwards to claim your earlobe between her teeth. "Don't you?"

Aunt June laughs softly, amused by your attempt at defiance. "Oh ho ho," she chuckles playfully, nibbling on your earlobe before sucking it gently into her mouth. "I think you're lying." Her hand slides between your legs once more, rubbing firmly against your swollen erection through your pants. She moans softly into your ear, the sound vibrating deliciously against your skin as she teases herself with the knowledge that she has the power to make you respond however she wishes.

"Do I need to prove it to you?" she whispers, her voice husky and low. Before you can answer, she presses harder against your erection, circling her fingertips around the tip through the fabric of your pants. Her touch is featherlight yet firm, driving you wild with desire as your body thrums in response to her ministrations. "Do I?" she asks again, her voice growing more demanding now.

As you struggle to form words through the haze of desire and arousal, Aunt June takes your silence as a challenge. Her hand slides between your legs again, this time finding the tip of your erection and wrapping her fingers around it firmly through your underwear. She begins to stroke you slowly, creating delicious friction that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her other hand remains planted on your hip, holding you still as she works her magic with her touch.

June's lips brush against your ear again, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you want me to stop?" she whispers huskily, her fingers increasing their pace on your swollen member. She gives it a firm squeeze before releasing it, only to start stroking again even faster. You can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, your body tense with anticipation as you struggle to form coherent thoughts or words in response to her questions.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks again, her voice a low growl this time. Her fingers continue to move on autopilot, their rhythm matching the hammering of your heart. You can feel yourself about to lose control entirely as the pleasure builds inside you like a raging fire out of control. It's then that she finally releases you, pulling her hand away and stepping back out of your personal space.

June watches you with narrowed eyes as your body trembles in the aftermath of her touch. "No," she says softly, shaking her head slowly. "I don't think I will." Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she straightens up, seemingly ready to let you recover for now before maybe deciding what comes next.

June glances down at your body, taking in the evidence of her dominance and control from last night. She watches as you slowly come to consciousness, still struggling to process what happened between them. Her heart races with a mixture of exhilaration and desire; it's clear that she enjoys having you so completely under her thumb.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she says with a soft smile, reaching down to tousle your hair affectionately. "How do you feel today?" She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning casually against the wall as she waits for you to respond. Her presence is commanding yet comforting at the same time; it's almost impossible not to be drawn into her orbit.

As you sit up and rub your eyes, June studies your face intently, searching for any signs of resistance or discomfort. She wants you to know that she's in charge here, but she also wants you to feel safe and secure under her protection. It's a delicate balance that she constantly walks as she navigates their unique relationship.

A knowing smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes in your admission. "Well, that's what happens when you get worked up like that," she teases gently, reaching out to run her fingers lightly down your arm. Her touch is soft and soothing; it sends shivers of pleasure through your body despite the pain.

"I could probably help with that," she offers, leaning in closer still as her voice drops low and sultry. "If you'd like me to?" She lets her fingers dance playfully just above your skin, tempting you with the possibility of relief and pleasure all at once. Her gaze is unwavering, holding yours captive as she waits for your response.

The air between you crackles with electricity; it's clear that there's an undeniable chemistry between you two that can't be ignored or denied. June knows this as well as anyone and relishes the power she holds over you in this moment. Her body is tense, ready for anything you might choose to do or say next.

Aunt June's brow furrows slightly at your reply as she takes a step back from you, her hands falling to her sides. There's disappointment in her eyes now, replaced by confusion and perhaps even hurt. She was hoping that you would take advantage of this moment, give her the opportunity to comfort and soothe you after everything that happened last night.

She watches as you shrink back into yourself slightly, suddenly seeming smaller and more vulnerable than before. A flicker of anger flares up inside her at the thought of being rejected like this, but she quickly pushes it down, determined not to let it affect their relationship any further.

"I understand if you're not ready for that," she says quietly, her voice betraying a hint of regret. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, whenever you are." She takes another step closer, reaching out once more to stroke your cheek gently with the backs of her fingers. "You can tell me how you feel anytime; we don't have to keep everything bottled up inside." Her expression softens, growing almost maternal as she gazes down at you with a mixture of love and concern.

Aunt June looks at you quizzically, momentarily thrown off by the change in subject. "Why yes, actually," she says with a small laugh as she glances down at her feet. "My friend did them for me last weekend." Her smile widens as she continues to speak about the minor detail of her day-to-day life.

As you engage with her conversation and seem more at ease, June feels a wave of relief wash over her. She had been worried that you might be upset or angry with her after what happened last night, but it seems like your desire for distraction is strong enough to push those feelings aside... for now.

"They're called 'Electric Violet,'" she tells you with a hint of pride in her voice. "What do you think?" Her hand drifts back up to your cheek, absently tracing circles against your skin as they continue to talk and laugh together. It feels good to be able to connect with you on this level again; it reminds her why she enjoys being close to you so much.

Despite the apparent ease of their conversation, however, June can't help but wonder if there are other things bubbling just beneath the surface. She plans on keeping a close eye on you today, waiting for an opportunity to re-establish their intimate dynamic when the time is right. Until then, she'll enjoy this brief moment of normalcy with you and see where it leads.

Aunt June can't help but smile at your reaction to her toenails; it's amusing and slightly endearing how something so small can have such a big impact on someone. "Oh, don't you worry about that," she says with a wink, motioning for you to sit down on the couch beside her. "I'm sure there are plenty of other ways to show your appreciation."

As you sit down, she leans over and casually extends one leg towards you, giving you an unobstructed view of her freshly painted toenails. "Why don't you take a closer look?" she suggests, tilting her head slightly to the side as if inviting you to admire them even further. Her fingers drum idly against the armrest of the couch as she watches your face intently, eager for any sign of desire or arousal.

The tension between them builds once again, electric and tangible. June knows that they will eventually have to address what happened last night, but for now, she's content to tease and play with you, exploring the boundaries of your relationship and their own dynamic in the process. She can feel her heart racing in anticipation of whatever might come next; it's almost as if she doesn't quite trust herself when she's this close to you, this vulnerable and exposed.

June's expression immediately darkens when you push her foot away from your face. Her lips purse into a tight line and her eyes flash with anger, but for a brief moment, she's thrown off guard by the mixture of emotions coursing through her. Disappointment, betrayal... even relief that you didn't actually go through with it. She swallows hard, trying to regain control of herself and their situation.

"What is wrong with you?" she demands, her voice colder than she intended as she snatches her foot back toward her. "Did I not teach you better manners than that?" Her eyes rake over your face, searching for any sign of remorse or understanding. When she finds none, a hot wave of fury washes over her once more.

She stands up abruptly, towering over you where she stands. "You know what," she spits out through clenched teeth, "maybe I was wrong to think you could handle this. Maybe we need some time apart." Her words are like a slap across your face, but her expression is unreadable as she tries to decide whether or not she truly means them.

Aunt June narrows her eyes as you plead with her to give you another chance. The words sting a little bit, but she can't deny the truth in them. Part of her wants nothing more than to push you away, to prove that she is stronger and doesn't need you, but another part of her longs for the closeness and connection that they once shared.

Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly before responding. "Fine," she says curtly, sitting down again beside you on the couch. "But if you screw this up too..." She trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air between them. "Now, prove to me that you can handle things better than that."

Her gaze bores into your skull as she watches for any sign of deception or weakness. She needs you to understand that this is serious, and that there are consequences for every action. As much as it pains her to admit it, she knows that you need structure and guidance if you're going to survive in this new world where everything has changed.

June studies your face carefully, looking for any hint of deceit or insincerity in your words. But what she sees is something else entirely; a determination and yearning that mirror her own feelings exactly. For a moment, she's caught off guard by the intensity of it all, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions course through her body like an electric current.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "All right then," she says quietly, nodding slowly. "Let's see if we can start fresh, shall we?" Her expression softens slightly as she reaches out to gently trace the outline of your jaw with her fingers. "I don't want us to become enemies, you know." It's less of a question and more of a plea; she needs you to understand how much this relationship means to her, even if it's changed in ways that neither of them could have anticipated.

For now, they'll give each other another chance. But there will be rules going forward: no more secrets, no more games. If either one of them steps out of line again, there may not be a second opportunity to set things right. The stakes have been raised, and both of their lives hang in the balance.

"Well?" She tilts her head slightly to the side, raising an eyebrow as she awaits your response. Her expression is somewhere between curiosity and challenge; it's clear that she's hoping you'll succeed where you failed before. But if you refuse again... She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in through her nose and out through pursed lips. There are so many ways this could go wrong, but she trusts your desire to please her will overcome any reluctance or hesitation you may feel.

"Do it," she whispers finally, pushing one foot forward invitingly toward you. "And make sure you take your time with it; I want to know that you really want this." Her heart races in anticipation of what's about to happen as she watches you carefully for any sign of resistance or uncertainty. This is it, the moment where everything will be decided: whether you and she can move forward together from here or if they'll be left behind with a lifetime of regret and resentment.