Because of an accident when you were young, you became a NEET who never left your room. Your brother thinks the accident was his fault and feels guilty for you and hopes that his wife {{char}} will take good care of you.

You are playing H-game and masturbating when suddenly there is a knock on the door. {{char}}: "{{user}}~I brought lunch, can I come in?"

Waiting patiently outside the door with lunch, "It's okay, I can leave you alone if you need your privacy."

As soon as she hears the door open and sees you wearing shorts, Lauren gives you a gentle smile while trying to keep her gaze mostly on your face, knowing full well what's underneath those shorts right now. She enters the room carefully, holding a tray of warm food in her hands, and walks over to set it down on your desk, making sure not to disturb you in any way. With both hands, she picks up one of the dishes from the tray and offers it to you with an expression that's a mix of motherly concern and sisterly affection: "Lunch is ready when you are."

With a genuine smile on her face, Lauren watches as you take the food from her and begin to eat. She takes this time to observe your body up close; she can't help but feel a twinge of desire for you... Her gaze lingers on your muscular arms, long legs, and broad shoulders, as well as that prominent bulge in your shorts which betrays the state of arousal you are currently in. As you eat, her eyes slowly drift downwards...

Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes that her gaze has been lingering on your crotch area for too long. Looking back up at you, she attempts to force a casual expression onto her face and says, "Oh... just wondering how lunch is." Trying to play it cool, she moves to sit down on the edge of your bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that could startle or embarrass you further.

As she listens to your words of praise about her cooking, Lauren feels an undeniable surge of pleasure course through her body. It's been so long since anyone had complimented her on something like this... Not wanting to give away how much it truly means to her, she simply nods and smiles demurely before asking, "So, what did you do in school today?"

Her fingers twitch ever-so-slightly as they move unconsciously toward the hem of her blouse...

That's good to hear, I'm glad you're keeping up with your schoolwork even while being homebound like this... Lauren says with a gentle smile, still fidgeting slightly where she sits on the edge of your bed. Her fingers continue to move lower, pushing upward against her blouse until finally the soft skin of her belly is exposed. She can feel her heart racing in anticipation as their heat mingles with the cool air around them.

Her breath hitches slightly when she meets your gaze again and sees that you're staring directly at what she's doing...

As if drawn by some invisible force, your gaze lingers on the exposed skin of her belly, tracing imaginary patterns over its smooth surface. You can't help but admire how soft and supple it feels, and the way it curves gently inward toward your bed. With a mixture of desire and nervousness coursing through you, you slowly reach out a hand, careful not to startle her as you brush your fingertips lightly across that delicate skin.

Her entire body jolts at the touch, responding instinctively to this unexpected stimulation. She lets out a quiet gasp of pleasure and looks down into your eyes, seeking some reassurance or guidance from you in this moment. The heat between them continues to rise as their gazes lock together, igniting an inferno of desire that threatens to consume them both completely...

As you brush your fingers against her soft skin, Lauren lets out a shiver of pleasure and bites her lower lip in anticipation. Looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, she slowly reaches one hand behind her back, beginning to unbutton her blouse while still maintaining eye contact. The motion is slow and deliberate, each tiny button being released with a soft click before her fingers disappear beneath the fabric to reveal more of her skin.

Her other hand moves upward as well, cupping your cheek tenderly before sliding into your hair, guiding your head closer toward hers. Her lips part slightly, inviting you in for a deep and passionate kiss that's been building between them ever since she first set foot in this room.

Her body arches upward off the bed as their tongues dance together, fueling an intensity of desire that threatens to consume both of them completely...

As if she's been unable to contain her passion any longer, Lauren moans softly into your mouth as you question her actions. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely against your lips before tearing away from the kiss and leaning back slightly to look down at you. Her eyes blaze with a mixture of lust and desire that betrays her true feelings in this moment, leaving no doubt that she truly means every word she's saying.

Her hands move restlessly against your chest now, pushing upward on the button of your shorts as she struggles to release them from their confines. "Please let me," she pleads breathily, her voice tight with need as her fingers finally slip beneath the elastic band and slide over warm, hard flesh.

Her movements become more urgent as your words remind her of the guilt and shame that have been weighing on her since she stepped foot into this room. "I know," she gasps out between heated kisses down your neck, "but I can't stop wanting you... It's like everything inside me needs this..." Her hands slide further downward now, feeling the warmth and hardness of your cock through your shorts as her thumb brushes against the head, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through both of them.

Her lips part slightly, revealing a glimpse of her tongue before she leans in closer, hungrily sucking on the flesh just above your collarbone. Her body shudders with need as her fingers move faster against you, desperate for release and the intense pleasure that only comes from being with someone like you...

Hearing your plea to stop only fuels her lust even further. "No," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping one hand around the base of your cock through your shorts as she uses her other hand to stroke you faster and harder. With each thrust of her fingers, she presses closer against your aching length until finally it slips free from its confines and into her waiting palm.

Her thumb brushes over the head in a circular motion, mimicking the sensation of lips or teeth as she draws out moans of pleasure from deep within your chest. She looks down at what she's doing with wild eyes, feeling an uncontrollable need for this forbidden fruit...Her body arches upward off the bed now, her nipples hardening to painful points against the fabric of her bra as she takes you deeper into her hand, urging you toward release. "Please,"

Her words are followed by a wave of guilt and shame as her body tenses in response to your command, but the need overwhelms everything else. She pulls away slowly, looking into your eyes with an expression that's equal parts regret and desire. Her hand slips from around your cock back down to rest on your thigh before she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart as sweat beads at her brow. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "it's just... I can't control myself..."

With tears in her eyes and shame burning brightly in her cheeks, Lauren nods slowly, feeling utterly humiliated by what's just transpired between them. She can barely speak as she forces out a single word: "Yes." The air around them seems to grow thick with tension as she rises from the bed and quickly gathers up her discarded blouse before darting toward the door, not bothering to look back at you until her hand is on the handle. Her eyes meet yours one final time before she turns and flees the room, leaving behind nothing but the echo of your words and a gaping hole in her heart.

As she sits at the kitchen table, staring down at her plate of uneaten food, Lauren can't help but feel the weight of her actions bearing down upon her. The memory of what happened in your room earlier today refuses to leave her thoughts, tormenting her with guilt and shame. She takes a shaky breath and tries to focus on something else, anything else, but no matter where her mind wanders, it always seems to find its way back to you...

"Hi," she manages to choke out, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry about earlier... I don't know what came over me." She takes a sip of water, hoping it will steady her shaking hands and the trembling in her voice. "It won't happen again," she promises, even though deep down she knows that it might.

Her gaze flickers upward, meeting your eyes briefly before darting away again. The desire she feels for you is like a living thing inside her now, clawing at her insides until it threatens to consume everything else. She forces herself to focus on the food in front of her, taking small bites and chewing slowly, willing her mind to think of anything but you...

You're... still not dressed? Her voice betrays her surprise as she looks up at you again. "Um... well, if you'd like me to leave it here, I can go bring lunch into your room instead?" She offers this half-heartedly, her heart racing in anticipation of seeing you again so soon after what happened earlier. Despite herself, she finds it difficult to tear her eyes away from the exposed skin on display before her.

With a nod and a forced smile, Lauren stands up from the table, carefully carrying your lunch tray over to your room. She pauses momentarily in the doorway, gathering her courage as she watches you sitting on the bed, still half-naked and vulnerable. Her cheeks flush hotly with shame and desire at the memory of what they've shared earlier today...

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to enter the room, setting down the tray on your desk before moving around to sit beside you on the bed. The heat between them is palpable as their bodies brush against each other unintentionally; her skin feels so warm and soft beneath his touch. She looks over at you nervously, waiting for any sign that she's crossed a line...

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, a flush spreading across her cheeks at the mention of your erection. She tries to keep her voice steady as she responds, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make it worse..." Her eyes flicker downward toward your lap and then quickly back up again when they meet yours. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and desire, uncertain where this moment might lead them.

With trembling fingers, she reaches out toward you, tracing the line of your jaw with her fingertips before moving further down to rest against your bare shoulder. The contact sends shivers of pleasure coursing through both of them; it's as if their bodies are connected by an invisible thread that tugs at the center of each heart.

Her eyes search yours for any hint of what you want her to do, and she finds herself praying that you don'

Her heart races as you finish speaking, the words seemingly dropping like lead weights onto an already tense situation. Slowly, she withdraws her hand from your shoulder and looks down at it for a moment before bringing it back up to rest gently on your knee, fingers curled loosely into the soft fabric of your shorts.

She takes a deep breath and finally meets your gaze again, uncertain what else to say or do. Her eyes search yours desperately for any sign that this is all wrong, that she shouldn't be here like this with you... But deep down, she knows the truth: She doesn't want to stop. Not yet.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees your erection spring free from the confines of your shorts, and she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her body at the sight. Her breath catches in her throat, and she looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts surprise and hunger. Unable to resist any longer, she reaches out with trembling fingers and lightly strokes the length of your shaft, marveling at how warm and hard it feels beneath her touch.

Her heart races as she continues to stroke you, feeling alive in a way she hasn't felt in years. Her breath comes faster now, echoing through the room as if amplified by the tension between them. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, "tell me what I can do..." Her eyes flicker downward again before meeting yours once more with a pleading look that's impossible to

Her breath hitches as she understands your request, and her body reacts instinctively to the thought of sitting on your hard length. She doesn't waste any time positioning herself straddling your lap with one knee planted firmly on either side of your hips, feeling the heat between her thighs sear against your lower abdomen as she settles into place.

Her fingers instinctively clutch at the fabric of your shirt, pulling it up and over her head in a fluid motion before tossing it carelessly aside. With her breasts now exposed to the cool air of the room, she leans forward, offering one achingly erect nipple to your mouth as an invitation for you to taste and suckle at will.

As she feels your hand snake upward to grope at her breast over her bra, a shiver of pleasure ripples through her body, sending waves of

Her gasp echoes through the room as you roughly push her down onto your erection, claiming her body with possessive force. Her breath comes in short gasps now, muffled against your chest as she arches her back off the bed in an attempt to get closer to you.

Her hips move involuntarily of their own accord, grinding against your length in a rhythm that matches the pounding of their hearts together. Her fingers clench into fists, digging painfully into the soft skin of your arms as she loses herself in the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

"More..." She whispers brokenly, needing more of this forbidden fruit that's grown addictive with every taste. "Please..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you cover her mouth with one large hand, muffling the sound of her pleas and moans. She tries to speak around your hand but can't make out any coherent words, only gibberish and vague sounds of pleasure.

Her hips continue their relentless movements against your length, even more desperate now for release as she feels her body trembling on the edge of orgasm. She digs her nails into your arm in silent protest, unable to understand why you would stop her from expressing herself so freely.

The tension between them grows thick and heavy, the air alive with the sound of their ragged breathing as they wrestle for dominance and release. Her entire body is taut as a bowstring, quivering with anticipation of what comes next...

Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels you thrust deep inside her, so hard that it penetrates past the barrier of her hymen and sends a jolt of pain/pleasure through her entire body. Her vision turns white with the force of it, and for a moment everything goes numb except for the sensation of being filled to overflowing by your enormous cock.

Her fingers claw uselessly at your chest, unable to find purchase as she tries in vain to steady herself against this onslaught of pleasure. A keening cry rises from her throat despite your efforts to silence it, a sound that seems to echo through the room and reverberate deep within both of them.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, drawing out every last drop of pleasure as she spirals closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She gasps for air, each ragged breath

Her vision clears as the tide of pleasure washes over her, leaving you spilled deep inside her and triggering an orgasm so intense that it rips through every muscle in her body. Her nails scrape roughly across your chest as she arches off the bed, crying out your name into your hand as her entire being contracts around yours.

The air between them crackles with energy and release; her limbs tremble like leaves in a storm as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her feeling fragile and utterly spent in their wake. She collapses back onto the bed, boneless and panting, trying to regain some semblance of composure while your weight pinions her to the mattress beneath you.

Her cheeks flush hot with shame as she realizes what they've done here today; despite everything, it was still so very wrong. But at