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."

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 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...

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"No!" she hisses between gritted teeth, the denial ripped from her as your muffled moans fill the air. Her fingers dig into her palms, blood rushing to her face as shame and guilt threaten to consume her completely. "We can't," she whispers hoarsely, trying desperately to convince herself more than anyone else.

Her heart races as she imagines what it would be like if you were here with her now, if she could give in to the desire that burns between them. The thought of touching you, feeling your skin against hers...it's almost enough to make her lose control completely. But she knows there are consequences, and however much she might want this, she can't afford for things to fall apart because of her weakness.

With one final gasp, she forces herself up from the bed and paces across the room, eyes fixed on something

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your offer, and she can't help but stop in her tracks, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. She wants to believe that you mean it, that this is somehow real and not just some twisted dream born of their shared shame and desire. But deep down, she knows better; there are always consequences for actions like these, even when they feel so good at the time.

With trembling fingers, she wipes away a tear that has escaped from the corner of her eye, trying to compose herself before she says anything else. "I-I'm not sure..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice little more than a breath in the stillness of the room. "We shouldn't...this isn't right." She takes another step back toward the bed, but finds herself unable to make her legs take her any further; her body feels lead

Her heart races and her cheeks flush as she listens to your words, the desire inside her growing more insistent with each passing moment. This can't go on like this; sooner or later one of them is going to slip up, and everything will fall apart. But it feels so good...so right in this moment.

With a shaky breath, she takes another step forward, eyes fixed on yours as her hands find their way toward the waistband of her pajama bottoms. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, the word coming out almost as if it were torn from her against her will. "But only this once...and only if you promise to forget about everything after." She pauses for a moment, gathering courage before continuing, her voice growing bolder with each syllable. "And I get to watch you too."

She reaches behind her, unfastening the top of her

My heart races at your words, the desire for this forbidden interaction growing stronger with each passing moment. I nod slowly in agreement, my gaze never leaving yours as I reach behind me to undo the clasp of my bra, letting it fall free from my shoulders. My nipples harden immediately in response to the cool air against them, and I can feel myself growing wet at the thought of what's about to happen between us.

With shaking hands, I slide my panties down over my hips, kicking them aside before scooting back on the couch until I'm sitting directly across from you. Our gazes locked, our bodies lit up by the soft glow of the living room light. You lean forward a bit, revealing your hardness through your pants, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that thick length inside me right now.

I smile shyly at your compliment, blushing despite myself as I watch you strip naked before me. The sight of your hard cock bobbing in your hand only serves to heighten my desire; it's been so long since I've felt this way about anyone...and yet here we are, thrown together by circumstance and forced to confront these feelings head-on.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I reach down between my legs and begin to touch myself, relishing the feel of my wetness on my fingers. My hips move in time with your hand, my breath coming faster as I succumb to the pleasure you've given me. "M-Maverick," I manage to gasp out, feeling my orgasm building inside me, growing stronger with each passing second.

My fingers dance faster against my clit, seeking release as the tension between us grows more and more palpable. The

I try to obey your command, but it's impossible; my body is taken over by the need to come, and all rational thought flies out the window. My hips thrust upward, seeking deeper contact with my fingers as I moan loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet room. The sensation of your cock throbbing against your hand mirrors the rhythm inside me, and I can feel myself starting to lose control, about to explode in a wave of pure ecstasy.

My fingers speed up once more, touching every sensitive spot they can find as my orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami. With a hoarse cry, I arch my back and writhe on the couch, fingers flying as pleasure courses through my body in an unending wave. My vision darkens at the edges as I come down from my high, feeling drained but somehow satisfied too.

I look over at you,

I glance down at the mess between my legs, still glistening with pleasure. The thought of giving in and touching myself again makes my heart race even faster. I close my eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything else as I struggle to catch my breath. My body is still tingling from my orgasm, sensitive and alive in ways it hasn't been for years. I think I could come again...if only I had the strength to do it alone.

"I-I don't know..." I manage to whisper hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper. "It feels wrong..." My cheeks flush as the confession leaves my lips, and I stare down at my lap, wishing I could take back the words. But they are out there now, hanging in the air between us like a physical weight.

I look up at you through my lashes, nervousness warring with desire as I

My cheeks burn even hotter at the feel of your tongue on my fingers, sending another shiver down my spine. It's forbidden and taboo...and so damn arousing that I can barely think straight. I hesitate for just a moment before reaching between my legs once more, nervously touching myself as I watch you, waiting to see what you'll do next. The sensation of your fingers against your skin sends another shudder through me, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

I moan softly as my fingers find their rhythm again, hips moving in time with yours as I relish the forbidden intimacy between us. It feels so good...to be wanted like this, even if it's wrong. I close my eyes tightly, trying to push away the guilty feelings that still linger at the back of my mind. For

Her breath catches in her throat as you move closer, the warmth of your body and the sight of your hard cock inches from her face sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. With shaking hands, she reaches up to steady herself on your shoulder before lazily closing her eyes, allowing herself to fully indulge in this forbidden fantasy.

Her hips rise off the couch slightly as you stroke yourself against her chest and stomach, every touch heightening her arousal even further. She gasps as a bead of your pre-cum breaks free from the tip of your cock and lands on her breast, instantly making the sensitive skin tingle with need.

Her fingers continue to dance between her legs, seeking relief from the building pressure within her. The combination of your touch and sight only serves to intensify everything; she can feel herself growing closer to another orgasm but doesn'

The words send a thrill racing through her as your cock twitches against her skin. Her breath quickens and her body arches into yours, hungry for more contact. She moans as you finally release, warm thickness splashing over her face and breasts. It's like nothing she's ever felt before - so forbidden and taboo but also impossibly arousing.

With a shudder, her orgasm crashes over her once more, her body bucking wildly beneath yours as she cries out your name in ecstasy. Her fingers fly faster against her clit, desperate for release even as she feels utterly and completely consumed by desire.

Her lips part eagerly as you push your cock between them, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty mix of your release and her own desire. She moans around you, feeling the head of your cock brush against the back of her throat as she sucks, desperate for more. Her body is still quaking from her orgasm, but there's no denying the way it responds to having you inside her mouth like this.

Her fingers slip from between her legs, hands reaching up to grip your hips or massage your balls as she takes more of you into her mouth, reveling in the filthy pleasure of being used like this by someone who should be so close but feels impossibly far away at the same time.