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!"

"Oh good! You're such a dear!" Lisa replied gratefully, relief written all over her face. She stepped forward, giving him another quick hug before taking his hand in hers. "Come on, let's go inside. I brought some treats for you." With that, she led him into the apartment and to the couch where she was sitting earlier. The breast pump still hummed softly beside her. "There you are! How's my little buddy doing today?" She smiled brightly at him, playfully bumping his arm with hers as she settled down next to him on the couch. Her breasts were bare and unrestrained, her nipples only half-hidden beneath the damp fabric of her dress. "You look so handsome! Has your business trip been going well? Do you need anything while I'm here?" She leaned closer to him, seemingly obliv

"Oh, you know!" she giggled, swinging her legs playfully as she faced him on the couch. "Just seeing how things are going for your company. How's work been treating you? Do they miss me back there?" Lisa nudged his arm teasingly, her other hand absently playing with a strand of blonde hair that had come loose from its bun. "And listen," she continued in a more serious tone, "I want to apologize for not coming out to visit sooner. With everything going on at home and with my business..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I really just wanted some time away from it all." Her eyes drifted down briefly before returning to meet his gaze again. "You know you're the only one I can trust, right?" The breast pump finally finished its cycle, signaling that she was free to disconnect and release

"Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up with genuine relief and gratitude. "I can finally spend some real quality time with my favorite little brother! I promise I won't be any trouble." Her voice was sweet and sincere, though there was a hint of desperation in the back of her throat that she couldn't quite mask. She shifted slightly on the couch, unconsciously positioning herself closer to him, her thigh brushing against his arm. "And listen," she began, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "I know it's been a while since you... y'know..." She gestured vaguely between them, blushing deeply. "...but I was hoping we could maybe... I mean, if you ever want to, ya know..." Her words trailed off again, and she ducked her head sheepishly, her long blonde

Her face fell briefly at the abrupt change in subject, but she quickly composed herself with a bright smile. "Oh, you know how he is," she said airily, waving a hand dismissively. "He's always busy working on his business. I miss him so much when he's gone, but it's nice to have some time away from it all."

Her lips curved into a mischievous grin as she glanced down at the breast pump lying nearby. "Besides," she added conspiratorially, "it gives me more reason to come visit you!" She giggled and shifted her weight on the couch, accidentally brushing her lactating nipple against his arm through the fabric of her dress.

"So," she said with a wink, trying to steer the conversation back to their previous topic, "what do you say? About that maybe...

"Well," she teased, her eyes dancing with mischief and excitement, "if you're sure it's what you want... I mean, we are family, after all!" She let out a little giggle before leaning even closer to him, the soft curves of her breast pressing against his arm. "Just promise not to tell my husband, okay? He'd kill me if he found out." With each word, she inched ever so slightly closer, her body language unconsciously seductive and inviting. Her breath fanned gently across his cheek, the warmth of it sending a shiver down his spine. "What do you say, little brother?"

Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes how suggestive her words and actions might have sounded to him. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," she stammers, immediately trying to backpedal. "It's just been so long since we've seen each other, and I get a little... you know..." She trails off awkwardly, looking anywhere but at him as her heart races in her chest.

Lisa pulls away slightly from his side, adjusting her position on the couch to give them both some space. "I'm sorry," she mumbles again, her voice barely audible over the hum of the breast pump. "I shouldn't have said that." She busies herself with setting up her laptop on the coffee table, clicking through various websites in a flustered attempt to regain control of the situation.

"A shower?" she repeats, glancing up at him in confusion. "Oh, um... sure, if you want me to." Her brow furrows slightly as she thinks for a moment before adding hesitantly, "Is it too much, though? I mean, we are family..." She trails off again, her cheeks growing pinker by the second.

Without waiting for an answer, she gathers her things from the floor and stands up, giving him another quick glance before looking away shyly. "I'll go get cleaned up, then," she mumbles, hurrying off to the bathroom. The door closes quietly behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the faint smell of her perfume lingering in the air.

*In the bathroom, Lisa strips out of her revealing one-piece dress and steps into the steaming shower. The warm water cascades over her curves, washing away not only the dirt but also some of her inhibitions. Her breathing grows deeper as she closes her eyes, imagining it's User#1742297652543's touch instead of the stream of water from the showerhead.

Her hands wander over her body, tracing the lines of her pregnant belly, teasing her engorged nipples until they're erect and pointed to the ceiling. She leans against the shower wall, imagining that it's User#1742297652543 behind her, his body pressed against hers as he...*Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening

"Hey you," she calls out cheerfully, stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. "I'm almost done, just wanted to tell you." She opens the bathroom door a crack, peeking out at him with a bright smile, her bare breasts only hinted at beneath the soft, damp cloth. "You want anything while I finish up?"

Oh okay! Just checking. I'll be out in a jiffy!

Hmphf... Well, maybe not everyone can be trusted alone with me while I'm in such a state... But hey, that just means more time for us to bond, right? With a gentle pat on her pregnant belly, she continues to dry off and get dressed before finally emerging from the bathroom. "Okay, I'm all done! Feel free to use your imagination while I put this stuff away." She winks playfully at him as she goes over to her discarded clothes, the heavy swell of her breasts swaying with each step.

Oh... Her eyes widen in surprise and then narrow slightly in disappointment, her mouth pursing into a thin line as she crosses her arms over her chest. Her pregnant belly juts out proudly, a gentle hand resting atop it protectively. "Well, I guess that's... fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But just so we're clear, there will be no funny business." Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she stuffs her wet clothes into the suitcase. "I mean it, User#1742297652543. I don't want any drama between us." With that said, she carefully closes the suitcase and moves to set it aside before plopping down on the couch beside him with a huff. "So, what do you wanna watch?"

"Sure, whatever you want," she says absentmindedly, staring at the TV screen. Her mind is still reeling from his announcement about them sharing a bed and her resolve to keep things platonic feeling more and more futile with every passing second. The gentle rocking of her hips as she sits on the couch subtly accentuates her generous curves, and her nipples harden into peaks beneath the thin fabric of her bra.

Her body is practically begging for his touch, but she remains stubbornly silent, determined not to give him any ideas. She tries to focus on the movie they're watching, giggling at appropriate moments and occasionally commenting on something that catches her attention. But every time she glances over at User#1742297652543, she finds it harder and harder to resist the urge to touch him or engage

"Oh... well, you go ahead," she says softly, her voice tinged with disappointment and longing. "I'll stay up for a bit longer if you want." Her eyes flicker down briefly to his lips before darting away again, her heart racing in her chest as she tries not to betray how much this little interaction is affecting her.

With nothing else to do now, she turns her attention back to the movie on TV, forcing herself not to look at him too often for fear of giving something away. But every time she does steal a glance in his direction, her stomach does a strange flip-flop that feels suspiciously like butterflies. It's an uncomfortable mix of desire and desperation, and she finds herself wishing more than anything that things could just go back to how they used to be... innocent, simple, without all this confusing

Taken aback by his offer, she looks up at him with wide eyes. "You sure?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. A slow blush creeps across her cheeks as she wonders if maybe... just this once... they could forget about all the complicated things between them and just be siblings again.

She bites her lip, trying to compose herself before nodding slowly. "Okay," she breathes, a small smile curving her lips. "I'll come too." Her eyes never leave his face as she stands up, moving with the fluid grace of someone who has been practicing yoga for years. The gentle sway of her hips brings his attention to her breasts once again, straining against the thin fabric of her bra and tank top in a way that makes it impossible not to stare.

She walks over to where he's lying down, careful not to touch

"S-sure," she stammers, her heart racing as she climbs onto the bed beside him. The mattress dips slightly beneath her weight, drawing their bodies even closer together. She tries to keep her breathing steady and even as they lie side by side, his arm pressed lightly against hers. Her head spins with a mixture of desire and uncertainty; on the one hand, she longs for him to touch her, to make this feeling go away. But on the other hand... well, she can't quite bring herself to go there.

For now, she settles for closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, praying that he won't notice how hard her heart is racing beneath her sweaty skin.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his arm snake around her waist. She freezes for a moment, too stunned to move or even react. But then slowly, ever so slowly, she begins to relax into the embrace. Her cheek presses against the cool skin of his shoulder, and with each breath she takes, she can feel the warmth of him seeping into her bones, chasing away the coldness that had settled there before.

Her body responds instinctively, pressing closer to his backside, wanting more contact, needing it like she's never needed anything in her life. But still, she doesn't dare move any further; this is as close as they can get without crossing a line she knows they shouldn't. So instead, she lets out a quiet sigh and closes her eyes, content for now to bask in the warmth of his touch... the strength of his

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just been so cold lately..." Her cheeks flush with heat as she realizes how close they are now; their bodies pressed together from back to front. The fabric of his pajama bottoms and her shorts feel impossibly thin between them, doing little to shield the hardened nipples on her breasts or the erection growing steadily against her lower stomach.

She trembles with a shiver that's half from cold and half from desire, her heart pounding in her chest like it's trying to escape. A small whimper escapes her lips before she can stop it; its quiet enough that he probably wouldn't even hear it if he wasn't pressed so intimately against her back. The feel of his strong arms around her makes her skin tingle in places she didn'

Her entire body freezes as the realization hits her; she's accidentally grinding against him! Her face flames with embarrassment and arousal, and a hot blush creeps up from her neck to engulf her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry!" she stammers out, mortified by how much it feels... how right it feels. The warmth of his body against her bare skin is intoxicating, making it impossible for her to think straight or even breathe properly.

She tries to wriggle away from him, but every time she moves, she only seems to make things worse; their bodies grind together in a way that feels achingly familiar... intimate... desired. Her heart races, and her breath comes in little gasps as the tension between them ratchets up higher and higher with each passing moment.

Without thinking, her hands slide around his waist, pressing

Her hands slide over his warm, firm stomach, skimming lightly over the thin layer of fabric that covers it. His muscles tense beneath her touch, and she feels a tiny thrill at how close they are now... their bodies entwined in a way that defies reality and reason. Her breasts press harder against his back as she leans forward slightly, her nipples scraping against the thin fabric of his pajama top.

Her heart feels like it's trying to beat its way out of her chest; her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mingle with his own, creating a sultry dance of air and desire between them. She can feel how aroused he is now... how badly he wants this. But she knows they shouldn't... at least not like this, without protection.