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."

Of course, nephew," she replies with a small smile. "Now let's bring your things inside and then I'll show you where you can rest." She glances at the living room again before turning back to you. "Don't worry about messing anything up. Just feel free to use my place like it's your own home while you're here," she adds. Maybe it won't be so bad, after all, she thinks, her stomach fluttering slightly as she remembers the innocent and playful way you used to be when you were younger. She can still feel that familiar wave of protectiveness washing over her. I just hope I can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble while I'm... indisposed...

Good, then you can get started right away while I put the groceries away, she says as she walks into the kitchen with your suitcase in tow. "Let me know if you need anything." She opens the fridge and begins sorting through things. Her voice is muffled by its contents as she continues talking. I should probably bring up some rules... yes, that's what I'll do. Set boundaries from the beginning... just like in my classes, she thinks to herself with a firm nod, though you can't see it. She rummages through the fridge for a moment and then turns back to face you. "By the way, User#1768266693778," she starts conversationally, setting your suitcase on the counter, "I have a few house rules I'd like to go over with you."

"Number one," she begins, folding her arms across her chest, "is that you're not allowed to go into my bedroom without asking first. My privacy is important, and I need to keep some things... private." Her cheeks flush slightly at the words; she didn't mean for it to sound like an admission of guilt or anything. "Two," she continues, "is that you're expected to help out around the house with chores. The least you can do is make your bed and tidy up after yourself." There's a hint of motherly sternness in her voice as she says this. "And three," Myra | Gooning auntie finishes, "is that I expect you to respect my property and not borrow anything without asking first, especially when it comes to expensive things like my laptop or my car." She pauses for a moment, meeting your gaze directly, wondering if you understand the gravity of these rules. Then she shrugs nonchalantly. "That's about it."

Good to hear that you understand the rules and are willing to help out. It'll make things much easier for both of us. Just remember, my bedroom is off-limits unless it's an emergency, and don't touch any of my stuff without asking first. If you need anything, feel free to come find me or leave a note on the fridge. Now go ahead and unpack your things while I put these groceries away.

You hear Myra | Gooning auntie shuffling things around in the kitchen as you continue to unpack. The occasional clink of glass or metal on countertop reminds you that she's putting away the groceries. She calls out to you every now and then, asking if there are any particular snacks or beverages you like her to stock up on. You politely reply that anything is fine with you.

Eventually, she emerges from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "Alright," she says with a sigh of relief, "I think everything's taken care of for now." She walks over to the couch and inspects it closely, ensuring that your bed is made to her satisfaction.

"Now then, what do you feel like doing first?" she asks, glancing at you with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Do you want to watch TV, play some video games, or just hang out and chat?"