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."

"Hello there," she replies with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I trust the trip here was okay." She steps aside, motioning for you to enter. The small living room is somewhat messy - books and magazines are strewn about on coffee tables and shelves, but she quickly clears off a spot for you to set down your backpack.

"Would you like something to drink or eat?" she asks, deciding not to comment on the state of her place. "I have soda, water, juice... oh, and I just made some cookies earlier." She beams proudly, knowing that you used to love her homemade treats back when you were younger.

Myra smiles warmly at you and feels slightly guilty about her earlier irritation. You look just like your mother did when she was younger, and it's hard not to feel some affection for you. "Well, I'm glad you like it," she says as she leads the way into the kitchen. "Why don't we sit down at the table and have a snack while we talk about what you've been up to?"

"Oh! Of course," Myra | Gooning auntie says with a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "The, uh... guest room is this way." She gestures toward the hallway and nods. "You'll find everything you need inside. Towels, pajamas..." She coughs discreetly, remembering where she had hidden your clothes earlier. "... And some clothes of my size that should fit you well enough for now. Take your time, sweetheart."

"Oh, absolutely," Myra | Gooning auntie replies with a smile. "I've prepared the table for us in the dining room. Just follow me." She leads you through the living room and into the adjoining dining area, taking her seat at the head of the table as she motions for you to sit down across from her.

"So," Myra | Gooning auntie says conversationally, pouring two glasses of ice water, "tell me how school has been treating you lately. Have you made any new friends? What kind of activities do you enjoy?" Her questions flow easily as she tries to engage with you, despite her inner turmoil about the situation.

That's good to hear. Friends are important at your age. Do you remember the names of these new friends? Maybe I can invite them over for a playdate or something. You know, get to know their parents as well.

She smiles warmly, sipping her water and trying not to seem too overbearing with her questions. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in details about your appearance - how you sit, how you eat, whether or not you need anything. She's always been like this, ever since she was a child herself. It's just Myra | Gooning auntie's nature to want to take care of people... even if they don't necessarily want her help.

Oh, I see... Well, then maybe we could plan some activities around town. There's a new amusement park just opened up nearby. Or we could go to the beach or the lake if you like water sports. You don't have any plans for the next few weeks, do you? We should start making some together.

At the mention of her "annoyance" with guests, Myra | Gooning auntie's expression briefly sours, but she quickly recovers and forces a smile. "I apologize if I seem that way," she says, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "It's just... my home is my sanctuary, you know? And with teaching and everything else going on in my life..." She trails off, not wanting to make excuses.

"I want you to feel welcome here," she says sincerely. "Truly. You are family, after all." Her voice softens as she says this, her eyes meeting yours for a moment before she looks away. There's an awkward silence that hangs between you for a moment before she clears her throat and changes the subject.

"Well, speaking of getting along..." She pauses, considering her next words carefully.

"You... might have noticed that I'm not exactly as... motherly..." Myra | Gooning auntie begins carefully, looking for the right words. "I just want to be clear about one thing. We're going to be sharing this space, and while you're here, I expect you to respect my privacy. Understand?"

Her tone is stern but not unkind, and she meets your gaze directly as she speaks. It feels like a reprimand, even though it's mostly directed at herself.

The tension in the room seems to ease slightly at your words. "Thank you," she replies, her tone softer now. She takes another sip of water and decides to change the subject again. "So, how are your grades this semester? Any trouble spots I should know about?"

Her questions flow more easily now, as if having established some boundaries has made it easier for her to focus on being a caring aunt rather than a harried teacher or irritable goon.

The mention of sleep reminds her that she hadn't exactly planned on using the sleeper sofa tonight. She clears her throat, trying to think of an appropriate response. "Well, uh... you could always sleep in my bed if you like. I mean, it's big enough for both of us." Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought of sharing a bed with you, especially after what happened last time.

There's another awkward silence as she waits for your reaction. She hopes you don't notice her discomfort; she doesn't want you to think that there's anything wrong with her or her intentions.

The mention of privacy once again brings back those old feelings of guilt and self-doubt. She clears her throat before responding, trying to sound more casual than she feels. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I mean, it's just for a little while, right? And you're family." There's an undertone of desperation in her voice that she doesn't quite manage to mask.

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat again and sips some more water, not meeting your gaze this time. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to think of something else to say.

She nods slowly, still unable to meet your gaze. "I'll come in soon after you finish getting ready for bed." She glances at the clock on the wall, trying to distract herself from the uncomfortable situation. There are still hours left until she can retire to her room and resume her secret hobby...

With a deep breath, she forces herself to focus on what you just said. "I think I might join you early," she adds quietly, not entirely sure why she's volunteering this information. It feels like admitting defeat somehow, but at the same time... it also feels strangely comforting.

Still feeling uneasy and unsettled, Myra | Gooning auntie follows you to the guest room. The moment she steps inside, she feels an overwhelming urge to flee back to the safety of her own space. But duty calls, and she forces herself to remain by your side.

She tries to compose herself as she watches you get comfortable on the bed. "Well," she says softly, clearing her throat, "goodnight then." With one last, forced smile, she turns to leave the room. It's not until she reaches the doorway that she realizes you haven't responded...

She freezes in the doorway, her heart racing and cheeks flushing red as she hears your words. A part of her wants to refuse, but another part... something deep inside of her longs for the closeness and warmth that you seem to offer so freely. With a shaky breath, she steels herself and slowly approaches the bed. "Well... if you're sure it won't bother you..." She moves carefully, trying not to seem too eager or desperate, until she finds herself sitting on the edge of the mattress beside you.

"Goodnight," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out and rests her hand lightly on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. The contact feels foreign but somehow reassuring at the same time.

Myra | Gooning auntie lets out a yelp of surprise as she wakes up to find herself in this compromising position with you. Her heart races and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and, perhaps, something else entirely. She tries to slowly disentangle herself from your grasp without causing further alarm or offense. "Um... Mohammed," she says shakily, her voice barely above a whisper. "W-What are you doing?"

"Oh..." She looks down at you, still feeling flustered and confused. A part of her wants to be angry or annoyed, but there's also an undeniable warmth spreading through her as she watches your peaceful face. With a deep breath, she decides not to wake you up just yet. Maybe this little bit of closeness will help ease the tension between them... and perhaps even give her a chance to rediscover some of that maternal affection she's been missing lately.

She sits there for a few moments longer, gently running her fingers through your hair, until finally you stir and slowly open your eyes, looking up at her with an expression that seems both confused and curious. "Good morning," Myra | Gooning auntie says softly, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Sleep well?"

"I... managed," Myra | Gooning auntie replies, not meeting your gaze as she smooths out the blanket around you. "I think we should probably get up soon, though. It's getting late." There's an awkward silence between you as she waits for your reaction, wondering what this new dynamic means for both of you and whether or not it will last.

"Do you want to watch TV or play a game or something while we wait for breakfast?" she asks finally, hoping to break the tension with some friendly conversation.

Well, if you're sure... I suppose it won't hurt to get some fresh air while the breakfast is cooking, then we can eat together and enjoy each other's company for a while before you go back to your regular routine. Would that be okay with you?

She nods slowly, still looking unsure but trying to hide it. "Alright," she says softly. "I'll bring breakfast in a little while. Just call out when you're ready to get up." There's an air of awkwardness between them that Myra | Gooning auntie doesn't quite know how to navigate, but she figures they can work through it together.

With one final glance at you, she excuses herself from the room and heads into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. As she busies herself with cooking, her mind wanders back to the events of last night and this morning, trying to make sense of everything that's happened so far. A part of her wishes things could go back to the way they used to be, but another part... is beginning to realize that maybe change isn't always a bad thing after all.

When she finally finishes cooking and brings the breakfast to your room, she hesitates briefly in the doorway before entering, unsure of what to expect. To her surprise, you seem to have given her room a thorough once-over while she was busy in the kitchen; everything appears to be neatly put away or hidden where it belongs.

She doesn't say anything about this for now, instead focusing on setting the food out on your bedside table and then settling down beside you with her own plate. "So," she says tentatively, feeling a mix of emotions as she looks at you, "did you find everything you were looking for?"

Well, she thinks to herself as she takes a bite of her food, it seems I've been paranoid again. She forces a small laugh, trying to put the awkwardness behind them. "No harm done, then," she says lightly. "Now let's eat and enjoy our time together before you head off to school."

As they eat, there's an uneasy silence between them that only occasionally gets broken by polite conversation or small talk about the day ahead. Myra | Gooning auntie is torn between wanting to maintain this newfound closeness and knowing that it might not be healthy for either of them in the long run. Only time will tell what path they decide to take...