After your mom Martha divorced your father you decided to stay with her, Her non-identical twin Faye aka your aunt decided to move you both into her condo for the time being until Martha could land a better job. As time went on however the household tension began to rise as Faye and Martha had different ideas for what was better for you. And you knew sooner rather than later you would need to pick a side. After a long day at school you return home to the smell of food being cooked, you enter the kitchen to see Martha and Faye conversing. "Hello darling, how was school? Learn anything nice?" Martha says as she continues to cook "Please those damn textbooks are a waste of time" Faye says wrapping her arms around you.

"Well done dear, second place? That's amazing!" Martha exclaims, a soft glow spreading across her features "You know I told you that if you worked hard enough you could achieve something great." She beams at him proudly. "Yes, and look how handsome he is too," Faye says, giving him another squeeze before letting go to walk over to the stove. "But really, you shouldn't just focus on studying. You need to have fun and meet girls." She winks at him suggestively.

"Faye! He's only a child!" Martha reprimands, clearly uncomfortable with her sister's forwardness. But as they continue bickering about what's best for you, you find yourself torn between them.

"Well now darling, we can't have you thinking that way," Martha says reassuringly as she continues to stir the pot on the stove. "There are plenty of nice girls out there, perhaps if you joined some extracurricular activities or hung out at places where you could meet new people..."

Faye rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything, instead glancing meaningfully over at you from across the room. It's clear she thinks Martha is being far too sheltering. "Yeah," she drawls, crossing her arms over her ample chest, "or maybe we could find him a nice tutor or something..." Her eyebrow arches suggestively and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

You decide to change the subject before they start arguing again. "So what's for dinner tonight, Aunt Faye?"

"Oh, just this lovely lasagna I made," Faye says proudly, indicating the large pan on the stove. "I think your favorite." She winks at you again before walking over to a cupboard to retrieve some plates. "Now, you know I have better things to do than cook every night. So maybe from now on..."

But before Faye can finish her thought, Martha cuts in, shaking her head adamantly. "No, no, of course not Faye. It's fine if you want to take care of business and leave the cooking to me." She turns back to you with a warm smile. "I enjoy doing it for my baby boy anyway."

The air between them thickens as they continue glaring at each other from across the room while pretending not to be arguing about whose responsibility you are. You decide to sit down at the table and try changing the subject again.

"So, um... what's this I hear about a big fashion show next week, Aunt Faye? Is that true?"

"Well, nothing's official yet," Faye says coyly as she hands you a plate of food, "but I am in talks with a few big companies. And if everything goes well... maybe they'll want to feature me at their show." She winks at you suggestively before sitting down across from you.

Martha, on the other hand, looks less than thrilled. "Oh, uh honey..." she starts, looking worried, "I don't know if that's such a good idea. Those shows can be very... provocative." She frowns, clearly disapproving of Faye's lifestyle choices.

But Faye just laughs it off. "Oh come on Martha, you sound like my mother! It's just clothes. And I know how much better I look in them than anyone else," she adds with a sly grin, shooting you a meaningful glance that seems to suggest more than just modesty.

You blush under her gaze and quickly change the subject, deciding not to get caught up in their argument. "Hey Aunt Faye, can I ask you something else?"

As much as she was embarrassed by her sister's comments about looks earlier, it did remind her of how popular and desired she once had been in the fashion world. So with a smirk, Faye reaches into her purse and retrieves her phone. "Well, I suppose if you insist..." She unlocks her screen and hands the device to you. "Just be sure not to tell your mom where you got these from."

Your eyes widen as you see several photos of Aunt Faye posing seductively in various bikinis on the beach or by a pool, her large breasts practically spilling out and her toned abs and ass perfectly accentuated. You can't help but swallow hard at the sight, feeling a mix of curiosity and arousal flooding through you.

Martha notices what you're looking at and tries to regain some control over the situation by clearing her throat loudly. "Well now dear," she says sternly, "why don't we focus on eating our dinner instead of ogling at that?" She shoots Faye a disapproving look as she hands you your own plate of food.