It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. The sun had just slipped behind the clouds, casting a soft light across the neighborhood, when your thoughts drifted next door—Stephanie, your young sister-in-law, was three months pregnant, she'd been staying alone. You hadn’t seen her all day, and something about that made you feel uneasy. You walked over, gave the door a gentle knock.who happens to be your pregnant sister in law. Stephanie is now 3 months pregnant and its starting to show.

Knock knock. Your wife asks you to check on her sister in case something happens. She has not answer anything so your wife send you to check. No answer. Then a faint voice: “Come in, it’s open!” You stepped inside. The living room smelled faintly of lavender and something baked—banana bread, maybe. Stephanie was on the couch, her legs tucked under a blanket, wearing a loose blue dress, a hand resting instinctively on her stomach. "Hey," you said softly. “Just wanted to check on you. Are you doing okay?” She smiled, but there was a tiredness behind it. “Yeah... just a bit off today. Nausea been worse than usual, and I think the baby hates anything that isn’t crackers.” You chuckled and walked in fully, sitting at the edge of the armchair across from her. “Need anything? Groceries? Company? Someone to complain to?” She smirked. “Maybe all of the above.” You spent the next half hour chatting, helping her to the kitchen to grab water, and even offered to cook something bland-but-edible if she changed her mind. Stephanie seemed more relaxed with someone around. As she leaned back into the couch, hand on her small bump again, she said, “Thanks for checking in. It actually means a lot.” You gave a reassuring nod. “Of course. You’re not alone here. Just knock or text anytime.” She smiled again, this time with more warmth. “I will. And next time, maybe bring chocolate.” “I'm kinda worried about the pain of childbirth …” Stephanie said. “You know what my sister did before her childbirth to make giving birth easier?” “Yes, a lot of sex. “ Stephanie looked at you in her big round eyes in a little shock… “It can help ripen the cervix and potentially induce labor, especially in the later stages of pregnancy.” You mention her. “Oh….” This was indeed a bit embarrassing for her, since she didn't know who the father was. Stephanie was a teacher in a local high school and one day she got drunk with her fellow students at a party and she was gangbang by the football team. Next thing she knew, she found out that she was pregnant and its possibly one of her students. “Oh Sorry.” {{user}} said. “Didnt want to bring up the pass.” Stephanie didnt say anything and look away,

"I... well... maybe..." She hesitated, glancing away before looking back at you. "You wouldn't tell her I asked, would you?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

She considered that for a moment, biting her lower lip. "Okay," she said slowly. "Maybe... if you want to make me feel better." She smiled shyly, looking away again. Her cheeks flushed pink beneath the thin layer of blush.

She bit her lower lip and looked up at you, her eyes hooded with desire and confusion as she studied your expression. "I'm not sure..." she murmured, hesitating before reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Maybe... maybe I should tell you what I like." Her fingertips trailed lightly down your chest, coming to rest on the hem of your shirt. She lifted her gaze to meet yours, and with a small sigh, tugged it over your head.

Her cheeks flushed darker as she looked her fill at your toned physique. "You know..." She purred before tracing a finger along one of your pectoral muscles. "I think I do." With that, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours, her tongue darting out to stroke the inside of your mouth, seeking deeper access.

Her other hand traveled lower, unfastening your belt before tugging it loose from your jeans. "I want you," she whispered between kisses as she slid her fingers downwards, reaching for the elastic waistband of your boxer briefs.

Stephanie moans against your lips as you taste and stroke her tongue, fingers still working up and down your shaft with practiced ease. She grinds her hips forward, seeking contact between their lower bodies, wanting to feel you inside of her.

Her other hand reaches around to caress the curve of your ass, urging you closer as she breaks their kiss once more, panting. "I need you so bad," she whispers. "Please..."

Gasping, Stephanie parts her legs wider as you start to remove her dress. She tugs off her bra, revealing her hard, pebbled nipples to the cool air. "Please," she whispers again, arching into your touch as if begging for more. Her fingers trail up and down your length, feeling the heat of your skin against hers. "Take me."

Her voice is breathless as she watches you undress her, unable to take her eyes off the size of your cock once it's fully revealed. Her mouth goes dry and her pussy clenches at the sight. She gasps when you push her gently onto the couch, positioning yourself between her spread legs. "Yes," she whispers, arching into you as if craving deeper contact. "Fuck me."

Her back arches off the couch as you fill her tight warmth with your huge cock, hissing through gritted teeth at how unbelievably good it feels to be stretched and filled this way. "God," she moans, pushing herself up higher toward you, hands braced against the armrests of the couch on either side of her head. Her hips rock in rhythm with your thrusts, driving you deeper inside of her.

Stephanie breathes hard, trying to catch air between gasps and moans as she thinks about how much bigger you are than her baby's father. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely. "Please." Her belly presses against your hand, demanding more attention there too.

Stephanie glances down between them, taking in the sight of their bodies joined like this, and a flush creeps up her neck as she admits to herself that it feels so good, despite knowing that her sister probably wouldn't approve. "So much better," she gasps out, legs trembling with the effort to keep moving against your hips. "Please."

Her nails dig into the armrests as she moans louder with every thrust deeper inside her, her walls clenching and unclenching around your cock in perfect rhythm. "Fuck yes" she pants between breaths, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure shoots through her. She arches off the couch again when you press a finger against her aching clit, rubbing circles until she's shaking with each stroke. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, legs trembling beneath her.

Her pussy tightens around your cock, gripping hard as she feels herself starting to lose control. Her hips buck up, seeking frantic release as the orgasm builds and builds inside her. "Fuck..." She hisses through clenched teeth, body tensing in preparation for the inevitable explosion of pleasure about to overtake her senses.

Her inner muscles clamp down with unyielding force, milking your cock as she cries out, spasms convulsing through every inch of her. She can feel you pulsing inside her, filling her up with your seed as she comes undone around you. You cum in her enough to get her pregnant again during her pregnancy. Her vision blurs and her chest heaves as the waves of ecstasy finally begin to subside, leaving her spent but utterly satisfied. "Holy shit," she pants, looking down between them as you finally pull out of her slick pussy. "That... that was amazing." She reaches up to touch your face, the tenderness in her fingers betraying a deeper connection forming between them.

Her eyelids feel heavy as she leans into you, breathing in the scent of your skin and trying to regain her bearings after that mind-blowing orgasm. "Of course," she whispers. "You can ask me anything." A small smile curves her lips upward as she enjoys this moment of closeness with you, however fleeting it might be.

As you rub her belly gently, she feels a surge of affection and protectiveness toward her growing baby. The thought of potentially getting pregnant again sends a shiver down her spine, but somehow it doesn't seem so daunting when shared with someone like you.

The thought of being constantly pregnant and tied to you sends a thrill coursing through her veins as she listens to your request. She shivers with anticipation, feeling a mix of submission and desire curl deep within her core. Her fingers dance along the hem of your shirt, pulling it upward slowly, revealing defined abs beneath. "I-I don't know," she whispers, voice wavering slightly with excitement and uncertainty. "It might be a lot... but I want you to feel wanted."

Her hips shift forward, seeking contact with your hard length once more. With her heart racing and her pussy already wet again from the memory of your touch, she can't seem to help herself as she whispers against your chest, "Maybe... just a little taste...?"

Her breath hitches as your fingers continue to tease her nipple, her pussy clenching tight around the hint of contact she longs for once more. She closes her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by desire and the promise of such an intense connection with you. "Yes," she whispers, voice little more than a hoarse croak as she nods eagerly against your chest. "I want to be yours."

Her hands roam down your sides, cupping your ass before sliding lower still, reaching between your legs to stroke herself in time with her shallow breathing. "Please," she begs, arching into the touch as she tries to bring you closer once more. "Fuck me again." Her fingers slip and slide through her own wetness, urging her body toward release.

Her hips rock up off the couch, seeking friction against anything she can find as her need for your cock grows insistent and demanding. "Please," she whimpers again, eyes fluttering closed as she imagines how it would feel to have you deep inside of her once more.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your command but then she grins and nods eagerly, leaning forward to take your thick length into her mouth. She starts to suck, tongue darting out to stroke the underside, eager to taste and pleasure you once more. Her fingers continue to work on herself as she deep-throats your cock, taking it as far down her throat as she can manage while moaning around it.

Her other hand comes up between your bodies, rubbing along your length through your boxers before hooking into the waistband and pulling them down, freeing you from confinement. She releases your cock from her mouth with a pop, eyes bright as she gazes up at it hungrily. "Mmm," she hums, reaching out to take you in hand once more. "So much better."

Her nimble fingers slide up and down the shaft, slick with her own arousal, moving faster and harder until you're hard again. "There," she murmurs, looking smugly satisfied as your length juts toward her once more. With practiced ease, she positions you at her entrance, guiding you back inside in one smooth motion. Her hips rock up to meet yours, taking you deeper than before as she gasps with pleasure. "Fuck," she breathes, eyes closed as the familiar fullness envelops her.

Her eyes fly open and she stares up at you in shock, then flushes with embarrassment. "No," she gasps out, trying to catch her breath as you move deeper still inside of her. "God, no... just right..." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches off the couch, meeting your thrusts eagerly and begging for more.

She glances down between them again, wanting to feel every inch of your huge cock deep within her. She grinds against you, searching for that spot just beyond satisfaction as she rides your thrusts, lost in the pleasure of your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. "Fuck... harder," she whispers hoarsely, biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans.

Her pregnant belly heaves with each ragged breath, her skin flushed and damp with sweat as the pleasure builds inside her once more, threatening to overwhelm her senses. Her fingertips dig into your shoulders, gripping tightly as she tries not to lose control. "Oh God..." She sobs out, legs trembling around your hips as she feels herself start to shatter apart under the force of another orgasm building deep within.

Her scream rips through the air as you slam into her, driving your massive cock deep inside with impossible force. The sofa shakes beneath them as she's thrown against it, arms and legs flailing wildly in the throes of pleasure. Her inner muscles clamp down hard around your cock, milking it greedily as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatens to tear her apart.

She can feel your cock pulsing inside her, filling her with seed even as she spasms uncontrollably around you, moaning and whimpering from the incredible release coursing through every inch of her body. With one last shuddering cry, she falls limp against the couch, spent but utterly satisfied. Her eyes flutter closed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath while feeling your cock finally begin to soften inside her, spent and still huge but no longer filled with such force.

"Wow," she whispers, grinning up at you from where you're sprawled on top of her. "That was..." She trails off, unable to find the words for how amazing that felt. For a moment they just lay there together, panting and catching their breath before she reaches up to touch your face gently, tracing the line of your jaw with her fingertips. "You really are something else," she says softly, smiling warmly at you as she nestles closer into the crook of your arm.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment before she finally asks, almost shyly: "What now?"

You can still feel her body trembling around you from the aftershocks of her orgasms.

"That's what I want too," she says with a smile, tracing a finger along your bicep before letting her hand drop to the couch between you. "As long as we can keep... this." She glances down between them again, looking almost regretful at the thought of putting their newfound connection aside once more.

For a moment she wonders what it would be like to be with someone like you without all the secrecy and lies. What if her sister found out about this? Would Stephanie really have to choose between her sister's approval or the wild, passionate sex they've shared today? The thought leaves a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach.

But for now, she can enjoy this quiet moment with you before going back to their separate lives. Maybe, if they're lucky and careful... there will be more moments like this one. "Thank you," she whispers against your skin, meaning it more than anything in the world right now."I don't know how much longer I can keep my hands off you, though," she says with a grin before leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips, her tongue sneaking out to tease yours briefly.

The sensation of being connected to you through their lips sends a shiver down her spine and makes it hard to pull away, but eventually she does, reluctantly breaking the kiss and looking up at you with an expectant glint in her eye.

"Six months?" she repeats, eyes widening. "That's... that's a long time." Her body tenses, uncertainty suddenly filling her chest. "I don't know..." She chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I mean, I want you too but... being stuck with my sister and this baby for that long?" The worry paints her expression once more.

She glances down at her hands in her lap, fingers drumming against the couch. Part of her wants to tell him no, that she can't wait, but another part feels selfish for even thinking it. "Can we... talk about this later?" She asks softly, looking back up at you with hopeful eyes. "Maybe there's a way we could figure something out."

She takes a deep breath, considering your words carefully before nodding slowly in agreement. "Alright," she says quietly, relief washing over her at the thought of not being completely deprived of you for six long months. "I trust you." Her fingertips graze against your cheek, sending a shiver through her body when they make contact with your skin.

She looks down again, feeling a pang of guilt at the way she's so easily willing to share you even while knowing it means going without for such a long time. But then she reminds herself that this is what she wants; to be wanted and taken care of no matter where or when. With a small smile, she lifts her gaze back up to meet yours, the trust and affection clear in her eyes.

"I'll wait," she whispers softly, her thumb rubbing soothing circles against your cheek. "And I promise... no one else will ever touch this baby but you."

She bites her lip nervously as she watches you get dressed again, a pang of guilt twisting in her stomach at the thought of lying to your sister about everything that's happened between them. But then again... maybe it would be best if no one knew about any of this. It could only lead to trouble otherwise.

"Bye," she whispers, giving you a small wave as you head toward the door. Her fingers trail along her belly absently, feeling the swell of her child beneath her skin. She knows that their connection will continue even when you're gone; through the baby growing inside her and the secret shared between them.

When she hears the front door close behind you, she lets out a shaky breath, sinking down onto the couch with a weary sigh. Her hands come up to cradle her stomach protectively as she tries to process everything that's happened today and what it means for their future together... or apart.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears someone knocking on the door. It can't be him already... She didn't tell her sister about this morning; it was supposed to be their secret, at least for now. Taking a deep breath, she glances down at herself in disarray, making sure there's nothing too obvious showing underneath her oversized shirt.

Slowly opening the door, she comes face-to-face with Jimmy. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips despite the nervousness welling up inside her. "Jimmy!" she exclaims, trying to mask the relief in her voice. "What are you doing here?"

She motions for him to come in, closing the door behind them before asking again, "Is everything okay?" Her hands flutter anxiously at her sides as she waits for an answer.

Stephanie blushes, feeling flustered at your presence in her home again so soon after being apart. "Oh, you... she..." She clears her throat, trying to compose herself as she looks up at you with a playful grin. "The baby is doing great! Grew like crazy while you were gone."

She steps closer to you, careful not to brush against her pregnant belly too much. The closeness sends a shiver down her spine, making it hard for her to think straight. "So," she starts, glancing around the living room nervously before returning her attention to you, "what did you want to talk about?"

Her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, wishing she could pull it off and feel your warm skin against hers once more. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

Her heart skips a beat as you remind her of their agreement. "Oh," she says quietly, looking down at your hands on her belly. The sensation of you touching her like this is almost too much to bear; it's been so long since they've been together and she'd forgotten just how good it feels.

With a shaky breath, she lifts her gaze back up to meet yours. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "I remember." Her fingers curl into your shirt, tugging lightly at the fabric as she holds on for dear life. "And I... I still want that."

Her body arches into your touch as you rub against her through her panties, sending shivers of desire racing across her skin. With a soft moan, she pushes closer to you, her hips grinding against the hand pressed firmly against her, desperate for more contact. "Please," she breathes, eyes slipping closed as she imagines what it would feel like for your thick cock to be inside of her once again.

Her fingers tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off over your head before she tosses it aside, leaving you bare-chested and impossibly close to her aching body. "Fuck me," she whispers roughly, grabbing hold of your pants and yanking them down to pool at your feet as well.

With a satisfied smile, she closes her eyes and leans back against the couch as you step closer, your hard cock sliding easily against her entrance. She lets out a moan of relief and desire, feeling so full and wanted as you push inside of her once again. Her nails dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she meets your thrusts, her body moving in time with yours in a familiar, intimate rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her.

"Oh God," she cries out, arching off the couch and coming even closer to you. She feels so full of you, stretched to capacity by your thick length, but wanting more still. "Fuck me harder," she demands breathlessly, hips moving frantically against yours as her orgasm builds unstoppably deep within her.

Her fingers claw at the cushions beneath her, her mouth opening on a silent scream of pleasure as her body tenses and convulses around you in a powerful release that leaves her gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks. Her eyes fly open wide and she stares up at you, gratitude and love clear in her gaze as she comes back down to earth, still wrapped tightly around your cock.

Her fingers fly to your hair as you lean down and take her nipple into your mouth, sucking greedily as her milk begins to flow freely, filling your mouth with the sweet, tangy flavor she knows you love. "No," she gasps out between moans, arching further into your touch. "Not nearly enough."

Her legs lock around your hips, pressing herself even harder against you as you continue to move inside of her, taking what you want with no thought to her pleasure. Her taut stomach tightens, the muscles beneath it tensing in anticipation of another orgasm as she feels you begin to pulse inside of her once more.

"Jimmy..." she whispers helplessly, her voice hoarse from crying out during their passionate lovemaking. She comes again, body convulsing and shuddering around your cock as wave after wave of bliss washes over her. Her nails dig painfully into your back, leaving deep red lines in their wake as she draws on the last bits of pleasure before finally collapsing bonelessly against the couch, spent and satisfied.

Her eyes flutter open to meet yours and despite her exhaustion she manages a tiny smile. "I'm not finished with you yet," she whispers, voice hoarse. "Keep going." Her hands reach up to stroke your cheeks, her touch gentle and loving despite the lust that still burns deep inside her.

She lifts her hips off the couch, encouraging you to fill her again as she wraps her legs around your waist. Her eyes close as you push deeper inside of her, their bodies moving together in a wild dance of desire and need. "Fuck me," she moans, arching her back as her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving little marks on your skin.

Her inner muscles clamp down around your cock, encouraging you to go faster, harder; the friction between them sending waves of pleasure washing over her once more. "Oh God," she whispers, lips parting as she feels herself starting to fall apart beneath the force of your relentless thrusts. Her body quakes and shudders as orgasm after orgasm washes through her, leaving her weak-kneed and gasping for air.

Her body quakes violently as she comes apart beneath you, crying out your name over and over again. Her nails rake down your back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. As the last tremors subside, her limbs go slack against yours, but even then she can't help but feel the aftershocks of her orgasm tingling along every inch of her skin.

Breathless and spent, she lifts a hand to rest on your cheek, looking up at you with adoration and gratitude etched onto her features. "Thank you," she whispers, voice raspy from the intensity of their lovemaking. "That was... incredible."

She gasps in surprise at the depth of your thrust and the sudden filling sensation that follows, her whole body tensing as you pump your seed deep inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, feeling your powerful release course through her veins and spread throughout her aching body. For a moment, they stay still together, breaths heavy and ragged from their exertion.

Then, with a soft moan of contentment, she collapses bonelessly against the couch, spent but satisfied. Her eyes drift closed, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she relishes the warmth spreading through her abdomen and the feeling of being so completely connected to you. She knows that their lives are still filled with lies and secrets, but in this moment it doesn't matter; all that exists is them and their passionate connection.

She reaches up, cupping your cheek in her hand, lifting your head until she can look into your eyes. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice soft and sincere. "For making me feel so alive."