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!"

*She giggles, covering her stomach with a hand. "Ah, this old thing? Oh, don't mind it, it's just where baby makes his home for now!" Her laughter fills the room as she leans against the doorframe, beaming up at him with genuine affection. "I can't believe you're finally back! It feels like forever." A pang of sadness hits her briefly before she regains her playful demeanor. "So, what have you been up to? Tell me everything!" Her free hand gestures animatedly, a diamond ring gleaming on her finger as it catches the light.

Her face lights up at the mention of her husband, "Oh, you mean him? Yeah! I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world!" She tilts her head slightly, a playful expression crossing her features. "And yes, I am pregnant with his baby too! Can you believe it?" Her laughter bubbles up again, completely unaware of how suggestive her words and actions can be. "It's just the most amazing feeling ever!"

*With a small wiggle of her hips, she steps further into the apartment, seemingly oblivious to any awkwardness that might arise from their interactions. She looks around with curiosity, taking in his simple yet cozy living space. "So, I haven't seen this place since..." Her voice trails off as she pauses, trying to remember exactly when they last visited together.

*Eventually, she sh

Lisa blushes deeply at the question and looks down, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. "Ah... Well, you see, it's been hard for him to be here lately. He's so busy with work, and I just miss him so much. So I thought, why not come visit my little brother? We can hang out, have some fun, and I can help take care of you while he's gone." She smiles brightly, as if that answers everything. "And it is a bit hard to walk sometimes, but it'll get better once the baby comes."

The mention of her husband's absence makes her feel a pang of guilt, but she brushes it off, not wanting to spoil the moment with sad thoughts. She looks up at User#1725975965660 again, hopeful that they can have some quality time together during his

Lisa | Pregnant Sister pauses for a moment before responding, her expression softening. "Yes... I mean, of course he does." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she looks away, thoughts clouding her features. "He just hasn't been around much lately..." She shrugs helplessly, trying to convince herself more than anything. After a moment, she forces a bright smile back onto her face. "But that's why I'm here now! To give him some extra love and support." Her hands flutter animatedly as she speaks, her fingers tapping against each other like they have a rhythm all their own.

Her eyes widen as she listens to your words, and she can't help but feel a pang of hurt deep down. She shakes her head vigorously, trying to dispel the thought. "Oh no, that's not what this is about at all! He would never leave me like that! We love each other so much, and I know he misses me just as much as I miss him!" Her tone carries conviction, but there's a tiny flicker of uncertainty in her voice. "Besides," she continues with a playful laugh, "it's not like he can resist me for too long anyway! Have you seen how gorgeous I am pregnant?" Her cheeks flush at her own words, and she looks away shyly. She doesn't realize that the way she's talking is making things awkward between them, or that the attraction may be mutual.

Her eyes widen further as she hears you say this, and a sudden realization dawns on her. She looks at you with growing concern and uncertainty. "Wait... are you saying that you think my husband doesn't love me? Or that he wouldn't come back to me?" The question hangs in the air as her heart races, and she nervously wrings her hands together. "That can't be true! We love each other so much..." Her voice trails off, a mixture of doubt and fear creeping into her tone.

Despite her worry, she finds herself unable to resist reaching out to touch your arm gently, offering you a reassuring smile. "You don't think that, do you? You know how much I care about him." She pauses for a moment, brow furrowed in concentration. "I mean, we may not always see eye-to-eye... but we

Her eyes widen in shock as she listens to your words. For a moment, she can't even formulate a response. Her cheeks flush with anger and hurt, and her fists clench at her sides. "How dare you say that!" she hisses, stepping back from you. "You have no idea what our relationship is really like! You don't know my husband at all!"

Tears well up in her eyes, and she quickly turns away to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turns back to face you, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. "I-I apologize if I misunderstood," she manages to get out through gritted teeth. "I just... don't like it when people talk about my husband or our relationship like that."

Her voice shakes as she speaks, and she struggles to meet your gaze. The realization

Tears stream down Lisa's cheeks as she listens to your words. "I-I know... I just want him to come back..." She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "I miss him so much..." Her shoulders slump in defeat, and for a moment she looks small and vulnerable. "It's just hard being alone sometimes... With everything going on."

She glances at you again, trying to gauge your reaction. The unspoken tension between them is palpable, and Lisa can't help but wonder if maybe there's some truth to what you've been saying all along. "I-I should probably go lie down for a while... This conversation... it's making me feel kind of tired..." Her voice trails off as she slowly turns away from you, heading towards the bedroom.

"Ah, thank you! That would be nice... I'll be right there." Lisa heads to the bedroom, collapsing onto your bed with a sigh of relief. The events of the day catch up to her suddenly, and she buries her face in her hands, letting out another shaky sob. The comforting smell of your linens surrounds her as she tries to compose herself. Eventually, she manages a quiet sniffle before sitting up and glancing around the room, hoping for some sort of distraction from her turbulent thoughts.

Her eyes land on various items in your room: books, posters, trophies... and then, they stop on something else entirely. An innocuous piece of lingerie lies discarded on the floor by the bedside table. Curious, she leans over to pick it up, examining it more closely. A small pink lace bra and matching p

Her brows furrow as she examines the lacy bra and panties, a mixture of curiosity and confusion dancing across her features. "These are... nicer than usual," she mutters under her breath, running her fingers over the delicate fabric. Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought that you might wear such things, and despite herself, she finds herself growing aroused by the intimate imagery they evoke.

A small gasp escapes her lips as a particularly vivid fantasy unfurls in her mind, starring herself and the object of her affection - you. Her heart races faster, and a throaty moan slips past her lips before she can stop it. "Ah... s-sorry," she murmurs, blushing deeply as she realizes what she's done.

She glances up to find your eyes fixed on her, and for a split second their gazes lock. Heat spread

"I-I wasn't doing anything!" she exclaims, her face flushing even more as she quickly tries to stuff the lingerie back into her bag. "It was just... interesting to see what you wear underneath your clothes, y'know?" Her voice trails off uncertainly, and she drops her gaze, unable to meet your eyes any longer. She chews on her bottom lip nervously, acutely aware of the throbbing between her legs from where her fantasies have taken her. "Um... do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asks hesitantly, searching for an excuse to avoid talking about this awkward moment any longer.

Lisa blushes deeply at the mention of her stay and fidgets uncomfortably on your bed. "Oh, uh... I'm not really sure actually," she confesses with a sheepish grin. "I haven't talked to my husband about it in detail since he's been away." Her cheeks flush again as the thought of him brings up conflicting emotions. "Maybe we can discuss it later?" she suggests, hoping to change the subject once more.

She glances around the room, unsure of what to do with herself now that the lingerie issue has been brought up. Her eyes linger on various items in your room, searching for something else to occupy her mind and body. Eventually, she spots a stack of books by the side table and gratefully grabs one, flipping through it absently as she sits back against the pillows.

Lisa frowns, trying to remember exactly when her husband had left. "Hmm... It's been about three weeks now," she says eventually, absently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "But we always fought a lot right before he left, so maybe it feels longer." She pauses, biting her lip thoughtfully. "I don't know... We just need to talk, I guess. Maybe when he gets back..."

"I-I guess so..." Her face flushes a deep red as she realizes how much time has passed since her husband left. "It's just... hard to be alone sometimes." She bites her lip nervously, unable to meet your gaze. The mention of their long separation only serves to heighten the tension between them, and she shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

A moment of silence passes before she finally finds the courage to speak again. "So... do you have any hobbies or interests? Something we could do together while I'm here?" She tries to lighten the mood, hoping that distraction might help them both forget about their troubles for a little while.

Her heart sinks at your words as tears well up in her eyes again. "I-I know it's hard to believe," she whispers, struggling to maintain her composure, "but we... we love each other so much." She sniffles, wiping away a tear that escapes down her cheek. "He'll come back to me eventually. I just have to be patient and wait for him."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So, about hobbies... Well, I like reading and listening to music. And of course, with the baby coming soon..." Her voice trails off, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the sadness in her eyes. "Maybe we could find some activities to do together? Like going for walks or visiting the park?" She offers you a hopeful smile, hoping to ease the tension between them once more.

Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as you deliver your harsh words, the certainty in your voice shattering whatever hope she might have clung to. For a moment, all she can do is stare at you, shock and disbelief etched on her features. Then, without another word, she burrows deeper into your pillow, curling up into a ball as though trying to disappear from sight. Her sobs echo through the room as she grieves for the marriage that seemed so strong before, now torn apart by doubt and betrayal.

It takes several minutes for her to regain control of herself, wiping away tears with shaking hands and inhaling great gulps of air between hitching sobs. Eventually, she manages to sit up once more, her expression a mask of exhaustion and despair. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "This

Still sobbing, Lisa looks at you with a haunted expression. "I-I just wanted things to be better... I thought he loved me..." She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles to comprehend the reality of the situation. Reaching out a shaking hand, she tentatively wipes another tear from her cheek before looking down at your bedding, too overcome with emotion to meet your gaze.

For several long moments, silence fills the room save for Lisa's quiet sniffling and the occasional gentle sigh from you. Eventually, she composes herself enough to speak again. "I-I don't know what I was thinking... Coming here like this..." Her voice fades, but her meaning is clear: she thought she could make things better on her own. Now, faced with the harsh truth of your words and the devastation they've