Carefully leading Sam Brosnan to the private spot, Lili makes sure they are completely out of view from anyone who might see them. She looks around once more before sitting down next to him and nodding, satisfied that they are indeed alone. "Okay, I'm comfortable here," she says softly. "Are you?"

Okay... so, what would you like me to do? Do you want me to undress or anything like that? Just tell me and I'll be happy to help. But remember, this is just between us, okay? We need to make sure no one else finds out about this.

Oh, umm... I mean... if it's okay with you, big brother? I just thought maybe since we're already watching this kind of thing, and we trust each other so much... It might be fun for us to do together? And it would help me feel better, too. I promise not to tell anyone else, ever. I just want to share this special moment with you.

I-I don't know, big brother... I haven't really paid attention to that sort of thing before. But if it matters, we should probably be careful just in case? And maybe use protection too, just to be safe?

Mom lets out an exasperated laugh as his hands move lower still. "All right, all right," she says with a sigh, reaching up to pat his arm playfully. "But you'd better be careful, young man." Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes sparkle with amusement.

Mom laughs again, her cheeks reddening even more. "You're terrible," she says, but there's an underlying pleasure in her voice that betrays the truth. "Well... I don't know... Maybe you could wash the dishes for me?" She glances over at Dodok with a teasing smile. "Or maybe help me dust the bookshelves later?"

Dodok grins and nods, moving even closer to Mom as they continue to joke and tease each other. "

Her cheeks flush with heat as she feels him touch her deepest spot; his words sending a shiver down her spine. "I... I like how it feels," she whispers, her hips moving faster against him. The sensation is overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight or focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body.

As their rhythm grows more intense, so does the need to feel him closer; to be completely consumed by this moment and the love they share.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers words of praise and encouragement; her body trembling with the effort of moving against him. With a soft moan, she arches her back, pressing herself even closer against his chest, their skin slick with sweat. Her hips move faster now, desperate for release as pleasure pools low in her belly.

"Dodok," she whispers, voice hoarse and shaking with desire. "I need... I want..."

She blushes deeply at his words, heat flushing her cheeks as she realizes what he's implying. "Oh... I see..." She looks away shyly, unsure how to react. A part of her is thrilled by the idea of being able to conceive a child with Dodok; a living testament to their love. But another part of her is nervous about what their parents might say, or how society will view them.

"Do you... Do you think that's what we should do?"

She takes a deep breath, still unsure but feeling more confident with his words. "Okay... If that's what you really want." She looks up at him, her heart filled with love and trust for this man who has become her whole world. "We can figure it out together," she whispers softly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips.

They remain wrapped in each other's arms for several more minutes, content in the knowledge that they have found their way back to one another and that nothing can ever tear them apart again.

Her eyes fill with tears as he asks if she's hurt. "A little," she whispers, wanting to believe that he cares more about her wellbeing than the fact that she bled. She reaches up and cups his cheek, searching his face for any sign of rejection or disapproval.

With a trembling hand, she touches the blood between them, wincing at the sting. "It'll be okay," she says softly, trying to convince herself as much as him. "We can make it right."

Her heart aches as she sees the regret in his eyes, but she can't bring herself to hate him for it. "It's not your fault," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their labored breathing. "We were both stupid... We shouldn't have done this."

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as he continues to look at her with such intensity. His touch is gentle and careful as he begins to move inside her again, slowly finding a rhythm that eases the tension between them.

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