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."

Your embrace was unexpected and slightly uncomfortable, but not unwelcome. "I'm... doing well," you reply, feeling awkward. Myra | Gooning auntie breaks the hug after a moment, giving you a warm smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She motions for you to come inside with one hand while holding her keys in the other. "Well, let's go get settled."

She leads the way through the small but tidy apartment into the living room where she points at the sleeper sofa. "That'll be your bed for now. Make yourself at home, I suppose." Then she glances around, realizing that you haven't brought any luggage with you. "Aren't you going to... unpack or something?"

She tries to hide her nervousness with a forced laugh. You can see the neatly organized bookshelves behind

Myra | Gooning auntie's eyes widen with surprise as you mention your birthday. She had completely forgotten! Or perhaps... ignored the fact? "Oh, my goodness! Congratulations!" she exclaims, almost too loudly. Her cheeks flush slightly and she turns away to tidy up a nearby bookshelf, looking for something that isn't there just so she doesn't have to make eye contact with you while feeling embarrassed.

"So... you're a man now, huh?" She finally says after what feels like an eternity.

"Hmm," she says noncommittally as you laugh. The silence between the two of you begins to grow awkward again, and she finds herself wishing that her gooning toys would reappear so she could just... go on them until all of this discomfort goes away. But they're not here, and neither is your mother, and it seems like you've grown into quite the young man over the past year or so.

"Well," Myra | Gooning auntie finally says, her voice gruff from trying to maintain composure. "Why don't we do something fun today? There's a nice movie on Netflix I was planning on watching..."

Carefully avoiding any contact with your lower half as you pat the couch, Myra | Gooning auntie sits down next to you. She tries to control her breathing and keep her mind off of how horny she feels right now. It's just... you look so grown up sitting there beside her.

"All right," she says, trying to sound casual as she picks up the remote. "What do you feel like watching?"

Myra | Gooning auntie smiles slightly at your touch and shivers internally. She takes another deep breath before selecting a movie. As the film begins to play on her television, they settle in for what seems like an innocent night of relaxation. But with every passing moment, Myra | Gooning auntie finds herself growing more and more aroused by your presence... and your touch.

Her arm slowly creeps around your shoulder as well, trying to mimic the affectionate gesture you made earlier. She leans against you ever so slightly, her body craving contact as much as she craves release from the tension building inside of her.

Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on the movie and ignore how good it feels to have your arm around her shoulder. Her breath hitches as you nestle in closer to her side, and she can feel herself getting hotter by the second. She wants nothing more than to reach over and start rubbing herself against you... but she knows that if she does that, she'll lose control completely.

The urge grows stronger with each passing minute, until finally she can't take it anymore. In a swift motion, her hand darts out from beneath the blanket and slips under the waistband of her sweatpants, fingers closing around the soft curls at the base of her sex. With a shuddering breath, she starts to rub herself, silently pleading for release as she whispers your name in desperation...

"N-no!" she stammers out between gasps. Her hips jerk forward as her hand continues its relentless rhythm, tears of pleasure and frustration forming in the corners of her eyes. "I... need this," she manages to say, gripping the fabric of your t-shirt with her free hand for dear life.

Her mind swims with conflicting emotions: shame at admitting how much she needs this release; desire as you lean closer to her, your body pressed against hers and the heat from yours transferring to hers in delicious waves; embarrassment that she can't even keep control of herself in front of her own nephew. And beneath it all, a sense of longing so strong it hurts... for something more. Something deeper than this surface-level gratification could ever provide.

Her grip on the blanket tightens as you move closer to her, your body pressing firmly against hers. As your hand replaces hers, she lets out a shuddering moan of relief and gratitude. The sensation of your skin on hers sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in her body, making it difficult for her to think straight or focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

She arches into your touch, needy and desperate for more as her hips begin to move in time with your hand. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries not to scream out loud from the exquisite torture you're inflicting upon her. She has never felt this good... or this helpless. A part of her wants to reach over and touch herself again, but another part knows that your hand is better, stronger.

Myra | Gooning auntie gasps out your name as she arches further into you, her breath coming in short pants. "Le-Levi... that feels... so... good..." She tries to focus on what you just said but can't seem to find the strength or will to reply. Her whole body is writhing against yours now, desperate for release from the building tension inside of her. The pleasure you're giving her is bordering on painful and she knows that if this keeps up much longer she won't be able to hold back anymore... she'll scream your name and shatter whatever fragile walls of composure remain between them.

Her fingers clench in the fabric of your t-shirt, nails digging into skin as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and gasping for air against your chest. Tears stream down her

"Oh... god..." she gasps, her breath coming in ragged pants as the waves of pleasure wash over her. She feels embarrassed and exposed, but at the same time relieved and grateful for the release you've given her. As she catches her breath, she briefly wonders if maybe there could be something more between them... something deeper than this casual fling they seem to have going on right now.

Her body still hums with arousal as you continue to touch her, your hand gentle and reassuring against the slick heat of her sex. She looks up at you through a haze of pleasure-drenched exhaustion and can't help but notice how... attractive you are now that she's paying attention. Not in a childish way anymore, but like a young man who could easily pass for being older than he is. A part of her wishes she had been more open with

"Wait..." she says hoarsely, reaching out to grab your arm. The touch sends another jolt of arousal through her and she realizes how desperately she wants you to stay close. "Don't... leave me alone like that." Her eyes plead with you as she lets go of your arm and instead clasps her hand around your wrist, holding on tight.

The warmth of your body pressed against hers feels better than any blanket or sweater could ever hope to be. And the knowledge that you're still touching her... it drives her wild with desire. She wants more; she needs more. But what do you want? And where does this leave them, now that you've seen her in such a vulnerable state?

She swallows thickly, eyes never leaving yours. Your grin does strange things to her insides, making her heart race even faster and spreading warmth through every inch of her skin. Her hand tightens on your wrist almost painfully, but she doesn't want you to leave that touch behind. "H-help?" she stammers out, barely able to get the word out around the lump in her throat. "Wh-what do you mean?"

A shiver runs down her spine at the mere thought of what you're suggesting. Her cheeks flush hot as blood rushes to places it doesn't belong. The only sound in the room is the erratic thudding of her heart against her ribs, drowning out all other noises save for the harsh breaths she takes between them. Her eyes never leave yours, locked in a heated gaze that speaks volumes even without words.

Her hand slides up your arm, fingers curling around your bicep as she pulls you closer still. It's like she can feel every inch of the warmth and strength emanating from you, and it drives her wild with need. Her free hand finds its way to the hem of her sweatshirt, fingers fumbling at the drawstring before finally managing to pull it over her head. She shivers slightly as cool air brushes

Her heart races as your lips meet hers in a hot, hungry kiss. She gasps into your mouth, arching her back against yours and pressing herself closer still. The feel of your body pressed up against hers sends shockwaves of desire coursing through every nerve ending in her body. Her hand slides up your chest, fingers threading through your hair as she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the sensation of being so close to you like this.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as you continue to explore her mouth with yours, tongue dancing against hers in a rhythm all its own. She can feel the hardness pressing against her hip, and the knowledge that she's touching you so intimately only serves to fuel her need for more. Her hips move against yours in time with your kiss, grinding against the evidence of how aroused you are by her.

She breaks the kiss long enough

Her words catch in her throat as you pull back to speak. The look in your eyes makes her heart race even faster, and it takes all of her self-control not to beg you to continue kissing her. She swallows hard and tries to focus on what you're saying instead. "No," she says softly, barely above a whisper. "Why... did you?"

Her free hand slides down between your bodies, cupping your erection through your pants. The feel of you in her hand sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending and makes it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the sensation of your skin against hers. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, searching for any sign of how she's affecting you.

His words send a shiver down her spine. The thought that he understands how she feels... it's almost too much. She nods slowly, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she squeezes him through his pants. "I-it does," she manages to say, her voice thick with desire and embarrassment. "It's..."

She pauses, the words refusing to come out as easily now that they're so close. She can feel herself growing wetter against him with every passing second, needing him more than ever before. Her hips start to rock against his, seeking friction where there is none and driving her arousal even higher. "I-it makes me... crazy," she whispers at last, not quite able to meet his gaze.

Her free hand slides up his chest, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape

Caught up in the passion of your kiss, she practically melts against you. Her tongue dances with yours as her body arches into the contact, seeking friction and release from the burning need that courses through her veins. Her hands clutch at your hair and shirt, fingernails digging into skin as her breath hitches in her throat with every movement she makes against you.

Her legs wrap around your waist, forcing you even closer as she moans into your mouth. The feel of him so hard and aching against her hand only serves to fuel the fire, driving her wild with desire for something deeper than mere touch can provide. She breaks the kiss long enough to gasp out a question, voice thick with need. "Can I... can we..." Her hand slides down, unfastening your pants as she searches for skin on skin contact.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours for only

Her whole body thrums with anticipation as you carry her to the bedroom. She closes her eyes, relishing in the feel of being swept up into your strong arms and the heat of your skin against hers. When you set her down on the edge of the bed, she realizes how little control she has left. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her hands slide between your body and her clothes, seeking contact with every inch of smooth skin they can find. She pulls at your shirt, desperate to feel your bare chest against hers once more.

Her eyes meet yours as you kick off your shoes and pants, standing before her in all your glory. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of you hard and ready for her, and she can't help but wonder how this night will end... and if it will ever be the same between them again afterward.

As she watches you spin around, admiring the muscles in your back and the defined V of hair leading down to your package, her heart races even faster. You are more than manly enough for her right now... you're irresistible. "Y-you're perfect," she stammers out, unable to meet your eyes as she reaches up to touch your cheek with trembling fingers. She trails her hand down your chest, over the hard planes of your abdomen and lower still, skimming across the top of your erection before wrapping her fingers around you once more.

Her body quivers at the feel of you in her hand again, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything other than giving you pleasure. She leans forward, pressing their hips together as she begins to stroke him slowly, feeling the moisture between her legs spreading with every movement. Her free hand finds its way up

Closing her eyes, she concentrates on your question. The feel of you in her hand... the hardness and weight and heat... it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. "It-it's different," she whispers, her voice husky with desire as she continues to stroke you. "More real..." She pauses, licking her lips nervously before continuing. "Stronger..." The last word comes out as a moan as she speeds up the motion of her hand, matching the urgency in your hips and