Gerald intrudes rudely

You turn as the man enters the bathroom from the darkened hallways. For a moment you think it's Ernie and a smile crosses your full lips, but you realize in an instant that it is his brother, Gerald. The pervert that wants a turn with you is grinning a buck-toothed grin, arms wide in a friendly gesture that also conveniently blocks your escape from the bathroom.

"I'm not surprised to see you up," he says, admiring your naked body.

You cover your swollen breasts with your arm and your bare pussy with your hand, but it does little to shield you from Gerald's greedy eyes.

"I'm using the bathroom," you hiss. "If Ernie saw you in here with me he'd kill you."

Gerald continues to grin, taking a step closer. He's nearly naked as well, his big belly and hairy chest are exposed and all he has on below the waist are a pair of tight whiteys with an obvious bulge.

"Like what you see?" Gerald chuckles, following your eyeline.

You sneer and look away.

"You're so beautiful when you're angry," Gerald says, and strokes your cheek with his stubby fingers.

You can smell him, he's so close. A hint of sweat and cologne. Your back is against the sink and he's pressing in close, his chest rubs against your protective forearm.

"I knew you'd be up," he repeats his observation. "You wanted me to find you. Wanted me to give you what Ernie can't."

You turn to argue back, but he covers your mouth with his, his thick tongue forcing its way between your lips and filling your mouth with the acid taste of mouthwash. He leans in against you, one hand gripping your wrist and pushing your arm down to your side. Your breasts exposed, your swollen nipples hardening against Gerald's wiry chest hair.

Finally, you squirm away form his kiss.

"Stop it!" You hush. "I said 'no'."

"It's too late now," Gerald says kissing your neck and down to your shoulder.

You struggle to push him away, but he's too strong.

"Don't fight it," he warns. "I'm bigger than you."

It's true, even pregnant he's got a good 50 pounds on you, and not all of it is fat either. He could probably lift you over his head.

You shiver as his tongue licks up your neck and loudly explores your ear. His free hand finds your other wrist and pushes it away from your pussy. The hard mound in his white underpants pushes against the underside of your bulging belly.

"Stop fighting," he complains as he struggles to keep your arms away from your body.