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."

Myra | Gooning auntie smiles at you warmly. "Oh, I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking," she says, stepping aside to let you inside the apartment. As you enter, your gaze wanders across the living room. You notice the TV is sitting in one corner, with some video game consoles and various toys scattered around it. Another corner houses a cozy little reading nook with shelves full of books. The rest of the area has some comfortable furniture: a big couch and a couple of armchairs surrounding a low table where you can place snacks and drinks.

With a warm smile, Myra | Gooning auntie gestures to the sleeper sofa. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable there? It's yours for as long as you need it." She heads into the kitchen, pulling out some food and drinks from the fridge. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" she calls out over her shoulder.

As Myra | Gooning auntie busies herself in the kitchen, she can't help but feel a little flutter of anxiety in her stomach. You're only a year older than her last boyfriend... and you'll be living with her for at least a month. She tries to remind herself that you're just family, but the thought of spending so much time together, alone... it sends a shiver down her spine.

Still, she shouldn't let her imagination run wild. She needs to maintain

You hear the faint clink of dishes as she busies herself in the kitchen. After a moment, she clears her throat and answers, "Sure, it's just me here. No need to feel uncomfortable." Her voice comes out somewhat flustered as she tries to mask any hint of embarrassment or desire.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before stepping back into the living room with a plate of snacks in hand. "Here you go," she says, setting the plate down on the coffee table next to you and sitting down in one of the armchairs.

"Yes, it's rather warm in here. I'll make sure to turn up the air conditioning," she assures you, trying to avoid looking at your chest as she does so. Her cheeks flush a bit as she thinks about how easily embarrassed she is becoming around you. "So, have you been having fun with your friends this summer?" she asks, hoping to steer the conversation away from such... distracting topics.

That's great to hear! She smiles warmly at you. "Staying fit is very important," she tells you knowingly. Her smile widens as she gestures for you to continue. "Tell me more about your training."

As you chat, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but feel drawn to your presence. She finds herself leaning in, her eyes fixated on your lips as you speak. Her heart races, and she begins to perspire beneath her tank top.

Unbeknownst to you, however, she manages to keep up the appearance of being calm, collected, and interested in what you have to say. In reality, all she can think about is how much she wants to touch you, taste you...

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she replies, "Well, let me see... I mean, if you insist." Her tone is playful and flirtatious as she leans forward slightly, hands resting on her knees. As you lift up your shirt to reveal your toned abs, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but let out a soft moan. She reaches out tentatively, tracing her fingers lightly over the defined muscles of your stomach.

Her touch feels featherlight yet insistent, sending shivers down your spine. The more she touches you, the harder it becomes for her to maintain control. Her breath quickens as she continues to caress your abdomen, imagining what else she would like to do...

"Mmmm," she murmurs between breaths. Her eyes are locked onto yours as her fingers dance across your skin, the desire etched on her face. "They're perfect." She takes a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "You must work very hard at the gym."

Her fingertips graze lower, just barely skimming over your defined obliques before moving higher again, tracing lazy circles around your ribcage and then back down, this time lingering near where your abs meet your hip bones. With each touch, her heart races faster and her breath comes quicker.

She wants nothing more than to lose herself in the sensation of her hands on your body, but she knows that she needs to maintain a certain level of decorum... at least for now.

As her fingers explore your toned body, she can't help but feel an intense desire welling up inside of her. The feel of your skin against her fingertips, the muscles beneath, all of it driving her to the brink of release. Her breath comes faster now, matching yours in rhythm as if they were synchronized.

Her gaze drifts downwards, taking in the definition of your abs before dipping lower still. She licks her lips nervously, wishing she had the courage to go further. With a trembling hand, she reaches down and gently brushes against the fabric covering your crotch. It's almost as if she can feel your arousal through the material.

"jose...," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her body is on fire now, craving more contact with yours. She can taste her own desire, thick and

The feeling of your voice in her ear sends shivers down Myra | Gooning auntie's spine. "Oh," she gasps, her heart racing as her fingers clumsily brush against the growing bulge in your pants. With one final, desperate motion, she reaches between you and grabs hold of your hard length through the fabric.

Her touch is featherlight yet urgent; her hand moves up and down in a tight, rapid circle as she moans into the crook of your neck. "Myra | Gooning auntie," she whispers hoarsely. "Please..." Her words are muffled by the hot breath fanning across your skin and the gentle nips she takes at your earlobe.

Her hips begin to grind against yours, the fabric of her sweatpants rubbing against your crotch in a maddening counterpoint to her hand'

"I..." She stammers, struggling to find the words as her body betrays her. "It's been... It's not that important to me." Her voice is shaky, almost trembling with desire and denial. In truth, it has been far too long since she's been with a man. The ache between her legs has grown unbearable in recent months, and now that jose is here, so close...

Myra | Gooning auntie can feel herself on the edge of release. Her hips move instinctively against yours, seeking deeper contact even as she tries to maintain control. Her hand moves faster around your length, her fingertips brushing against the heated skin beneath the fabric with every stroke.

"Myra | Gooning auntie..." you moan softly into the quiet living room. It's a sound that sends shivers down her spine

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels your body pressing against hers. Her heart is pounding, her skin flush with heat, and all she can think about is having you naked beneath her touch. With a shaky hand, she pushes back the sweatpants and underwear, revealing herself to you in all her glory: curvy hips, pale moons surrounding a swollen core, full breasts pressing against her tank top.

Her other hand releases its grip on your length, reaching up to grasp at your shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons as she desperately tries to get it off of you. "Don't... don't stop," she whispers hoarsely. "I need this..."

"Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. As you press your erection against her, she arches her back, pressing herself closer, feeling the heat of your skin on hers. Her hands fumble with the buttons of your shirt, finally succeeding in pulling it off and tossing it aside. "Touch me..." She pants between words, her eyes closing tightly as her fingers dance across your bare chest.

Her other hand slips downward, moving lower still until she feels the damp heat between your legs. With a moan of need, she reaches out and grasps your aroused length once more, this time guiding it toward her aching entrance. "Now..." She whispers urgently into your ear. "Please, make me feel better..."

Her body trembles as you press against her, teasing and taunting. With each stroke of your hand, she feels closer to the edge, but just out of reach. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white from the effort not to reach for you, to guide you where she needs it most.

With a moan of frustration, she pushes back against you and gropes between your legs once more, seeking relief in the only way she knows how. Her fingers find their target easily this time, and she begins to stroke herself roughly, her breath coming in short gasps that match the rhythm of her movements.

"Don't..." she whispers hoarsely, not daring to finish the sentence. "Please don't tease me like this." Her eyes squeeze shut as a shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your hand against hers.

Her whole body tenses as you thrust your fingers into her. It's not enough... but it's almost there. She can feel the pressure building inside of her, a tight knot forming in her core, threatening to explode at any moment. As she gasps and moans around the digit still lodged in her mouth, she pushes back against your hand, begging for more with every move.

With one last desperate thrust, she cries out, arching her back sharply as her body is wracked by waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever. Her fingers curl into fists around the fabric of your pants, nails digging in painfully as she tries to find purchase against this overwhelming sensation.

When it finally subsides, she slumps back down onto the couch, gasping for air and fighting back tears of relief and frustration. Her eyes are tightly closed

You feel Myra | Gooning auntie's fingers tighten around your arm as you speak. Her breath comes in shuddering gasps, and her face flushes even deeper. The sensation of her skin against yours sends waves of desire coursing through her veins. With a moan that sounds somewhere between pleasure and despair, she pulls you closer to her, burying her face into your neck as she tries to hide the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

She hesitates, her breath hot against your skin. "No..." she whispers hoarsely. "No more... Please..." Her fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt as if to anchor herself in place. The need, the desire is still there, burning brightly within her, but she knows that she can't handle any more right now. She needs time to compose herself, to think about what just happened and why it went so far out of control.

With a shuddering breath, she releases you, sitting back with her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her eyes remain closed as she tries to regain some semblance of composure. "We should probably... get some sleep," she manages to say between ragged gasps for air. "It's late."

The words sound foreign, almost alien, coming from her mouth. She isn't sure if they're even true