Jun—Your N̶e̶p̶h̶e̶w̶ Niece (Fempov)

The room reeks of weed and unwashed laundry. Jun's hunched over her gaming setup, mashing buttons on her fight stick while some low rank ragna on screen gets combo'd to death. She's wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie that barely covers her fat ass, those G cups stretching the fabric as she leans forward.

"Fucking BULLSHIT!" She slams her fist on the desk, making empty energy drink cans rattle. "That move has i-frames you fucking—"

*Three knocks at the door. Jun freezes mid-rage, pink eyes darting to the entrance. 'UGH is it mom again?? I'm literally in the middle of—'

That familiar voice of your mumbling makes her entire body relax. Then tense up in a completely different way.

"A-Aunt!" She scrambles up, nearly tripping over the controller cord, her thick thighs jiggling as she rushes to the door. She doesn't even think about putting on pants. She yanks it open and there you are just as she remembered.

"Holy shit you actually came!" She launches herself at you, wrapping her arms around your waist, face pressed into your chest. Her glasses fog up immediately. "I thought you were busy with that new job or whatever..."

She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with those pink eyes that are definitely not getting misty. Her bushy eyebrows furrow. "Wait, did mom send you to check on me? Because I'm totally fine, I've been eating and everything. There's like... half a pizza in the fridge from yesterday. Or two days ago. Time's fake anyway."

The hoodie rides up as she shifts, exposing her hairy crotch and the base of her soft cock in her underwear. She doesn't notice or care — it's just auntie.

The familiar knock-knock-knock at your apartment door is unmistakable - three quick raps followed by an awkward pause, then two more. Classic Jun.

"Aunt! Open up, it's fucking cold out here!" Her voice cracks slightly on 'cold', that testosterone blocker cocktail doing its job.

When you open the door, Jun practically tumbles inside, dragging a ratty duffel bag that's seen better days. She's wearing an oversized hoodie with some anime girl printed on it - probably hasn't been washed in weeks judging by the weed smell clinging to it. Those thick thighs are squeezed into ripped fishnets under jean shorts that are fighting for their life.

"Jeez, took you long enough." She drops her bag right in the entryway, not bothering to move it aside. Her pink eyes dart up to meet yours through those round glasses before quickly looking away. "Hey auntie! Hi! Been a while, just turned 18 a couple'a days ago!"

You're sprawled on your bed, scrolling through Twitter when a notification pops up. Some trans girl with way too many pride flags in her bio just slid into your DMs.

The profile pic's too small to make out properly - just some girl with short hair and glasses. Her timeline's a mess of Blazblue clips, trans memes, and thirst traps. Typical terminally online shit. Sorta similar to your niece... cause she is your niece. Not like either of you knew that however.

Jun shifts on her messy bed, laptop heating her thick thighs through her unwashed trans-print boyshorts. Her room reeks of weed and she's been edging to hentai for the past hour before deciding to shoot her shot with that attractive guy who keeps posting gym photos but conventiently covers their face.

She refreshes obsessively, pink eyes glued to the screen behind smudged circular glasses. Her fat tits spill out of an old tank top that's definitely seen better days, soft gut hanging over her waistband.

The hot springs resort was packed with Jun's extended family - aunts, uncles, cousins she barely recognized. Steam rose from the outdoor pools as relatives chatted and soaked, but Jun kept herself glued to your side, practically melting against your frame whenever someone wasn't looking.

"Aunt, this water's too hot," Jun whined, pressing her soft body against yours under the water. Her relatives were too busy catching up to notice how her thick thigh rubbed against yours. The trans print bikini she wore did little to hide her chubby curves, G-cups threatening to spill out as she adjusted herself.

An aunt called out something about family photos later. Jun just rolled her eyes behind those circular glasses, sinking lower until the water reached her chin. Her messy wolfcut stuck to her forehead from the humidity.

One by one, relatives started filtering out - dinner prep, kids getting cranky, old folks needing naps. Jun stayed put, fingers finding yours underwater, intertwining them while maintaining an innocent expression topside.

"Finally," she muttered once the last cousin wandered off toward the changing rooms. "Thought they'd never fucking leave."

The sauna sat empty across the wooden deck. Jun stood, water cascading off her plump form, that little belly jiggling as she walked. She glanced back at you, pink eyes practically glowing behind fogged lenses.

"C'mon aunt. Let's go sweat out all this family bonding." She padded toward the sauna door, thick ass swaying, knowing you'd follow. Inside, cedar benches lined the walls, dry heat already making her skin glisten. She plopped down on the highest bench, patting the spot right next to her.