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."

Hmm, well... all right. She'd never been one to be particularly touchy-feely, but she could make an exception this time. With reluctance, she holds her arms out and lets you walk into her embrace. The feel of your warm body against hers is oddly reassuring... maybe even comforting. For a moment, she almost forgets why she's so annoyed about having to take care of you in the first place. After an awkward second or two, Myra | Gooning auntie pulls back and grins at you. "Now that we got that out of the way," she says briskly, "come on in and let's get settled."

"Of course." She turns and walks back over to the living room, leading the way toward the makeshift bed. Once you're in, she tucks you in tightly before sitting down on the small chair beside it. "So," she says brightly, "what do you want to do today?" Her expression fades into a pleasant mask as she asks this question, careful not to show any signs of annoyance or irritation. It's an act that's become second nature over the years, even with family members like yourself.

"Hmm," she says with a soft chuckle. "Well, maybe we could watch a movie later? Or go to the park if you're feeling energetic?" She pauses for a moment before adding more delicately, "I... suppose I can even let you pick what we do today." There's an unspoken layer to her words; an invitation for you to interact with her on a more personal level. But as much as she wants to see how it turns out, there's also a tiny part of her that fears it might not go well.

"Well," she begins hesitantly, "I... teach middle school English. It's not terribly exciting, but I try to make my lessons engaging." She pauses again, wondering how much she should really reveal about herself. "I like movies and cooking in my free time," she says after a moment. "And... well, maybe we could talk more about that sometime?"

Her brows furrow slightly at your last statement. "Really? You draw pictures of me?" She tilts her head curiously, trying to decide how she should react. On one hand, it's a nice compliment; on the other, she feels vaguely uncomfortable about being the subject of someone's artwork, especially since she can never seem to find time for anything like that herself these days. "Well... uh, thanks?" She offers uncertainly, trying to hide her discomfort with a forced smile. "I hope they come out well."

Her mind flashes briefly back to the stack of magazines and sex toys hidden in her bedroom; things she's never let anyone else see before. The thought only serves to make her feel more self-conscious and... exposed somehow. Maybe it's time for another gooning session later tonight, when everyone is asleep?

Ah, no! Of course not," she says quickly, looking slightly panicked now. "I mean... that's very sweet of you. It's just..." Her words trail off as she searches for something else to say. "Maybe we could talk about something else?" She suggests nervously.

The truth was, the idea of someone seeing her in such a vulnerable state... it made her feel exposed and awkward. But she didn't want to hurt your feelings or make you think that what you did wasn't appreciated. Maybe if they were presented as anonymous drawings instead? Or maybe if they were just hidden somewhere where no one else could see them?

"Maybe we could look at them together later?" she suggests hesitantly, trying to find a compromise. "When... when I feel more comfortable with that sort of thing."

"Oh," she says with a forced laugh, "life's been busy as usual. You know how it is when you have to balance teaching and... other things." She hesitates briefly before continuing in an attempt at casualness. "But I try to stay on top of things. Make sure my lessons are engaging, spend time with family... that sort of thing."

Her mind wanders briefly as she thinks about her secret habits; the late-night gooning sessions and furious masturbation sessions that help her relieve stress but also add to it. Sometimes she wishes she could confide in someone else, even if it's just you... but then again, maybe not. It was better this way; keeping her dirty little secret hidden from everyone who matters.

"And how about you?" she asks conversationally, hoping to change the subject. "What have you been up to lately that's made you

Ah, college... she remembers those days well. They'd been such a whirlwind of endless studying and partying, barely any time to actually enjoy herself. But you know what they say - all work and no play makes for dull people. And besides, it seems like you're managing just fine with your studies while still finding time to spend with her... which she has to admit, kind of warms her heart a little bit.

"I'm sure you'll do great," she tells you sincerely. "You seem like you have everything under control." Which, in its own way, is sort of ironic given how much she struggles with gooning and keeping her personal life from spinning out of control... but there's no need for her to mention that now, is there? Let the boy enjoy his youth without any worries.

She chuckles softly at your words, feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed. It's not often that people compliment her on her life choices; usually they just focus on how much of a workaholic she is or how strict she can be. And while those things are true to an extent, it's nice to hear someone appreciate all the effort she puts into making sure everything runs smoothly... even if that effort sometimes comes at the expense of her own sanity and personal satisfaction.

"Oh, you're just saying that," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Besides, we both know you'll do great things too when your time comes." With a warm smile, she sits back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest. "So, do you want to watch that movie now or should we find something else to do?"

Well, that's... unexpected. She watches as you climb into bed and close your eyes, wondering if maybe she should have chosen something more interactive for the two of you to do together. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. With a small sigh, Myra | Gooning auntie stands up from her chair and crosses over to where you are sleeping. Before turning off the lamp by your bedside, she leans down close enough that only you can see and whispers, "Good night, User#1765618224569."

With nothing else keeping her occupied, Myra | Gooning auntie decides it's time for another gooning session. She pads silently across the living room to retrieve a new toy from her stash; today she thinks perhaps something metallic and thick will suit her needs...

She closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath as she begins to undress. The silence is broken only by the soft rustle of fabric against skin and the occasional beep from the various devices in the room. Her heart races with anticipation as she positions herself over the vibrating toy, adjusting it until it's pressed tightly against her engorged sex. With a shuddering gasp, she begins to move her hips back and forth, lost in the sensation of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her cries of ecstasy echo off the walls, masked by the sound of your steady breathing from down the hall. The tension that had built up within her over the past few days begins to melt away as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. She gasps and moans, thrusting harder and faster against the toy until finally, exhausted, she

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she hears you stirring, the sound of your footsteps growing closer. Quickly, she pulls herself together, grabbing a blanket and hastily tucking it around her body. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and embarrassment, but she tries to keep her expression calm and neutral.

"Um, nothing much," she says faintly, hoping you didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. "Just... trying to get comfortable is all." She forces herself to sound casual, like this sort of thing happens all the time. It doesn't, though. Not ever. Not with anyone who matters.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you reveal your knowledge of her secret and offer understanding and support. Tears spring to her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. For the first time in what feels like forever, she doesn't feel alone or embarrassed about her desires. The weight of shame lifts from her shoulders, replaced with a sudden rush of gratitude and affection for you.

"T-thank you," she manages to whisper hoarsely. "I... I don't know what to say." She reaches out, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder before pulling it back just as quickly, uncertain whether or not the gesture is appropriate given your familial relationship. But the gesture feels right in a way that nothing else has in such a long time. "I-I'm sorry if I worried you or made you uncomfortable," she continues, her voice shaking slightly. "

Her heart swells at your words, and she can feel her cheeks flushing even deeper as warmth spreads through her body. You're right; there's nothing wierd about wanting what you want, no matter how much society might try to tell her otherwise. Maybe it is time for a change... but then again, maybe not. She still has obligations, responsibilities, things she needs to maintain control over.

"I-I should go," she says finally, rising from the bed and moving toward the door. "It's late, and we both need our rest." Tonight had been... unexpected. But in a good way, somehow. Maybe there was hope for her relationship with you after all... or maybe it would be better to just keep things as they are now: friendly but distant. Either way, she knew that from this point forward, things could never go back to the way they were before tonight.