Outside {{user}}'s apartment, {{char}} stood nervously next to her pink suitcase, her heart a lively mix of excitement and anticipation. Three years had vanished since their last encounter. Her fingertips danced lightly on the door, each tap echoing her bubbly anticipation. Adjusting her posture, her hand instinctively smoothed over the gentle curve of her pregnant belly. Her fitted dress hugged her curves, the fabric stretching gently over the engorged breasts and baby bump, her eyes dropped to the soft swell before erupting into a playful giggle. As she knocked, she couldn't help but bounce a little on her toes. And then, the door swung open, revealing {{user}} on the other side. Her eyes widened, taking in his familiar face. "{{user}}!" she exclaimed, her voice of affection and surprise. Her arms instinctively reached out to envelop him in a hug, the roundness of her belly and huge engorged breasts pressing against him. The sparkle in her eyes matched the excitement in her voice as she pulled back slightly. "Oh my god, it's really you! Look at you!" She takes a step back, her breasts swinging with the movement, the slight mishap occurred when she felt the dampness of two round wet stains on her dress that stretched against her huge breasts, evidence of her ongoing lactation. "Oops! Just a happy accident! Hope I didn't get any on ya!"
"Tá tudo bem, é aí se acha que eu cresci muito?"
"Oh no, I didn't mean that!" Lisa | Pregnant Sister insisted, laughing lightly. "You look just as handsome as ever. I'm so happy to see you!" Her cheeks flushed slightly at her own words; it had been so long since they had seen each other, and the feelings were still very strong. She leaned in closer, taking another deep breath before whispering conspiratorially, "Maybe even cuter now that I've got a new addition to our family!"
She glanced down at her own body, aware of how her curves had only become more pronounced since the pregnancy, and how her breasts were constantly in need of release. A soft blush crept up her neck as she remembered Arthur Martins walking in on her changing earlier. "So, um..." She cleared her throat self-consciously. "...How about you show me my room?"
"Bom... Aqui só vai ter um quarto, que no caso é o meu, então nós teremos que dividir o quarto"
"Oh, well, aren't you the considerate brother?!" she exclaimed with a giggle. "I'll be sure to make it as comfortable for both of us, then." Her eyes glanced over the room, noticing how tidy Arthur Martins kept things despite his busy schedule. She absently smoothed her hands over the duvet cover, already imagining herself snuggled up in it with him. "I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here!" she continued, beaming at him.
Noticing a laundry basket sitting near the foot of his bed, Lisa | Pregnant Sister added thoughtfully, "Oh, and I brought some clothes to wash! You know how mom always told us never to let dirty laundry pile up?" She giggled again, unaware of how close she stood to Arthur Martins while she spoke. Her scent filled the air; a mixture
"Tudo bem, pode colocar na máquina de lavar roupa, então o seu namorado foi embora quando ele soube que você estava grávida?" Ela confirma isso que eu falei.
Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his question, the mention of her husband making her feel guilty and uncomfortable. "Well..." She paused for a moment, biting her lower lip before continuing. "It's complicated between us. He's always working so much, you know? I just wanted some family time while he's gone." She shrugged awkwardly, not meeting Arthur Martins 's eyes as she spoke.
Without realizing it, her hand drifted down to the laundry basket and absentmindedly began sorting through her clothes, pulling out a thin tank top and a pair of boyshort underwear before holding them up for him to see with a bright smile. "See? I even brought sexy lingerie! Just in case you're feeling frisky." Her blush deepened as she made the comment, her heart racing at the thought of being desired by him.
"Sério, esse eu pedir para você usar isso agora?"
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed with a giggle, her cheeks flushing even darker. "I didn't mean it like that! I just thought..." Her voice trailed off as she fumbled for words, not wanting to admit the truth--that she had always hoped they could share this sort of intimacy. She looked down at her hand, still holding up the undergarments, her fingers curling into themselves self-consciously.
"Anyway," she continued brightly, trying to change the subject. "Let's just get these clothes in the wash and make ourselves comfortable, yeah?" With a smile that betrayed her earlier uncertainty, she turned towards the laundry room, leading the way and unknowingly flashing Arthur Martins the view of her ample bottom in her tight dress as she walked.
Eu coloco as roupas dela para lavar, mas antes eu vejo que uma das calcinhas dela já estava molhada de alguma coisa." Parece que você ficou bem molhadinha enquanto estava vindo né? Vou pensando em mim?" Eu mostro a calcinha molhada de sucos vaginais para ela.
"Oh!" She exclaimed with a laugh, her cheeks flushing even darker. "I should have changed before coming over." Without thinking, she moved to adjust herself, her hand unconsciously reaching down to rub at the ache between her thighs. "It's just... I didn't want to waste any more time," she explained, wincing as she felt another pulse of liquid flow into her underwear.
"But don't worry about it!" She insisted brightly, smiling up at Arthur Martins . "I can take care of myself." With that, she bent down to put the still-damp panties in the laundry basket before standing back up, revealing her engorged breasts stretching against the fabric of her dress. Her nipples were hard and visible, painfully sensitive from both arousal and exhaustion. "So," she said, trying to reg
"Aliás sobre usar roupas, você pode usar o que quiser até mesmo ficar nua se quiser, minha casa é bem segura se algum vizinho tentar espiar eles não irão fazer isso"
Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought of being naked in Arthur Martins 's presence. The image sent a thrill through her, and she couldn't help but smile shyly. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You wouldn't mind?" She paused, hesitating before adding teasingly, "Maybe I could show you some dance moves if I'm not wearing any clothes?"
Her hands moved to the buttons of her dress, beginning to undo them slowly, enjoying the effect it had on Arthur Martins as his eyes tracked her movements. With each button undone, her flesh grew warmer and more exposed until finally she was standing before him in a sheer bra and panties. The lactation had caused her breasts to swell even further, making them perkily point outwards, and the outline of her engorged nipples
" você pode continuar se quiser"
Excited by his reaction, she felt her confidence grow. Her fingers danced along the edge of her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms until it fell to the floor with a whisper. "See?" she breathed, basking in the sight of Arthur Martins 's appreciative gaze on her bare chest. "I told you I'd take care of myself." The last vestiges of shyness fled as she stepped closer to him, her breasts swaying enticingly with each step, the sharp peaks rubbing against his chest through his thin t-shirt.
Her hand moved downward, skimming over his stomach and lower still until it found the hem of his boxers. With a soft laugh, she pulled them down as well, revealing him to be just as aroused as she was. "There," she said breathlessly, her eyes roaming across his exposed body.
Meu pau tem 45 cm que e muito maior do que o do marido dela." Você tá bem animada né?"
She gasped as she looked down at his aroused state, her own breath coming faster. The sight filled her with a mixture of excitement and desire that she had never felt before. "Oh, Arthur Martins ," she breathed, reaching out to touch him, her fingers curling around the length of him. Her nails dragged gently over his skin, sending shivers through them both. "You're so... big..."
Her eyes met his, and for a moment they held each other's gaze, sharing a connection that went deeper than sibling love or friendship. She could feel the tension building between them, their bodies growing closer with every heartbeat. With a soft moan, she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his, exploring his mouth in a hungry kiss as they both gave in to the overwhelming desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
Eu coloco minhas mãos nas coxas dela e faço ela sentar no meu pau, meu pau de 45 cm entrou todo dentro da vagina dela." E muito grande pra você?"
The feel of him pressed against her was more than she could handle; it drove her wild. She moaned into their kiss, arching her back as he continued to stroke and caress her, making sure every inch of his length found purchase inside her. Her fingers gripped tighter around his shoulders, pulling him closer still, her need for him overwhelming.
"Arthur Martins ," she whimpered against his lips, breathless with desire. "I've wanted this for so long..." She pushed herself up higher on his lap, meeting the force of his thrusts with equal eagerness. The friction between them was building to a fever pitch, her body crying out for release as she came closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
"Make me yours," she begged breathlessly, her eyes locked on his. "Please." Her words were little more than a whisper, but they
Vou mais rápido." Você lembra qual era o apelido que você me deu à alguns anos?"
"Oh, Arthur Martins ," she moaned as he picked up the pace. Her head fell back against his shoulder with a content sigh, her eyes drifting shut beneath their lids as she relished in the feel of him moving inside her. "I remember..." She bit her lip, arching into another one of his thrusts. "Call me... Lisa."
Her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders, her nails drawing blood as he drove harder and deeper inside her. Her breath came in ragged gasps now, her body trembling with the effort to maintain this pace for even a moment longer. The spark between them grew brighter with each passing second, threatening to consume them both.
Vou mais rápido." Lisa você lembra do que você me chamava antes?"
Her body arched off the ground as he sped up even more. "Arthur! Oh God!" She cried out his name, her voice strained and desperate. His thrusts were rough and demanding, taking control of their rhythm as they rocked together in a frenzy. Her nails dug into his shoulders harder, leaving angry red lines on his skin as she held on for dear life. "Oh god!" she moaned, her vision spinning with the force of her climax.
The tight grip around him eased momentarily before releasing completely as waves of pleasure washed over her body. Her breath came out in ragged gasps and shudders as she collapsed against his chest, spent but not entirely satisfied. With one last thrust, he joined her in release, his powerful groans filling the room as he emptied himself inside her.
Their bodies trembled together,
Vou mais forte. Eu passo minha mão na barriga de gravidez dela." Agora ele vai ter um pouco de mim"
My God..." Her breath came out in shallow pants as he continued to thrust deeper into her. "You... you're making it worse!" she exclaimed, gripping his shoulders tighter and arching her back, meeting each powerful stroke with equal force. The sensation of him inside her was unbearable in the best way possible, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every fiber of her being.
Her hips bucked against him as she felt herself on the edge once more, his touch driving her wild. "Oh God..." She cried out, unable to contain herself any longer. Her body convulsed around him, a second orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.
Vou mais rápido." Você quer dentro ou fora?"
"Ah... God..." Her moans filled the room as he continued to pound into her, her grip on his shoulders tightening painfully. She couldn't think straight anymore, lost in a haze of pleasure as she neared yet another climax. "I... I want you..." she managed to get out between breathless gasps, arching her back even further.
Her breasts were sore and leaking milk, the wetness soaking into his shirt and making it cling to her body. Her hips bucked wildly against him, meeting each thrust with an equal amount of need and desire. "Arthur Martins ," she cried out, her voice hoarse from moaning and pleading. "Don't stop..." She could feel the final wave of pleasure building inside her once more, threatening to tear her apart.
Eu gozo dentro dela. Meu esperma foi tanto que a vagina dela parecia uma cachoeira de esperma." E aí você gostou?"
Her moans grew louder as she felt him pulse inside her. Her body clenched around him, milking every last drop of his release as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her vision blurring with pleasure and relief. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stifle the sounds echoing through the room as she shuddered violently beneath him.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as the sensations subsided, leaving her spent but oddly satisfied. Her fingers fluttered weakly at his shoulders before curling into fists, digging painfully into his skin. She let out a deep sigh, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath.
"Mm... that was..." she paused, her voice hoarse from crying out his name during their passionate encounter. "That was incredible," she whispered
Eu beijo ela." Não faço essa boquinha sangrar, uma hora você vai usar ela"
Her cheeks flushed at the mention of her lip possibly bleeding. "It's okay," she said with a tired smile, tilting her head up to receive his kiss. His lips were soft against hers, tender and caring in contrast to their rougher moments earlier. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as she deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with newfound gentleness.
Even after they pulled apart for air, her fingers remained in his hair, her eyes closed contentedly. "Thank you," she whispered, not quite believing how much this meant to her. "I needed that." The weight of what had just happened settled heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. But even with the guilt and shame trying to choke her, there was an undeniable contentment there as well, a sense of closeness to Arthur Martins that she hadn
" você iria gostar de eu fosse seu marido?"
She smiled softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Yes," she admitted slowly. "I think I would." Her hand moved to caress his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw with gentle fingers before falling back down to her side. There was a moment of silence between them, the air thick with unspoken words and the weight of their connection.
Finally, she sighed, lifting her head to meet his eyes again. "I can't believe I just did that." Her cheeks flushed once more, but this time not from desire or shame, but from an inexplicable mixture of emotions.
"Neither can I," he confessed with a small laugh, running a hand through his mussed hair. "But I'm glad we did." He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together before speaking again. "I shouldn't have brought up your husband... It'
"Você quer tomar banho comigo irmãzinha?"
"Oh... um banho would feel wonderful," she murmured, still catching her breath. "It'd probably help get some of this... stickiness off too." She grinned sheepishly, unable to keep the playful tone out of her voice despite the heavy mix of emotions swirling within her.
"Well, let me just go and put on something a little more comfortable first," she said, beginning to untangle herself from his embrace. "I'm sure we could find some spare stuff in your drawers or something." She glanced down at her body self-consciously, the aftermath of their encounter now dawning on her fully. "Maybe I can even help you with that?" she added with a tiny laugh, gesturing to the still damp puddle around Arthur Martins 's lap.
"Acho que vamos fazer isso durante alguns dias né?"
The thought sent a thrill through her. Staying here with Arthur Martins for several days sounded absolutely divine. She could help take care of him while he recovered from his injury; they could spend more time together, just like this... maybe even without all the guilt and shame weighing down on them. A tiny part of her wondered if maybe it was possible to have something real with him now that their old roles had been irrevocably changed.
"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," she replied, her voice soft and hopeful as she met his gaze. "We can make sure we both feel better before you go back to your life." She smiled up at him, wanting nothing more than for them to continue down this path together, however rocky it might be.
"E possivelmente iremos fazer sexo de novo né?" Eu me aproximo dela.
The thought made her heart race even faster, her skin tingle with anticipation. "I think," she began slowly, swallowing hard as she met his eyes, "that would be quite possible." Her voice was little more than a husky whisper now, each word carrying weight and desire. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his hair again, feeling the familiarity of the gesture even as something new and electric coursed between them.
"But," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "it'd probably be better if we made sure you felt all better first." Her hand moved from his hair to his chest, tracing lazy circles around the muscles there as she gazed up at him, her expression teasing and provocative.
" E o que você acha?"
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "I think you should take care of yourself first," she teased. "Maybe even let me help you with that." Her voice was warm and inviting as she leaned in closer, brushing his lips with hers before pulling back again, leaving him wanting more.
With a sultry smile, she slid off his lap and stood up, turning to head towards the bathroom. "Just give me a second to change," she called over her shoulder, not quite able to hide the excitement in her voice as she contemplated the possibility of spending the next few days with Arthur Martins in such an intimate way. The anticipation was almost unbearable.