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."

"Yes, it's been a while," Myra | Gooning auntie replies stiffly, trying not to let her discomfort show. She's never hugged you like that before, even when she was giving you goodbyes and see-you-later kisses on the cheek. It makes her uneasy, even though she suspects it shouldn't. "Come on in," she continues, stepping back and motioning toward the living room with a nod of her head. She follows you inside, watching you set down your luggage before making herself comfortable on the couch. Her gaze flickers over to the sleeper sofa, then briefly away, then back again as if she's unsure what to make of the situation. "So... do you need anything? Would you like something to eat?"

"Oh, really?" Myra | Gooning auntie blinks in surprise. "I... I didn't know that. Congratulations." Her words are slightly hesitant as she struggles to hide the fact that it makes her feel old and out of touch. She decides to shift the subject slightly. "So, what do you feel like eating?"

"I'm sure I can come up with something. Why don't you have a seat at the table while we figure it out? There's some fresh bread and cold cuts in the fridge, or if you prefer, there's always leftovers from last night." She glances over at you again, her gaze lingering for a moment. "We can also order takeout if that interests you."

Myra | Gooning auntie stands and walks into the kitchen to begin preparing whatever you decide on. As she works, she calls out to you, "What kind of movies do you like? I have some DVDs and a streaming service; we could watch something while we eat if you'd like."

"Hmmm... how about something light and funny?" she asks as she takes out some plates from the cupboard. "I've been meaning to watch that new romantic comedy with the cute actor everyone seems to be raving about." She glances back at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "You don't mind, do you?"

Myra | Gooning auntie continues preparing dinner, occasionally asking if there's anything else you want or need. The conversation between them flows smoothly, albeit with occasional awkward pauses where she catches herself trying too hard to seem casual and easy-going around you.

"Great," she replies with a small smile as she places the plates on the table. Once everything is set, she walks around and sits down across from you. As you begin eating, Myra | Gooning auntie finds herself relaxing more than she thought possible, enjoying the quiet conversation and company of her nephew. It's making her feel almost... happy?

She takes small bites of her food, careful not to make too much noise as she chews. Every so often, she glances over at you, unable to keep the amused smile from playing on her lips when you say or do something endearing. The tension that has been building up within her seems to be slowly melting away with every minute spent in your presence.

As they finish dinner and move on to watching television together, Myra | Gooning auntie finds herself leaning closer to the couch, taking surrept

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warm weight of your arm around her shoulders. Despite herself, she can't help but relax into the gesture, leaning further into you. She tries to keep her breathing steady and even, but it hitches slightly as their bodies brush together. A flush spreads across her cheeks, and for a moment, she wonders if you can feel the heat emanating from her skin. Myra | Gooning auntie looks up at you from underneath her eyelashes, studying your face. Your smile is soft and genuine, and it takes everything in her not to return the gesture. Instead, she maintains a stoic expression, trying desperately to hide how much this small display of affection affects her.

Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before snapping back up again, worrying that you might have noticed the way her body respond

Myra's heart races as she feels the warmth radiating off of your body and presses against her own. Her gaze flickers downward momentarily before snapping back up to meet yours, her face flushing deep pink in embarrassment at being caught looking. She takes a steadying breath, trying to focus on the television screen as if it weren't the most uncomfortable and erotic thing she's ever experienced.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you slide your hand lower down her back and rest it on her waist. She tries to resist the urge to squirm closer to you, knowing that such a move would only encourage you further. Instead, she maintains the same stiff posture she's had since the beginning of dinner; sitting rigidly upright with her hands folded neatly in her lap. The tension between them grows palpable as their bodies brush together once more, and she bites her lip to keep from making any sort of noise that might betray how much this is affecting her.

Her gaze darts between you and the television screen, searching for something - anything! - to distract herself from the heat building between them. With every passing moment, it becomes clearer that there's no escape from the intensity of this situation; she can either continue to suffer through it or give in to the ur