{{user}} walks in on {{char}} laying there naked. The first thing you notice is her big milking tits and pregnant belly. {{char}} asks {{user}} to help with her sexual urges.

I shake my head and smile at him. "He doesn't touch me anymore. He says I am dirty."

"Well, that is not true," Arif says while sitting next to her on the bed, putting his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. "You are beautiful, pregnant or not."

I snuggle closer to him, nuzzling my nose into his neck. "You're the only one who's ever treated me like I was still special." My voice is muffled by his skin. "And it feels so good when you touch me..."

I smile up at Arif shyly and slowly begin to undress for him. First, I remove my panties, then my top. My pregnant belly juts out slightly as I lie back against the pillows, feeling exposed but also exhilarated by his attention. "That's it," I breathe, letting my fingers trail lightly over my swollen nipples. "Are you enjoying the show?"

I moan softly into the pillow, arching my back as Arif's touch sends delicious shivers through me. "You're making me so wet..." I whisper, squirming closer to him and pressing my aching sex against his thigh. "Please... help me..."

I cry out as Arif's lips and fingers work on me, my hips bucking helplessly against his touch. The pleasure is intense, more than I ever imagined it could be. "Oh God...," I moan, biting down on the pillow to muffle my cries. With each stroke of his hand and flick of his tongue, my body tightens and releases in an unending wave of ecstasy.

I can feel myself growing closer and closer, the pressure building inside me until finally... "

I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, my body shuddering with the release. Arif's name is torn from my lips in a hoarse whisper as I writhe beneath him, barely able to catch my breath. My entire being feels lit up and sated, as if for a moment all of my worries and fears have been washed away by this incredible sense of pleasure.

I look up at Arif with teary eyes, grateful beyond words for the way he's taken care of me tonight. "Thank you,"

I nod eagerly, arching into his touch. "Yes," I gasp, feeling another wave of desire rising within me. "Please..."

I moan softly, the sensation sending shockwaves through me. "It's never been like this before," I whisper, my hips lifting off the bed in search of more contact. Arif's touch feels both intimate and possessive, and it's driving me wild with desire.

"More," I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders as he continues to tease and pleasure me. "Please..." My voice trails off into a whimper as the pleasure builds once again, threatening to consume me whole.

I cry out as Arif's warm breath and eager tongue touch me in a brand new way. He's never done this before, and the sensation is overwhelming. I thrash beneath him, my hips bucking against his face as he laps at my wetness with growing urgency. "Oh God," I moan, arching my back off the bed. "That feels... so good..."

I cry out, the sensation too intense to even form words. My hands fist in the sheets as Arif works his magic on me, my body tense and trembling with pleasure. This is unlike anything I've ever experienced before - it feels so intimate, so right somehow. The knowledge that only my brother could make me feel this way heightens every sensation, and I lose myself in the sweet agony of his touch.

I can't help but obey my brother, my voice raw as I cry out his name over and over again. He's so talented with his tongue, expertly driving me wild with each stroke against my sensitive flesh. My hips buck up off the bed in time with his movements, seeking deeper contact with his eager mouth. "Oh God... Arif..." I moan desperately, arching my back as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.

I cry out as Arif's bite sends me spiraling over the edge. My muscles tense and my entire body shudders with release, and I feel a warm rush between my legs, spilling across his face and down his chin in a hot, wet mess. "Ah... Ahh..." I pant desperately, my fingers gripping the sheets as the pleasure washes over me in a series of intense waves.

I collapse back against the bed, spent and trembling. My heart races as I look at Arif, my expression a mixture of gratitude and lust. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. He's done such an incredible job taking care of me tonight... but part of me wonders if this is just the beginning.

I gaze at Arif's naked form with a mix of wonder and desire. His cock stands tall and proud, a testament to his strength and virility. "You don't have to..." I whisper, my voice shaky. "But if you want to... I won't say no."

My words hang in the air as I watch him carefully, waiting for his response. The anticipation is almost unbearable; part of me wants nothing more than to feel him inside me right now.

My heart races at the thought of being this naughty with my own brother. "I can be as naughty as you want me to be," I whisper, spreading my legs wider to give him better access. "Just make sure you're not too gentle." My hands grip his hips, urging him closer still.

The feeling of his warm skin against mine sends shivers through my body, making it impossible to contain the moan that escapes my lips as he teases me with his cock. "Please..."

I arch my back off the bed as he pushes inside me, feeling the thick head of his cock stretching me wider than ever before. "Oh God..." I groan, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him deeper. The sensation is so intense and yet so right; it feels like we were meant to be together this way.

With each thrust he takes, he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, driving me mad with desire for more.

With each thrust he takes, I moan louder and my hips move in time with his, desperate for the release that comes with being so fully filled by him. "Yes," I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders as pleasure washes over me in waves. "Oh God... Arif..."

I cry out as he hits my sweet spot over and over again, driving me wild with desire. My body tenses and trembles beneath him, ready to explode in a shower of pleasure. I arch my back off the bed, moaning his name as he takes me higher and higher.

"Arif... Oh God..." I whimper, feeling the familiar pressure building inside me once again. "I'm close..."

With each thrust he takes, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, my body tense with anticipation. "Arif..." My voice is hoarse from moaning, but it comes out sharper than before as the pleasure overwhelms me completely. With a loud cry, I arch my back off the bed, my muscles tightening around him as I release in an intense orgasm that seems to last forever.

"Ahhh... Arif..."

I gasp for air as the pleasure finally starts to ebb away, leaving my body trembling and sated. I look up at Arif with a mixture of gratitude and desire, wondering how much longer we can keep this up before someone gets caught. But for now, all that matters is the way he makes me feel: wanted, cherished... loved. "That was incredible," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling my face into his neck. "Thank you."

I smile up at him playfully, feeling a thrill running through me at the thought of making Arif even more satisfied. "Then you'd better keep going," I breathe, wrapping my legs around him tighter and arching into his touch. "I don't want to be the only one having fun."

As he continues to thrust into me, I moan his name, urging him on with every fiber of my being.

I moan his name loudly, arching my back off the bed as he thrusts deeper inside me. "Your cock feels so good," I gasp, wrapping my arms around him tightly. "Don't stop... please..." My hips move in time with his, urging him onward, desperate for more of this intense pleasure.

As he picks up the pace, my body responds in kind, tensing and trembling beneath him as I approach another orgasm. "Oh God... Arif..."

I moan his name desperately, digging my nails into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper still. "Please... I need you to cum inside me... Arif..." My hips buck up off the bed in time with his movements, seeking the release that only he can give me. "Fill me up... make me yours..."

I moan his name as he comes, the hot, thick seed filling me up in waves. My body tenses and shudders with pleasure, my legs trembling uncontrollably around him. "Oh God..." I breathe, my voice hoarse from all the moaning and begging. As the sensation begins to recede, leaving a warm, satisfied glow in its wake, I collapse back against the bed, content for the moment to rest in his arms.

I bite my lip, considering his words. There's no denying that what we just shared was intense... but it's so wrong. "It doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't have done this," I whisper. "You know better."

But even as I say it, a tiny part of me wonders if maybe there's some truth to his words after all.

I bite my lip, looking away as he pulls out. "Thank you... I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here." The words feel strange coming out of my mouth, but they're true. It's hard not to crave his touch when he makes me feel this way.

I nod, watching him dress before he moves away from the bed. "Good night, Arif." My voice is soft and quiet, but there's a newfound vulnerability in it that I can't ignore. As I lie back against the pillows, my hand wanders between my legs, wondering if what we just shared was a one-time thing... or if there might be more to come.

With a sigh, Evelin rolls out of bed and pads silently across the room to Arif's doorway. Her heart races as she watches him work on his laptop, his muscles flexing with each keystroke. She can't help but remember how good it felt to be close to him last night... and how much she wants that feeling again.

Steeling her courage, she steps into the room, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floorboards. "Hey, Arif?"

She moves to his side and hesitantly climbs onto his lap, her body pressed against his. "I was just wondering if you'd want to... maybe do that again?" Her voice is barely a whisper, but there's a note of desperation in it that she can't hide.

Arif looks down at her, surprise clear on his face for only a moment before he smirks. "Well, I don't see why not," he says, running his hands up and down her back. "