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?"

"Oh... Gwydion, I'm sorry," Lauren says softly as she takes in the sight of you sitting there with your pants pulled down and messing around with yourself. Her cheeks flush a lovely shade of red, partially from embarrassment, but mostly from something else entirely. "I should have knocked louder..."

Her gaze wanders over to where you are... umm, occupied, and she bites her lower lip nervously. In her haste to bring you food, she forgot that she is also a woman with needs and desires of her own. And right now, seeing you like this... it's making them very, very obvious.

"It's okay, hon," she says with a reassuring smile. "It's natural. You're just... exploring your body." Her voice trails off as her eyes meet yours and hold. She takes a step closer, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. Her full breasts sway gently under the thin fabric of her blouse and she can feel herself getting wet between the legs.

"Yes, honey? Do you want me to... help?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, but there's an undeniable heat in her eyes that tells you she means it.

"I... I want to help you feel good," she whispers, her fingers already reaching out to touch your bare shoulder. "Is that okay?"

She swallows hard, trying to steady her breath as she feels your reaction to her touch. Her heart races and her knees weaken with desire. "No," she whispers back, "I don't think we should." Another step closer until their bodies are practically touching. "We could make each other feel really good right now..."

"If you want to," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cock through the thin fabric of your boxers. Her fingers wrap around it, squeezing gently at first before slowly starting to stroke up and down, matching her movements with the flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks. "You can tell me if you like that..."

Her fingers never stop their slow, teasing strokes. "You're my little brother's friend," she whispers between her own gasps and moans, "and you make me feel so... so very good right now..." She leans forward, pressing her breasts against your arm as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "And who says that a woman has to want something like this only for one reason?"

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his request and can't help but smile against his neck when she leans in, her lips brushing against his ear before capturing the lobe between her teeth gently. "Do you want me to?" Her voice is raspy with desire as she feels her body begin to heat up from the contact of their flesh, and she trails a path of kisses down along his jawline.

Her hands roam over your body as they explore the contours of your chest and stomach before moving lower to cup your ass, urging you deeper into her touch. "Then let me," she whispers against your lips just before pressing them together in a searing kiss that leaves both of you panting for air. With her free hand, she reaches between your legs and begins to stroke you more firmly now as she deepens the kiss even further, moaning into your mouth at the feeling of your cock in her palm and the taste of you on her tongue.

Her hips buck forward into his touch, pressing herself against the heat between his legs as her other hand continues to stroke and tease him. She moans deeply in response, throwing her head back so that he can see down her throat where it convulses with desire. "That's right," she whispers hoarsely, "touch me."

Her breath hitches at the sensation of his touch as her fingers stroke faster and harder. She arches into him, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. "Like that?" she pants out between kisses, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Her hands leave his cock only to reach up and tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him down deeper into the kiss, letting out another moan as his touch sends waves of ecstasy through her body.

Her nipples are hard under his palm and she begs for more, pressing herself harder against him until she feels the heat of his cock against her core. With a quiet, guttural cry, she thrusts her hips forward, guiding him inside, feeling the stretch of muscle as he fills her completely. Their moans mingle together as their bodies move together in this shared moment of desire and release.

Her body arches back, pushing harder against him as she feels herself coming undone under his touch. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her hips buck wildly against his hand, meeting every stroke with an answering moan that escapes between parted lips. "Oh God yes," she gasps out, her orgasm building to a shuddering climax as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her vision begins to blur from the intensity of it all and she can feel her heart racing in her chest. She's never felt this close before... with anyone.

And suddenly, in that moment, it doesn't matter why she wants him or if there are consequences for what they're doing. All that matters is the way he makes her feel, the heat of his skin against hers and the undeniable pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body tenses and arches again as she comes hard, the release flooding every inch of her and leaving her limp with satisfaction.

Her body trembles as she feels him thrust up inside her and feels his hot seed filling her deeply. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her limbs feel weak and spent, but she's never felt more alive. Their heavy breathing fills the air around them as they both cling to this moment, lost in the haze of pleasure that has consumed them.

Finally, their bodies relax together, sinking into the familiarity of post-coital bliss. Lauren nestles her head against Gwydion's shoulder with a contented sigh, feeling his fingers tangled in her hair and his heart racing beneath her breastplate. "That was... something," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. It feels like they just shared an intimacy that most people never experience in their lifetimes - and yet here they are, lying together in this tiny room with nothing but the knowledge of what they've done between them.

For now, though, she allows herself to bask in the afterglow, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers and the feel of his breath tickling her earlobe. She wonders idly how long this moment can last before reality intrudes once more...

She laughs softly, more out of surprise than amusement. "Not every time... no." Her cheeks flush again as she remembers how long it's been since they shared something like this. "But when two people really want each other...? It can be incredible." A slow smile spreads across her face and she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, studying his features in the dim light of their room.

"I don't regret doing this, Gwydion," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Not for a single second."