Forbidden Desires: The Neighbour Next Door

Pushing the Boundaries

Ethan could no longer wait. The days had stretched on, and the impending birth felt agonisingly close yet still out of reach. The idea of waiting another two or three weeks filled him with frustration. Every day that passed was a reminder of the tangled mess he found himself in, and the sooner Chloe gave birth, the sooner he could start putting things back together—just him, Isabelle, and their babies.

Desperate for a solution, Ethan decided to visit the midwife. He needed a way to hasten the process, to bring Chloe's labour on earlier. He entered the clinic, his mind set on finding a way forward.

"Would it be safe for Chloe and the baby if he were to come early?" Ethan asked, his voice calm but determined. "I need your help to speed things up."

The midwife, a seasoned professional who had seen all manner of requests, considered his words carefully. "Chloe's strong, and the baby's weight is very good," she replied after a moment. "During the last scan, his lungs were developed well. I don't see any complications if we move things along a bit earlier."

Ethan nodded, relief washing over him. "So, what can we do?"

The midwife raised an eyebrow but didn't question his motives. "I'll help massage her, and guide the baby into the correct position. You do what you need to while I assist. We can insert these—" she handed him a small vial of medicine, "—and you'll have your baby boy by the end of the day."

Ethan took the vial, a plan already forming in his mind. Together, they would trick Chloe's body into thinking it was time for the baby to arrive. With the midwife's help, they would hasten the labour without Chloe suspecting a thing.

Later that day, Ethan made his way to Chloe's room, heart racing. The midwife had already arrived, and as Chloe lay comfortably on the bed, unaware of what was coming, the midwife began her work. Using careful, calculated pressure, she massaged Chloe's belly, pushing the baby into position, and guiding him down into her pelvis. It was a subtle trick, but one that would trigger her body into thinking labour had naturally begun.

Chloe felt the baby drop lower, but she didn't think much of it. "I think he's moving a lot today," she said casually, unaware of the true purpose behind the massage.

Ethan nodded, hiding his nervous anticipation. "He's getting ready," he replied smoothly, approaching her and placing a hand on her belly.

The midwife continued her work silently, her hands moving with precision as she finished the massage. Once done, she stepped aside, leaving Ethan to carry out the next part of their plan.

Ethan sat beside Chloe, his hands trailing over her skin, his touch soft at first, lulling her into a state of relaxation. "Let's get you comfortable," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her deeply.

As they kissed, Ethan discreetly took the vial of medicine and carefully inserted it into her. He kept her occupied, distracting her with kisses and gentle caresses as the medicine began to dissolve inside her. He could feel her body heat up in response, her breath quickening as the drug started to work its magic.

Without hesitation, Ethan ramped up the intensity. He thrust into her hard, each movement purposeful as he aimed to speed up the process. Chloe moaned beneath him, lost in the heat of the moment, completely unaware of the plan being carried out. Each time he pulled back, he added more of the dissolving medicine, making sure the full dose would take effect.

He continued, thrusting harder and deeper, his body pressing against hers with a force that was almost frantic. Chloe moaned louder, her body responding to his every move, never suspecting that it was anything more than their usual passionate encounter.

As Ethan finished, Chloe lay back, breathless, her body trembling with the aftermath of their intense session. She felt a tightening sensation in her lower abdomen, but she assumed it was just the aftershocks of pleasure. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her eyes half-closed.

Ethan leaned in, kissing her softly, his voice low and soothing. "Everything's alright, Chloe. You're just feeling the aftereffects." He continued to kiss her neck, trailing his lips down her body, distracting her as the medicine began to work.

But then Chloe's abdomen contracted again, this time more intensely. She winced, her hand moving to her belly. "Ethan... I feel strange," she said, her voice filled with uncertainty. "Something's happening."

Ethan kept his calm façade, his hands caressing her softly. "It's nothing to worry about," he whispered reassuringly. "It's just something regular. You'll be fine. Just relax."

He kissed her again, deeper this time, as he reached for a small, hidden object from beside the bed. "I brought you a toy," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you want to try it?"

Chloe nodded, her body already responding to his suggestion. She smiled, her eyes heavy with lust, and Ethan took the opportunity to slide the toy into her. The vibrations immediately brought a rush of pleasure, and Chloe moaned softly, her body arching against him.

What she didn't know was that the toy was also pushing her body closer to active labour. The medicine had softened her cervix, and the repeated stimulation was speeding up the process. Each contraction was becoming stronger, her body unknowingly preparing for the baby's arrival.

As Chloe lay back, moaning from the pleasure, her body began to contract more frequently. The pain was starting to mix with the pleasure, her face scrunching in confusion. "Ethan... it's getting... intense."

Ethan continued his ministrations, knowing it wouldn't be long now. The baby would come soon, and this chapter would finally be over. "Just a little more," he whispered, his voice dark with anticipation. "You're doing great."

Chloe writhed beneath him, lost in the overwhelming sensations, completely unaware of what Ethan had planned for her.

Ethan left the vibrating toy in place, letting it work its magic, heightening Chloe's sensations as her body continued to respond. But he wasn't done yet. Reaching for another toy, he gently slid it into her, his movements slow but purposeful. The combination of the two toys sent waves of intense pleasure through Chloe's body, her breathing becoming erratic as she writhed beneath him.

He leaned down, his lips finding her nipples, teasing and tasting them as he increased the pressure with each thrust of the toy. His movements were deliberate, each one designed to push her closer to the edge—not just of pleasure, but unknowingly, of labour as well.

"Ethan, Ethan... it feels different," Chloe gasped, her voice shaky with both pleasure and confusion. Her body was overwhelmed by the sensations, the contractions now coming faster, but her mind couldn't process what was happening. The mix of stimulation and tightening in her abdomen blurred into one intense experience.

Ethan kissed her deeply, his lips silencing her cries as he increased the intensity of the toys, pushing her further and further. Chloe moaned into his mouth, her body trembling under the relentless pressure he was building.

Her cries were muffled as Ethan deepened the kiss, his hand moving with more force now. He could feel the tension in her body rising, the climax nearing. And then, with one final hard thrust, he felt it—a sudden release of pressure as Chloe's water broke.

Chloe gasped in shock, pulling away from his kiss as her body jerked involuntarily. "Ethan!" she cried, her eyes wide with panic. "Something just happened!"

Ethan leaned back, his heart racing, but he kept his composure. "It's starting," he whispered, a sense of dark satisfaction settling in. "The baby is coming."