The house was unnervingly quiet as I walked in, groceries in hand. I balanced the bags, feeling their weight against my sides, and nudged the door shut with my hip. My seven-month-pregnant belly made everything more cumbersome, and I let out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit me. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, a constant reminder of the life growing inside me.
“David?” I called out, expecting him to be in his usual spot on the couch. The TV was off, and there was no answer. The silence was unsettling. I headed towards the kitchen to put the groceries away when I realized I’d left my phone upstairs in the bedroom. I needed to call my mum and update her on the baby’s latest movements.
I started up the stairs, each step a bit more effort than the last. Halfway up, I heard something. A noise. A muffled laugh, followed by a soft moan. I froze, my hand gripping the railing. The sound was coming from our bedroom. My bedroom. Our sanctuary. My heart began to race, a sickening feeling spreading through my chest.
With each step closer to the bedroom, the noises became clearer. I could hear David’s low and intimate voice, but it wasn’t alone. I could listen to deep grunts and groans and the sounds of the springs in our bed. There was a woman’s voice, too, breathy and eager. A tear rolled down my cheek as I heard her say, “Ugh fuck me”. My mind reeled, refusing to believe what my ears were telling me. But I had to see. I had to know.
I reached the door, which was slightly ajar, and pushed it open. The sight before me was like a punch to the gut. David was there, tangled in the sheets with another woman. He was laid on top of her, going to town on her, their bodies entwined in a way that made my stomach churn. The room smelled of sweat and betrayal, a scent I would never forget. The woman looked up, startled, her face flushed. David turned, his eyes widening in horror as he saw me standing there.
“Lisa!” he exclaimed, scrambling to cover himself. “This isn’t what it looks like!”
I stood there, numb, as if rooted to the spot. My vision blurred with tears, and I could feel the blood rushing to my face, my hands shaking uncontrollably. “How could you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. “How could you do this to us? To our baby?”
The woman quickly gathered her clothes, avoiding my gaze as she slipped out of the room. David stood up, trying to approach me, his face a mask of regret and panic. “Lisa, please, let me explain—”
“Explain?” I cut him off, my voice rising with every word. “Explain what, David? That you’ve been cheating on me while I’m carrying your child? That you’ve destroyed everything we’ve built together? What could you possibly say that would make this okay?”
He reached out, but I stepped back, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could taste the salt of my tears and feel the heat of my anger burning through my veins. My whole body trembled, a mix of fury and despair.
“Get out,” I spat, pointing towards the door. “Get out of this house. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
“Lisa, please, I love you—”
“Don’t,” I warned my voice deadly calm. “Fucking don’t you dare say that to me? You don’t get to say that after what you’ve done.”
He hesitated, then hung his head and walked out, his footsteps echoing down the stairs. I stood there, my whole world crumbling around me. The room, once a place of comfort and love, now felt tainted, every corner filled with the ghosts of what I had just witnessed.
I sank to the floor, my hands cradling my belly. “I’m so sorry, baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”
The next few hours were a blur. I moved mechanically, packing a bag with my essentials, my mind numb with shock. I called John, my fingers trembling so much I almost dropped the phone. When he answered, his voice was calm and steady; it was like a lifeline.
“John,” I choked out, “I need you. I need you to come get me.”
He didn’t ask for details. “I’m on my way, Lisa. Hang in there.”
It wasn’t long before I heard his car pull up outside. He walked in, looked at my tear-streaked face, and hugged me. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here now.”
I clung to him, the warmth of his embrace soothing my frayed nerves. “He cheated on me, John,” I sobbed. “I found him with another woman.”
John’s face darkened with anger, but he kept his voice gentle. “We’re getting you out of here,” he said. “You and the baby are coming home with me.”
We packed my things quickly, John taking the heavier items while I gathered what I could manage. Every object I touched felt like a betrayal, a reminder of the life I thought I had. The betrayal tasted bitter on my tongue, making my stomach turn.
Finally, we were ready. I looked around the house, my heart heavy with sorrow. This place, once my haven, was now just a house full of broken dreams. I touched my belly, feeling the baby move, and whispered, “We’re going to be okay.”
John helped me into the car, his presence a steady comfort. The drive to his house was silent, the weight of what had happened hanging heavy between us. When we arrived, he led me to the guest room, which he’d prepared with fresh linens and a vase of flowers.
“Get some rest,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ll make us something to eat.”
I nodded, too exhausted to argue. I lay down on the bed, the softness of the pillows cradling my weary body. As I stared at the ceiling, the day’s events replayed in my mind, each moment cutting more profound than the last.
Dinner was simple—spaghetti with marinara sauce—but it was exactly what I needed. We ate in silence, the familiarity of the meal bringing a small measure of comfort. Afterwards, we sat on the couch, watching an old comedy show. The laughter on the screen felt distant, but it was a distraction, a small respite from the pain.
As I lay in bed that night, I felt a glimmer of hope. It wasn’t much, just a tiny spark, but it was enough. With John by my side, I knew I could get through this. The baby kicked, a gentle reminder that I had something precious to fight for.
“Goodnight, little one,” I whispered, touching my belly. “We’re going to be just fine.”
My poor brother gave up his bed for me, and I fell into bed, feeling the day’s exhaustion weigh heavy on my body. “John,” I shouted, breaking the silence.
He eventually came to the room, his face filled with concern. “Yeah, are you okay?” he said as he stood in the doorway in his boxers.
“I… I don’t wanna be alone tonight,” I started crying, my voice barely a whisper. The tears came unbidden, my shoulders shaking with the force of my sobs.
John didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re not alone, Lisa. I’m right here.”
I clung to him, the familiar scent of his aftershave mixing with the salt of my tears. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a tiny bit of peace.
“C-can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone; I feel lonely,” I wiped my eyes.
John climbed into bed next to me, our bodies pressed close. It reminded me of the past when we were kids and still shared a bed in those rare moments when fear had gotten the better of either of us. With the weight of his warmth along my side, my burden felt a little easier, my heart a little less heavy.
“Ok, move over, let me in, blimey your getting big now; I remember when you used to have small boobs. Look at them now,” he said jokingly.
“Thank you, John,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
“No problem, sis. I’m always here for you,” he replied, equally emotional.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me closer against his chest. His thumb began to trace slow circles on my upper arm, the gentle touch sending warmth radiating through my body.
“Trust me feels good to have bigger boobs but it’s not fun when they leak and make a mess everywhere,” I added, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt self-conscious, my swollen belly and large breasts making me feel vulnerable and exposed.
John chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. “I can imagine. I’m sure you’re a beautiful pregnant woman, Lisa.”
I blushed, a warmth spreading through my cheeks. It had been a long time since anyone had called me beautiful, and the words brought a bit of comfort.
“Not to mention the hormones everywhere; I am constantly horny, haha; sorry. You didn’t need to know that,” I said as I felt more cheered.
I chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “No need to apologize, sis. Trust me, I know about hormones and their sometimes… intense effects.” His hand gently stroked down my arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
With his body pressed against mine, the heat of the moment started to build, and the ache I’d been feeling bloomed between my legs, my core throbbing, my mind filling with urgent thoughts of pleasure. Without thinking, I found my hand slipping under his boxers, my fingertips tracing the skin of his thigh.
John sucked in a breath, his hands tightening around me in surprise, but he made no move to stop me. My fingers continued exploring, trailing upwards along the soft skin of his inner thigh and encountering his hardening erection.
“John, I-I am horny, do you want to have sex with me?” I asked, my voice breathy and filled with anticipation. I didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore; my desire was too strong.
John hesitated, his breath hot against my ear. I could sense his internal struggle, weighing the morality of the situation against his lust. But ultimately, the temptation was too much.
“Are you sure, Lisa? I don’t want to hurt you or the baby,” he asked, his voice strained with desire.
“Haha, you won’t hurt my baby; pregnant women can have sex; I-I know it’s wrong but I am so fucking horny; I can’t take it anymore, John.” I gasped, arching my back as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
He strokes my boobs, his hands gently cupping them, the roughness of his palms sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. “Fuck, Lisa,” he muttered, his thumb brushing against my sensitive nipples. The sensation made my toes curl, a fresh wave of desire surging through me.
“Just… be gentle, okay?”
I nodded, my breath hitching as he slowly began to grind his hips against me. The friction was maddening, sending sparks of pleasure skittering through my veins. I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly, and the thought of him inside me made my heart race.
“Turn on your side, Lisa; I will take you from behind so I don’t hurt your belly.” He guided me to turn on my side as he shuffled right behind me. His hands gripped the waistband of my maternity knickers and pulled them down.
I wiggled out of my underwear, kicking them off to the side. John’s hands roamed over my curves, exploring every inch of my body. The warmth of his touch and the scent of his musky cologne stirred a deep hunger in me. I could feel myself growing wetter, my body aching to be filled.
He slipped a hand between my thighs, parting my folds gently. I gasped at the touch, my legs trembling as he ran a finger along my damp lips. He found my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and began to circle it. My hips bucked forward, my breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure consumed me.
“Oh, God, John,” I cried out, my voice breaking.
He plunged a finger deep inside me, filling the space I craved. I moaned with pleasure, my body desperate for more. He slipped in another finger, the sensation of fullness beyond words.
I arched my back, my body begging for release. John’s hand worked faster, pumping in and out as his thumb continued to strum my clit.
“Please, use your dick instead of just your fingers, John. I need to feel your cock,” I gasped, unable to contain myself anymore. I ached to have him fill me, to satisfy the hunger that had built inside me.
“Okay, Lisa, I need you to relax for a moment,” John said as he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind me. He pressed the head of his cock against my slick fat pregnant pussy and slowly began to push inside me.
I sighed with relief as he slid his thick throbbing cock inside me; the feeling of his cock was more satisfying than I could have imagined. “Ah, that feels so good, John,” I moaned as he started moving slowly and steadily.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he thrust more profoundly with each movement. His breath was hot against my neck, a reminder of the intimacy we were sharing. “You feel so good, Lisa,” he murmured.
The pleasure built with every thrust, my body arching to meet his, eager for more. Each push sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, growing more intense with every second.
“Ugh, fuck me, John, harder,” I begged, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Never thought I would ever be fucking my sister; you sure you want me to continue,” he said as he slowly slid in and out.
I turned to face him, my face only inches from his. “Yes, John,” I whispered, my voice full of conviction. “I want this. I need this. Please don’t stop.” I then turned back around to let him carry on fucking me.
He started to go faster as my fat ass slapped against him on every thrust.
John’s hand reached around to cup my breasts, his thumb flicking over my nipples. I moaned, my hips bucking back to meet his thrusts. The pleasure was building, every movement sending shockwaves through my body.
“You’re so pussy is so good, Lisa; so glad you are here,” John grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place.
I held onto the headboard, my body trembling with every powerful thrust. My moans got louder in the room, mixing with the sounds of our bodies colliding.
John was moving faster and faster. An instinctive need grew inside me, an unquenchable need for freedom. The feeling of his cock sinking into me was intense. I clenched my walls around him, wanting more.
The smooth sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room. The raw intensity of the moment was increased by the heat radiating from our coupling through the atmosphere. Every touch, every movement, was pulling me closer and closer to the edge as I was lost in a vortex of sensation.
“Fuck, John, I’m going to cum all over your cock,” I exclaimed, barely able to speak.
He tightened his hold on my hips, moving more quickly as my ass squished against his belly. I felt the pleasure rising inside me like a tidal wave as the pressure inside me reached a fever pitch. I let out a guttural cry and fell off the edge, experiencing waves of pure blissful ecstasy.
My body shuddered with the force of my orgasm, “UMMM, FUCK,” I gushed like a flood over his dick and the bed. He kept pounding harder.
“Oh, my God, Lisa,” John gasped, his cock throbbing inside me. He was close to the edge himself. I could feel his heart racing against my back as he continued to thrust into me with a desperate urgency.
I reached behind me and grabbed onto his ass, pulling him deeper inside me with each movement. The sensation of being filled so wholly was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm.
He groaned, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. He collapsed against my back, our bodies glistening with sweat and other fluids.
I smiled, a warmth spreading through my body. I reached down to touch myself and felt his seed seeping out of me, wet and thick.
