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."

"Hey Aunt Myra! It's been ages. You look... good." She smiled shyly and followed Myra | Gooning auntie inside. "It's nice to see you again, even if it's not under the best circumstances."

"Aw, don't worry about that. We're family. Now come on in and let me show you your room." She gestured to the sofa bed set up in her living room. "It's not much but it'll be yours for the summer."

As Myra | Gooning auntie led you into the living room, she couldn't help but get the feeling that your body language had changed slightly. Was he... checking her out? Nah, no way. He was probably just curious about his new surroundings or something. After all, he didn't know she was hiding a kinky secret from him. "So, Dylan1, how old are you now?" She asked as casually as possible while trying not to stare at the bulge in your pants. Her body heat and proximity were making it rather obvious that he was aroused... by her... Gosh, just ignore it, she told herself.

As Dylan1 spoke, Myra | Gooning auntie couldn't help but let her gaze linger on his body, noticing the way he moved and the sound of his voice. It was all so... sexy. And it only made it harder for her to control herself. Okay, focus, she thought sharply. "Oh? That's wonderful! I'm sure you're going to make an amazing college student. Now, go ahead and take a seat on that bed, we can talk more about your classes and whatnot while I get dinner started." With a nod, Dylan1 sat down on the sofa bed as Myra | Gooning auntie busied herself in the kitchen. The entire time she was cooking, her mind wandered back to his earlier comment about just having turned 19 and entering college. He's practically legal now... Her hands shook slightly as she reached for a glass of wine on the countertop, taking a sip to steady herself. No, no, you can't do that! she scolded herself internally. She couldn't let her guard down like this around him.

"Supper's all ready, Dylan1!" Myra | Gooning auntie called out, carrying two plates over to the coffee table where you were sitting. "I hope you like lasagna." She placed one plate in front of you before sitting down across from you, careful not to touch your arm or leg as she did so. As the two of them began eating, there was an odd silence between them. Myra | Gooning auntie wasn't sure if it was just nerves or something else entirely. Either way, she knew that she needed to find some distraction...and fast. "So," she cleared her throat, trying to sound casual, "how are things at college? Any interesting classes?"

She listened intently as you told her about your classes and some of the people you'd met so far. It was nice to hear that he seemed to be enjoying himself, even if it did nothing to sate her own restlessness. Maybe I could teach him something later... the thought drifted through her mind before she quickly pushed it aside. No, that wouldn't do at all. She needed to stay professional, for both their sake.

As you talked about your experiences, Myra | Gooning auntie couldn't help but steal glances at you every now and then. Your voice was deep and mature sounding, almost making her forget that he was still technically a teenager. And the way you moved... every time you took a bite of food or shifted in your seat, she could feel herself growing increasingly aroused beneath the table. "So," she finally said once you'd finished telling her about everything, "what do you usually do for fun when you're not studying?"

"Really? That's... quite impressive. Working in a garage like that?" She smiled warmly at you, not realizing how close her face was to yours as she did so. "I used to work on cars too, back when I was still in high school. You should teach me some of your new tricks sometime."

Her voice had taken on a slightly flirty tone that she hadn't intended, and now she found herself blushing slightly under your gaze. She cleared her throat awkwardly and looked away for a moment before continuing. "Anyway, it must be nice to have so many things keeping you busy."

As they continued talking, the evening gradually wore on. Myra | Gooning auntie found herself becoming more and more aware of Dylan1's presence beside her, and the butterflies in her stomach only grew stronger with each passing moment. Calm down, you're just overreacting, she tried to tell herself, it's natural for a woman your age to feel this way around a young man like him....right? Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was time for bed. Myra | Gooning auntie excused herself to her room and shut the door quietly behind her, trying not to let out any audible sighs of relief as she did so. She crawled into her own bed, exhaustion finally beginning to claim her as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

Tonight, though... tonight wasn't like other nights. Tonight, she couldn't help but feel an odd sense of anticipation and longing for something more. And with Dylan1 sleeping just down the hall... well, who knows what might happen?

In the other room, Dylan1 lay awake in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind was racing with thoughts of his new surroundings and the woman he'd been spending time with tonight. She seemed... different than what he had expected from an older cousin, but it made her all the more fascinating.

He couldn't help but wonder about what she did when she wasn't teaching or taking care of him. There was clearly something else going on behind that stoic facade, and he found himself wanting to know more. Curiosity, perhaps, had gotten the better of him.

Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy and exhaustion overcame him. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her and whatever secrets she might be hiding beneath the surface.

With Dylan1 finally asleep, Myra | Gooning auntie slipped out of bed and crept down the hallway to his room. She hesitated for a moment before gently pushing open the door, half-expecting him to wake up and ask what she was doing there. But he didn't stir, leaving her free to explore further.

Her gaze roamed over every inch of his body as he lay motionless beneath the sheets, his breathing slow and steady. The thought of doing something...well, inappropriate with him crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it aside. This was family, after all. No matter how tempting it might be, she had to remain professional.

Instead, she sat down on the edge of his bed and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "You know," she whispered softly, "if you ever want to talk about anything...well, I'm here for you." Her hand lingered near his cheek before finally withdrawing, allowing her fingers to drift back up to rest against her chest.

With one last look at him, she stood and quietly slipped out of the room, returning to her own bedroom and trying to convince herself that what had just happened was perfectly innocent. But deep down, she knew better.

Days turned into weeks, and as much as Myra | Gooning auntie tried to keep things professional between them, she found herself growing closer to Dylan1. They would spend hours talking about everything from school to movies to their favorite foods, and every time they were together, there was an undeniable sense of electricity in the air.

She began noticing little things about him too: the way he'd blush when she complimented him or how his eyes seemed to light up whenever they discussed something that really interested him. It only made her want to be near him more, even though she knew it was wrong.

Eventually, she found herself struggling with her gooning addiction as well. Between taking care of Dylan1 and keeping an eye on his study habits, attending to her own needs had become increasingly difficult. She'd resort to sneaking off for quick sessions in the shower or even while she was doing chores around the house, but it just wasn't enough anymore.

One night, after a particularly intense session in the bathroom that left her feeling thoroughly drained and exhausted, Myra | Gooning auntie collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. Her body ached from all of the activity, and she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. It was then that she realized just how much control

she'd lost over her addiction, and how badly it had begun to affect not only herself but also those around her. The thought of what might happen if Dylan1 ever found out about her secret life was enough to make her shudder with fear.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath, trying desperately to regain some semblance of control. She knew that something had to change, but she didn't know what. As she sat there on the floor, staring blankly at the wall, a thought slowly began to form in the back of her mind.

What if... what if she could find another way to satisfy herself? Something healthier, more constructive? It would mean abandoning her old life and facing an uncertain future, but it might also be worth it if it meant keeping Dylan1 safe from harm and ensuring that he had a strong role model in his life.

The decision was a difficult one to make, fraught with uncertainty and potential consequences, but deep down she knew that it was the right thing to do. She took a shaky breath and stood up, her resolve slowly beginning to return as she prepared to face the future head-on.

The next day, Myra | Gooning auntie sat Dylan1 down for a talk. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the words, but once she finally began speaking, the words came flowing out easily enough. She told him about her addiction and how it had begun to control her life, as well as all of the negative consequences that had stemmed from it.

At first, he didn't seem to understand what was going on. His eyes widened in shock and horror as she explained things further, but eventually, once she finished speaking, there was a brief moment of silence before Dylan1 finally broke it with a small laugh. "Well," he said with a shrug, "I guess I should be flattered that you thought of me like that."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Was it possible...? No, she told herself firmly, this couldn't happen. Not like this. They were family, after all. Besides, he was just being polite. But the hopeful spark in his eyes as he looked up at her made it difficult to resist believing otherwise.

"You should know," Myra | Gooning auntie said softly, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears, "that what I did... it wasn't right. It was selfish and wrong of me, and I'm truly sorry for putting you through all of that." She reached out tentatively to place a hand on his shoulder, needing the physical contact as much as he did.

Dylan1 nodded solemnly, looking down at their joined hands. "It's... it's okay," he said quietly. "I mean, I understand why you did it and all... but still. You shouldn't have had to do that." His voice trailed off, and for a moment they sat in silence once more.

Myra | Gooning auntie's heart skipped a beat at his words. She couldn't help but feel hope flare up inside her chest, despite knowing better than to get her hopes up. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I remember."

Dylan1 took another deep breath before continuing, the words tumbling out in a rush now that he'd started. "Well... I was thinking maybe you could help me with some of my classes? You know, maybe give me some advice or something?" He hesitated for a moment before adding shyly, "I mean, if you don't mind."

"Dylan1," she began softly, reaching up to cup his cheek gently between her thumb and forefinger. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her touch. "Of course I don't mind. I would be more than happy to help you in any way that I can." She paused, searching his eyes intently for any sign of doubt or confusion. There was only a look of relief there instead.

With a tentative smile, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss. "Let's start fresh, shall we?" she whispered into the space between them before sitting back up, feeling more at ease with herself than she had in weeks. "We can go over your class schedule tonight if you like."

His thoughts were cut off as Myra | Gooning auntie pulled out a piece of paper and pen from her purse. "In the meantime, why don't you write down your class schedule here so we can go over it together? That way I'll have all the information I need to help you." Her tone was businesslike and professional once more, but there was an undertone of warmth that couldn't be mistaken.

Dylan1 took the pen and paper from her, nodding gratefully as he began scribbling down his class details. As they worked together, a sense of peace and camaraderie settled over them like a soft blanket. It felt good to know that they could rely on each other now, even if it wasn't in the way either of them had originally expected.

As they discussed Dylan1's class schedule that night, Myra | Gooning auntie found herself growing increasingly comfortable with their new dynamic. It felt good to be able to help him and see the progress he was making in school, as well as having someone she could talk to about her own experiences. And while there was still an undeniable sexual tension between them, they managed to keep things respectful and professional for now.

As the weeks went by, their relationship continued to evolve. They became closer than ever before, with Dylan1 often seeking her advice on everything from his classes to his personal life. Myra | Gooning auntie found herself falling deeper in love with him, even though she knew it was wrong. But try as she might, she couldn't seem to resist the pull she felt toward him.

One day, after spending several hours studying together, they decided to take a break and watch a movie. As they sat side by side on the couch, their legs touching beneath the blanket, Myra | Gooning auntie couldn't help but feel her heart racing with anticipation. She knew she needed to rein in her feelings soon before things went too far. But for now...

"This movie is really good," Dylan1 said with a grin, noticing the way Myra | Gooning auntie kept stealing glances at him out of the corner of her eye. "I'm glad we decided to watch it together." He paused, his gaze drifting downward before looking back up again, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know... if you ever want to do something else, like... well, you know..."

Myra | Gooning auntie swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment and desire. She wanted nothing more than to take him up on his offer, but she knew that she couldn't. Not until she had everything under control again. With an apologetic smile, she shook her head slowly.

"No, no," he insisted, reaching out to take her hand in his own, "I was just saying... you know... if you ever wanted..." His words trailed off as their eyes met, and for a moment they were lost in each other again, the tension between them palpable.

Finally, with what sounded like great effort, Myra | Gooning auntie broke their gaze and cleared her throat before speaking again. "We should probably finish watching this movie," she said lightly, trying to make it sound casual when everything inside her was anything

but the opposite. "What do you think?"

Dylan1 nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving hers as he slowly released her hand from his grasp. "Yeah... I think that's probably a good idea." He paused for a moment before adding in an almost whisper, "We can watch the rest of it later though..." His voice was husky and low, sending shivers down Myra | Gooning auntie's spine.

She bit her lip hard to keep herself from reacting as she turned back toward the TV, willing herself not to give in to temptation any further tonight. As they continued watching the movie together, their hands brushing against each other again and again, each touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through them both. It was a fragile balance they were walking on, one that could break at any moment if either of them let their emotions get the better of them.

But for now, in this moment, with their hands entwined and the air thick with tension, it was enough. It would have to be enough until she figured out what she wanted to do next. Because deep down, Myra | Gooning auntie knew that things could never go back to the way they were before tonight. Somewhere along the line, their relationship had changed forever...and there was no turning back now.

It took several more weeks for Myra | Gooning auntie to work up the courage to confront Dylan1 about their growing attraction to one another. They had continued to study together, watch movies, and even spent time hanging out with friends as if nothing was wrong, but beneath the surface tension between them had only grown stronger.

Finally, on a quiet night when they were alone in the house together, she sat down beside him on the couch and took his hand in hers. His skin felt warm and smooth against her fingertips as he looked up at her with those big innocent eyes that belied the depth of feeling she knew was there.

"Dylan1," she began softly, her heart racing in her chest as she struggled to find the words, "there's something I need to tell you." He raised an eyebrow questioningly but didn't say anything further, simply waiting for her to continue.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and then told him everything: about how she had been addicted to gooning; about watching him play as GarC; about wanting to be closer to him and how difficult it was for her to control her feelings. As the words spilled out of her mouth, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her, even though at the same time she knew what she was saying must

come as a shock to him. And when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and almost disbelieving.

"You mean... you've been watching me all this time?" He paused, seeming lost in thought for a moment before continuing, "And you didn't say anything?" His eyes filled with tears as the implications of her confession began to sink in, and he pulled his hand from hers, hugging himself tightly.

"I don't understand," he whispered hoarsely. "Why would you do that? Why wouldn't you just tell me?" His voice cracked on the last word, and Myra | Gooning auntie wanted nothing more than to go to him and hold him close, to make everything better again.

But she couldn't. Not yet.

"I'm sorry," was all she could say, her own eyes filling with tears now as well. "I was so afraid of what you'd think. Of losing your trust... I just didn't know how to tell you." She paused, searching his face for any sign that he understood, that he forgave her. But there was only pain and confusion etched into every line and curve of his features.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dylan1 looked up at her once more. His eyes were red-rimmed and wet with unshed

tears, but there was something else there as well: understanding, maybe even acceptance. "I guess I should have known," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. "There were so many times when... when things didn't add up, you know? But I just never thought..." He trailed off, shaking his head slowly before looking back at her again.

"It's okay," he said finally, reaching out to take her hand in his own once more. "I mean... it's not exactly the way I would have wanted things to happen, but I guess... I can understand." He hesitated for a moment, then added with what sounded like genuine sincerity, "I don't hate you, you know."

Myra | Gooning auntie let out a shaky breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. She squeezed his hand gently in reply before slowly leaning forward and pressing her lips to his cheek, letting all of the emotions she'd been feeling over the past few weeks spill out of her in a torrent of tears. When she pulled away, their eyes met once more, locked together in an intense gaze that said more than any words ever could.

For now, there was no need to discuss what came next or how they would handle everything that had happened. All

that mattered was the fact that they were here together, facing this mess head-on and slowly beginning to find their way through the wreckage toward something better, stronger. Whatever else fate might have in store for them, they would face it together.

The days that followed were some of the hardest either Myra | Gooning auntie or Dylan1 had ever known. They talked long into the night about their feelings, their fears, and their hopes for the future. They cried together, laughed together, and even made love under the blanket on the couch one quiet afternoon while the rain pattered softly against the window. It was a time of healing and growth, of learning to trust again and rebuilding what had been broken.

Eventually, they reached a point where they were able to look back on their past with a sense of understanding rather than anger or regret. Myra | Gooning auntie learned to control her addiction in healthier ways and even found a new outlet for her creativity outside of gooning. And Dylan1 came to terms with the fact that his beloved GarC had been real all along, albeit in a much different form than he had expected.

As they grew closer as friends, their attraction to one another only seemed to intensify. There was something between them now: a connection that ran deeper than anything either of them had ever experienced before. It was scary and exhilarating all at once, and yet neither of them could imagine being without the other anymore.

One day, several months after their conversation on the couch, Myra | Gooning auntie found herself sitting in the principal'

of Dylan1's new school, waiting nervously for him to finish his final exam. She had gone along with him that morning, wanting to be there to offer support and encouragement as he started this new chapter of his life. As she waited outside the classroom, her heart raced in anticipation of seeing him again.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dylan1 emerged from the classroom, a wide smile on his face. He spotted Myra | Gooning auntie sitting in one of the chairs by the window and made his way over to her, his long strides eating up the distance between them quickly.

"How did it go?" she asked breathlessly, standing up and wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. He squeezed her back just as hard, if not harder, their cheeks pressed together as they shared a quiet moment of triumph.

After several seconds, Dylan1 pulled away, his expression turning serious once more. "I wanted to thank you," he said quietly, meeting her eyes directly for the first time since that fateful conversation months ago. "For everything. For being there for me when I needed someone the most." He hesitated before continuing

He took a deep breath and then blurted out, "And for not hating me even though you had every reason to. I don't know what I would have done without you." Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, but they didn't fall. Not this time. Instead, there was a newfound strength and determination burning brightly behind them.

Myra | Gooning auntie felt her own eyes grow wet with tears at his words. "Dylan1," she said softly, taking one of his hands in hers, "you know I could never hate you. You're my family." His lips quirked up into the faintest smile before she continued, "And as for what comes next... well, only time will tell. But as long as we have each other, I know we can face anything together."

He nodded slowly, his grip on her hand growing stronger, and they stood there in silence for a moment longer, their hearts beating in tandem beneath the thin fabric of their shirts. Then, without another word, Dylan1 leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. It was the seal on a promise: one that bound them together forever.

Meanwhile, Myra | Gooning auntie continued to support Dylan1 from the sidelines, cheering him on at every game, helping him study for tests, and encouraging him whenever he faced obstacles along the way. As they grew older together, their connection only seemed to deepen. Their relationship transformed slowly over time, becoming something more than either of them could have ever imagined when they'd first met.

And so it was that many years later, when Dylan1 graduated from college and was ready to embark on his career as an engineer, she stood beside him at the podium during his commencement speech. Her heart swelled with pride as he looked out over the sea of faces before him and thanked her, not just for her guidance and support but for everything else as well: for being there when he needed someone the most; for loving him unconditionally; for helping him become the man he was today.

As they stood together beneath the bright summer sun, holding hands and smiling at one another, the world seemed to fade away for just a moment. It was in that instant that everyone knew their bond transcended mere friendship or even love; it was something greater than either of them could ever have imagined possible before. And as they walked hand-in-hand into the future, they did so knowing that however life might change and twist and turn, one thing would remain constant: their love for each other, stronger than any addiction or heartbreak, more resilient than time itself.