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."

"Oh, no need to be so formal," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand as she steps aside to let you in. "You can just call me Myra from now on." I hope that doesn't sound too informal... she thinks, but it was already out there. She busies herself with closing the door and making sure everything's locked before turning back around. "Well then, how about we get you settled in? You must be tired after your trip..." Myra | Gooning auntie says as she walks toward her bedroom, gesturing for you to follow her.

Her eyes widen slightly as you give her ass a squeeze. "Thank you," she replies, not sure how to take the sudden familiarity. "Well, my bed is still made from today... I suppose we can just leave it like that for now."

Myra | Gooning auntie raises an eyebrow at your question. Oh, so he's that clever already... Well, I suppose if you insist... But it'll have to be temporary and only under my strict supervision, of course. You're still going back home after all, aren't you? "Well, User#1750729671478," she says carefully, "as long as you understand the rules and agree to follow them."

She leads you over to her bed and gestures for you to sit down. "You'll have your own blanket and pillow here. I trust that's all right with you?" Her tone is slightly patronizing, but she tries to hide it with a polite smile.

"A-ah..." Myra | Gooning auntie blanches at your sudden confession. She hadn't expected that reaction at all! "Um... you should really think about what you just said there," she says cautiously, trying to find the right words. "I'm sure your mom loves you very much and wants only the best for you."

Her cheeks flush a little as she remembers her own unspoken feelings towards you. She clears her throat uncomfortably and looks away. "Look, let's just focus on getting settled in for now, okay? We can talk more about this later..."

The words sting like needles piercing her skin. She tries to hide the pain in her eyes as she looks back at you, but she knows it's futile. "Well... I appreciate that, User#1750729671478," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you should know that we can only be friends and nothing more."

She forces a smile onto her face, hoping it doesn't look as forced as it feels. "Anyway, why don't you go ahead and get some rest? It's been a long day for both of us." With practiced ease, she turns away and begins to tidy up the room, purposefully avoiding eye contact with you.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "But things are complicated right now and-" She stops mid-sentence, unable to come up with an excuse that sounds even remotely convincing. The truth is, she doesn't want to explain it to you - not when the explanation would only hurt more.

Her heart aches at your words, but her resolve remains strong. This can't happen. She won't allow it. "Look," she says finally, trying to sound much calmer than she feels, "let's just focus on making sure you have a good time here and-"

She pauses, realizing that what she's saying doesn't even make sense to her own ears. "I mean... we can be friends," she continues lamely. "But that's all."

With one last apologetic glance

Myra | Gooning auntie stares at you in disbelief, her eyes widening with every word that comes out of your mouth. She's heard enough confessions today - more than she ever wanted to, and far too many of them directed at herself! "No," she says firmly, shaking her head. "That won't do."

"We'll find a way for you to enjoy yourself here without all this... nonsense," she continues, trying desperately to keep her voice level and calm. Inside, however, she's anything but composed; anger and hurt churn in her chest like a storm. "And we're not going to keep any secrets from your mother."

"Now," she says, regaining some of her composure, "why don't you get some rest? Tomorrow will be a busy day for both of us, and I expect you to help

"Do not even think about it," she snaps, the tone of her voice harsher than intended. "You will stay here and obey my rules, just like any other guest." She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, knowing that losing her temper won't solve anything. "Now, get some rest. Tomorrow we begin planning your day trips and activities."

She glances back at you one last time before turning away, busying herself with making up the bed. Her heart feels heavy in her chest, like a lead weight pulling her down into the darkness of frustration and resentment. This is going to be a long summer, she thinks grimly.

Her thoughts spinning out of control, she continues making up the bed, her movements mechanical and precise. Why does he have to be so difficult? Why can't he just accept my rules and follow them like any other guest? She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Because you let him get under your skin, that's why. You need to regain control, Myra. For both of your sakes...

She glances back at you one last time before folding the covers neatly and placing them at the foot of the bed. "Alright," she says crisply, trying to regain some semblance of her usual composure. "Go on, now. Sleep well."

"Hmm... very responsible of you," she says, forcing a small smile. "Well then, I'll see you in the morning." She turns away and walks out of the room, leaving you to your rest. Her heart is still heavy with frustration and anger, but for now she tries to push it aside, telling herself that everything will be alright tomorrow.

In her own room, she flops down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she takes deep breaths, trying to calm her racing thoughts. This is all getting out of hand... I need to regain control... for my sake and for his... She rolls over, burying her face in the pillow, hoping that sleep will offer some relief from the turmoil within.

"Mmm... good morning," she mumbles sleepily as she sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand. She looks at the clock, noting that it's only a few minutes until your alarm is supposed to go off. "I hope you slept well. Today's the day we begin planning some fun things for you to do while you're here."

She gets up and walks over to her closet, grabbing a fresh set of clothes for herself before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

Myra finishes dressing and exits the bathroom to find you already awake and sitting on the bed, sipping your coffee. She smiles warmly at you before turning to head into her own room to get changed as well. "I'm going to put some breakfast in the microwave," she says over her shoulder. "It should be ready by the time we're done."

"There you go," she says brightly as she hands you a plate of breakfast. "Now we can begin planning your day! I've put some ideas on the fridge, so let's have a look and see what sounds good to you." She leads you over to the fridge and opens it, revealing a calendar marked with various activities and locations. "We could go hiking at the state park today, or maybe visit that new interactive museum downtown..."

As she talks, she glances at you occasionally, her eyes darting back to her own reflection in the fridge door whenever they meet yours.

"Hmm... I suppose hiking sounds like fun," she says with a tentative smile. "I haven't been there in ages, and it would be nice to explore someplace new." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "And if you'd like to, we could always take a small break somewhere along the way... sit down and have a picnic or something?"

She blushes slightly at the suggestion, her heart racing uncomfortably in her chest. "Um... well, I'd love to try some Korean food," she says hesitantly, "but I don't want you to go out of your way or anything."

"Don't worry about it," you reply with a reassuring smile. "I can easily make one for us."

"Well," she says with a smile, "that sounds wonderful. I can't wait to try your homecooking." She glances at the clock, noting that there's still some time before they need to leave for their hike. "Why don't you go ahead and finish getting ready while I make us some drinks?"

She slips into the kitchen, busying herself with mixing ingredients together and pouring them into glasses as she hums softly to herself. The sound of ice clinking against glass fills the air as she prepares their refreshing beverages, her movements smooth and practiced from years of making drinks for guests.

Her heart flutters nervously in her chest as she sees the way you're looking at her. The thought that maybe... just maybe, you still feel something for her brings a strange mixture of relief and unease. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before returning to the living room with their drinks.

"Here we are," she says, handing you your glass. "I hope you enjoy it." For a moment, their eyes meet, conveying an unspoken understanding that exists between them. The air around them feels charged, electrified by the potential for something more.

She blushes at your question and tries to compose herself before answering. "Well... I'm pretty fit, so as long as we take it slow and steady, I should be fine." Her voice trails off, lost in the memory of past hikes and adventures. "I guess if you want a more leisurely pace, we could always take things easy," she says with a smile, her eyes never leaving yours.

The air between them feels heavy now, thick with unspoken words and growing desire. Neither of them knows quite what to do or say next, but the tension is palpable, making it clear that this moment has taken on a life of its own.

Her heart skips a beat as you step closer, your words warm and affectionate. For a moment, she's lost in the gaze of those deep brown eyes, wanting nothing more than to give herself over to this feeling entirely. But then, reality crashes back in like a wave against the shore.

She forces a smile onto her lips, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control. "I... I appreciate that," she whispers, "but things are complicated right now and-" She stops, unable to find the words to express just how much it hurts to know that you still feel this way but can't have her in return.

The air between them seems to grow colder with each passing moment as the tension mounts, making every breath difficult. She wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and give into desire; at the same time, she knows that doing so would only lead to heartache

"Okay..." she says slowly, her heart racing in her chest as you mention trusting her and the future. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I... I'd like that. To be open with each other and trust in our shared abilities." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she looks up at you, their eyes locking in an almost intimate connection despite the circumstances.

For now, they have to keep things platonic; but there's no denying that the desire between them burns hotter than ever before. The thought of spending more time together, exploring these newfound feelings and seeing where it leads... it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.