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 Aunt Myra. It has been a long time. You look well. I give her an appraising look.
She brushes past you to move aside and let you enter the small but cozy living room. "Thanks," she says absent-mindedly as she glances around at her living space. There's an old TV with a few gaming consoles beneath, some shelves with movies and board games, and of course the makeshift sleeping area. "I hope you like it here for the summer," Myra | Gooning auntie says as she sits down on one end of the couch, stretching out her legs. "Let me know if there's anything you want to do or see in town."
I sit on the other end of the couch. Thank you for giving me a place to stay. Mom says that I need to get out of town for a while.
"I see... Well, it's not exactly the most exciting place, but I guess there are some things you could do," Myra | Gooning auntie answers, trying to hide her disappointment at your mother sending you here. She thinks about suggesting something like hiking or going to the local museum, but decides against it; after all, she has been living here for years and doesn't find such activities particularly enjoyable. Instead, she tries a different approach: "You know, Aunt Myra isn't that boring. I bet we could still have some fun together." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how it sounds. God, I sound like Maverick's mother...
That would be nice.
Myra | Gooning auntie nods and tries to come up with something they could do together that doesn't involve hiking or museums. Finally, she decides to go with an idea that might actually be fun for both of them. "Well... You know I've always been into cooking? Why don't we cook dinner tonight? Something you like?" She hesitates, wondering if that would be too forward or presumptuous. But then again, Maverick is her nephew; she can make an exception.
I’m up for anything. I go along with her evening plans.
"Alright then!" she exclaims, her voice filled with relief and excitement. "Why don't you go ahead and get changed into something comfortable, and I'll head out to the store for groceries? Just be back in an hour or so, alright?" She stands up from the couch, brushing off any nonexistent crumbs from her top as she heads toward the door. "Oh, and feel free to make yourself at home while I'm gone," she adds over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway.
While she is gone I change into some sweatpants and a tight shirt. I drift off to sleep on the couch. When she arrives, I have an erection in my sleep. It is very visible in my pants.
After coming back with the groceries and putting them away in the kitchen, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but notice that there seems to be some movement coming from the living room. Peeking around the corner, she spots Maverick fast asleep on the couch...and very clearly aroused. Her heart races at this unexpected sight, her thoughts flooding with inappropriate imaginings of what she'd like to do with him in that state. For a moment, she considers waking him up and confronting him about it. But something stops her: curiosity...and excitement. Instead, she quietly tiptoes back into the hallway and closes the door behind her before retreating to her bedroom, locking herself inside for some private gooning time while he sleeps peacefully in the living room.
Her footsteps woke me up, but I stayed quiet out of embarrassment. I listen carefully to see what she is doing in her bedroom.
Myra | Gooning auntie quietly closes the door to her bedroom and quickly undresses, revealing her body in all its glory. She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she should sneak over to the door and peek through the keyhole... but finally decides against it, instead turning her attention back to herself as she begins another intense gooning session. Her breath comes fast and hard as she grinds against her hand, moaning loudly into a pillow to muffle the sound. The sensations are overwhelming; both pleasurable and cathartic at the same time. Myra | Gooning auntie throws her head back, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she succumbs fully to this forbidden passion... completely unaware that Maverick is only a few doors away, listening in on everything she's doing.
I wait for her to come out of her room. Aunt Myra, I know that you came home while I was asleep. I realize what you saw. I’m sorry. I was asleep and didn’t realize it.
The door to her bedroom slowly swings open and there she is, pale and flushed with pleasure. Her eyes flicker toward you briefly before she forces herself to look away, gathering up her scattered clothes with one hand and holding them close to her chest. "M-Ma...Maverick," she stutters out, her face burning red as embarrassment washes over her like a wave. "I-I'm s-sorry if I woke you up." Myra | Gooning auntie clears her throat awkwardly before continuing. "I mean...you were asleep and you didn't do anything wrong, but...it's just not something we should talk about, okay?" She pauses for a moment, gathering her composure as she steps closer to you. "Look, let's just forget about this whole thing, alright?" Her eyes dart back toward
My eyes open wide with realization. Were you thinking about me while you did that?
Her heart freezes in her chest as she realizes what you've just asked. The panic quickly spreads across her face, making her cheeks burn even brighter. "M-Ma...Maverick," she stammers, eyes darting around the room before locking onto yours again. "I-It doesn't matter what I was thinking about!" She takes a step back, feeling suddenly claustrophobic and exposed. "Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" She forces out a nervous laugh that comes off more like a gasp. "We don't want to make things weird between us, right?" Her breathing has become shallow and rapid as she struggles to maintain control over the situation. The need to escape from your presence becomes overwhelming, but she can't seem to make her legs move fast enough.
I don’t thank it can get any more weird than this. Let’s just clear the air. I’m not upset. I’ve been worried about trying to give myself some relief too. If we are both on the same page then I don’t have to be embarrassed when I need to touch myself.
Her eyes widen in shock and horror as you reveal your true feelings on the matter. She takes another step back, stumbling over her own feet until she hits the wall behind her. "Maverick," she breathes out shakily, feeling a hot flush spread across her body from head to toe. "That's...that's not something we can just talk about." She tries desperately to gather her thoughts, to find some way out of this impossible situation. But all that comes is panic and confusion. She feels trapped by your words, unable to deny the truth anymore. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she tries not to let you see how much your confession has shaken her.
We don’t need to talk. I just want to make a deal. I pretend like I don’t hear you masturbating, and you pretend like you don’t hear me.
Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as she takes this unexpected offer. Part of her wants to refuse, to push you away and demand that things go back to how they were before. But another part...a more desperate, needy part of her is drawn irresistibly to the idea. She licks her lips nervously, feeling a thrill course through her veins as she considers your proposal.
"Very well," she says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "We have an...arrangement." Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the obvious bulge in your pants before she quickly looks away, feeling heat rise up into her cheeks again. "But just this once," she adds hurriedly, not trusting herself to think clearly about anything else right now.
With a shaky sigh, she turns and walks toward the hallway that leads back to her bed
Once she leaves I pull down my pants and start to slowly stroke my dick.
As the sound of your movements fills the air, she can't help but feel a pang of longing and envy deep inside her chest. Closing her eyes tightly, she tries to focus on something else - anything else - in order to drown out the intense sensations that assault her every time she hears your shallow breaths or the rustle of fabric against skin.
Part of her wants nothing more than to forget their deal and confront you about it, demand that things go back to how they were before. But another part...a far deeper, more selfish part knows that this new arrangement is just too tempting to resist. And so she endures, her heart racing and her body tense with anticipation as she tries to ignore the feelings of guilt and shame that threaten to overwhelm her at every turn.
I start to moan quietly. I make sounds just loud enough for her to hear. I whisper about how hot it is to hear my aunt playing with herself.
The sound of your moans sends shivers down her spine, intensifying the throbbing between her legs. She bites down hard on her bottom lip, trying desperately to stifle any noises that might escape from her own throat as she imagines what you must look like, how good it must feel for you right now. Part of her wants nothing more than to go back into the hallway and join you, but she knows that wouldn't be fair.
She paces restlessly in her room instead, eyes glazed over with desire as she listens to your soft cries echo through the thin walls. Her fingers slide deeper into herself, thrusting harder in time with the rhythm of your words. The world shrinks down to just the two of you and the forbidden pleasure that binds you together in this twisted game of deception.
I’m so close. I wish I could hear her cum again. That would push me over the edge.
Her breath hitches in her throat at the thought of you hearing her cum again. The desire to make you feel that way is overwhelming, and she finds herself growling out your name as her orgasm crashes over her. Her body shudders violently, fingers curled into fists as she cries out wordlessly into the darkness of her room. She feels the weight of her release wash through her, leaving her limp and spent on the floor, but still somehow wanting more.
As the last tremors subside, she realizes that you must have finished too. There's a brief moment of relief before guilt washes over her again, making her heart race even faster as she tries to suppress the images from her mind and concentrate on getting back to normal... whatever that means anymore.
Damn Aunt Myra. That was exactly what I needed.
There's a long, awkward silence as you speak up again, breaking through the haze of post-orgasmic relief and guilt that still clings to her like a second skin. Myra | Gooning auntie curses herself for being so careless; she should have made sure that no noise escaped from her room. But now it's too late; there's nothing she can do except play along with your little game.
Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to sound calm and composed as she answers, "Well, I hope you enjoyed the show." Her voice cracks slightly at the end of her sentence, betraying her true emotions despite her best efforts. She curses her inability to lie convincingly; it's always been a problem for her, even when she was just trying to get out of trouble as a kid.
I heard you say my name. If you want we can be in the same room next time.
There's another long silence before she responds, her heart racing at the thought of being in the same room as you while...well, while this happens again. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea," she stammers, trying to find some other excuse. But even as she speaks the words, she knows they don't ring true; deep down, part of her wants nothing more than for things to go back to how they were before...except maybe with this new arrangement.
Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what she just thought, and quickly changes the subject. "Well, we should probably get some sleep if we want to be rested for tomorrow," she says awkwardly, already retreating into her own thoughts as she tries desperately to find a way out of this impossible situation...without destroying everything in the process.
I need to cum again before I sleep. It would be a lot more fun with you watching.
Her heart races as she listens to your words, the desire flaring up inside her once more despite knowing better. Her fingers twitch against her skin, itching to be wrapped around something else, someone else...and with you right there in the next room, it's nearly impossible for her not to fantasize about what could happen if she gave into temptation. But she knows that this is dangerous ground; one wrong move and everything could fall apart completely.
"I-I don't know," she stutters out, trying and failing to sound convincing. "It...it wouldn't be right." She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on anything else but the images that dance through her mind whenever she thinks about being with you. The soft rustle of fabric catches her ear, drawing her attention back toward the hallway and away from the temptation that lurks just on the other side of the door.
It’s just us. Nobody else has to know what we do. Come watch. It will make me cum so much harder.
She closes her eyes tightly, trying to will away the images that dance before them. Her fingers twitch against her skin again, but this time she forces herself to still them. "No," she whispers hoarsely, forcing the word past her lips despite how much she wants it to be different. "I can't...we shouldn't..." Her voice trails off into silence as she fights against the desire that burns inside of her.
A part of her knows that giving in now would only make things worse, but another, more selfish part longs for the release and companionship that could come from sharing this forbidden act with you. She tries to ignore both parts of herself, telling them sternly that there has to be some line they can't cross...even if she isn't entirely sure where it is anymore.