"Yes, But Only Because I Love You"

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"Yes, But Only Because I Love You"

Peter Barnes stared across the dinner table at his brother and sister-in-law with wide eyes. After a long moment, he asked dumbfounded, "You want me to give you my ... what?"

She quickly answered, "Your sperm."

There was another long pause of extremely uncomfortable silence. Well, uncomfortable for Peter at least. He didn't know how the two of them were dealing with this. The emotions and facial expressions of Peter's brother, Vic, had always been hard to figure out, clear back to when they were kids. As they were growing up, Vic -- the older by 6 years -- used to tell Peter tall tales with an absolute straight face. The gullible Peter would then run off to repeat the stories to friends or family, only to wind up the butt of the joke.

As far as his sister-in-law went, Peter simply didn't know her enough to know whether she was as uncomfortable as he himself was or totally at ease. The couple had met, begun dating, and gotten married all while Peter was overseas with an Aid Agency. He'd only met and begun to get to know his newest relative upon his return four months ago.

Peter looked to his brother, laughed nervously, and said, "You're kidding ... right? Tell me your kidding!"

"We can't get pregnant," Vic began. He jumped into a detailed explanation of how his little swimmers needed life jackets to get the job done; about how there was, in fact, a medical procedure that could solve the problem; and finally about how they couldn't even begin to afford the $75,000 procedure that -- and this was the kicker -- wasn't guaranteed to work. "If it fails, we have to repeat it ... for another seventy-five grand. Bro ... we just can't afford it."

Peter eyes were wide again and he was wearing a nervous smile. He chuckled, asking, "Why me? Aren't there places for this kind of--"

"Sperm banks," his brother's wife cut in. "Again, expensive. And even though they provide the medical backgrounds of the donors--"

"We don't trust them, Peter," Vic cut in. "Remember that case a few years back when they found out that that fertility doctor had actually been impregnating women with his own sperm? Ninety kids all over the country. And he had medical issues ... problems he passed to all of those kids."

"I have medical issues!" Peter reminded his brother.

"Minor," Vic dismissed. "Mild allergies, mild asthma. Mine are worse than yours, and we didn't worry about it when we were trying to make a baby, so ... we're not going to worry about--"

"This is crazy!" Peter cut in, standing to begin pacing the short eight feet width of the kitchen. He looked to Vic and asked with that tone he used to use when he used to catch his then teenage brother making out with some girl on the couch, "What's mom gonna say?"

"We're not telling her," his sister-in-law said.

When Peter just stared, now his mouth as wide open as his eyes as Vic's wife stressed, "No one will know because we -- the three of us -- won't be telling anyone."

Peter returned to his pacing for a moment, glancing at the couple repeatedly before finally stopping at the kitchen window and looking out into the backyard. It was a magnificent view. The home had belonged to their parents, who had sold a valuable business a few years back and were now traveling North America, spending the proceeds and having the times of their lives. It had been logical that Vic and his beautiful bride moved in since Peter's life was out there in the bigger world. They kept a small room for him above the garage for his childhood and travel memorabilia, as well as a place to crash when he came home from time to time.

"Mom and dad would want you to do this," Vic said.

Peter instantly exploded in laughter. He turned to look at his brother, expecting a humorous expression from his sibling. But Vic's face was as serious as it had been all along.

"You know they have always wanted grandchildren," Vic continued, "and you'll be ninety years old before you ever settle down to begin a family, so..."

Peter shook his head and turned back to the window. As he looked out at their rusting swing set and decrepit tree house, he knew that Peter was absolutely correct. The main reason his parents had chosen this time to evacuate the house was so that their eldest son could begin his family and fill that big back yard with the sound of screaming children.

"Fine," Peter said, turning to face the couple. Their faces lit up. "Yes, I'll do this, but only because I love you."

Peter laughed again, shaking his head and telling them he couldn't believe they were doing this. He returned to the chair at the table, sat, and -- after sighing deeply -- asked, "So ... what do I do. Go to the sperm bank and fill a cup? Do I bring my own porn, or will they have some of those cable channels that require a four digit code to..."

Peter's joke trailed off as he detected an easily read expression in the faces of the typically unreadable couple. He asked simply, "What...? What don't I know?"

After another of those long uncomfortable silences, Vic said, "We can't afford that procedure either, so ... you're going to have to have intercourse with my wife..."
 
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"I know it sounds crazy but it really is our best option. We've thought a lot about it and this just seems like the only way to have a baby..." Sara said getting up "Please consider it. These next few days are my best shot at getting pregnant but if you don't want to then I completely understand..."

Walking to the kitchen she left the brothers alone. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed a glass out of one of the cupboards and begin filling it with water. As she drank she thought about how terrifying this all was. What if it didn't work? What if it took months? Did Vic feel like she was cheating on him, even though it had been his idea? She was worried but she didn't want them to know.
 
Peter watched his sister-in-law walk off and -- as he'd done so many, many times over the past four months -- let his gaze drop to that wonderfully pear shaped ass. He quickly looked away -- from that beckoning butt and Vic, too -- as he felt his face explode in red heat. He'd never blushed from ogling Sara before so why now...? Well, duh ... he was going to be pounding his body against her body soon ... apparently.

He looked to his brother after the burning in his cheeks and neck had died, leaned in close, and whispered, "Are you sure about this, Bro? I mean..." He glanced toward the kitchen again, this time catching Sara's curvaceous profile, then turned his eyes back to his brother and said, "She's your wife! And you want me to ... to ... Jesus! I don't even know what to call it: sleep with her ... make love to her ... F her?"

"Impregnate her," Vic said, not bothering to lower his own voice. "Listen, Peter, don't think of it as sex. It's more like ... breeding."

Peter burst out in nervous laughter, asking, "What the hell is that supposed to mean ... breeding?"

Vic couldn't help but smile, then chuckle. "I know, I know ... it's hard to explain. Listen ... let me describe what'll happen, and maybe it'll make more sense, okay?"

Peter chuckled short and soft, saying, "Give it a try, Bro."

Vic contemplated his words, then explained in a calm tone, "Sara will be ready for you. There won't be a need for foreplay. You won't even have to be naked ... not fully, I mean. You won't have to fondle or grope. No kissing. The lack of intimacy that you would expect from ... making love ... there won't be a need for that. You'll have intercourse with her until you ejaculate..." Vic shrugged, finishing, "And that's it."

Peter shook his head. "You make it sound so easy ... and, well, a lot less enjoyable than fucking should be."

"Do you want it to be enjoyable?" Vic asked with a sincere tone.

"Oh hell, no, Bro!" He glanced toward the kitchen again, wondering whether Sara could hear them clearly. Again Peter gave her a quick ogle as his mind screamed Fuck, yeah, I want to enjoy that. But instead of speaking that, Peter said, "What I mean is ... well ... you know, it has to feel good to work ... you know ... intercourse. But ... well ... Jesus! How do I explain this."

"You want it to be enjoyable enough to make you orgasm but not enough to make you think you're cheating with my wife," Vic said with a confident tone that reflected the hours and hours of conversation he and his wife had had over the past month. When Peter confirmed his explanation, Vic said, "Peter, listen. You are going to enjoy sex with my wife! I guarantee it! How can I...? Because I enjoy it."

He hesitated for just a moment as a paranoid little voice in the back of his head jumped in and asked Vic But does Sara...? Does Sara enjoy sex with you? Vic had long suspected that his wife wasn't entirely satisfied with their sex life. She orgasmed most of the time ... or ... she faked it. Vic wasn't quite sure. Sara made all the appropriate noises, and Vic had -- in their early days of fucking -- asked her often whether she'd enjoyed it. Sara always said yes, but ... Vic was doubtful. He tried to do new and better things with her, but ... well, he was kind of a vanilla guy.

And there'd been three or four times that he'd come home early to surprise her and found her in the bedroom or bathroom looking flushed, embarrassed, and not entirely dressed, leading him to wonder whether or not she'd been masturbating. He'd never actually caught her, but the situations had simply seemed suspicious. Not that he would have had a problem with her touching her own self for her own pleasure. Hell, he did it. Most married men did at some point, regardless of how good the sex was. He just ... well, he would have simply liked to have known. And, to be totally honest, he would have liked to have watched!

He continued, "But it's not cheating! Peter, we're asking you to do this for us. You are going to help us make a baby. That's it. You have sex with Sara a couple of times, maybe more, then we go on with--"

"A couple of times...?" Peter asked. "More...? I thought ... well, you know ... one time. If I remember my Sex Ed, one shot's got a couple of million swimmers heading upstream. Why would we need to do it more than--"

"It might not take the first time," Vic cut in. "Like Sara said, we have a couple of days during which she is ovulating and can become pregnant. Then, we have to wait until next month."

"So..."

Vic held his hand up in a stop gesture. "Take the night to think about it. Then, tomorrow morning, after a cup or ten of coffee ... give us your answer. We can start tomorrow afternoon if you want ... but ... we need to start soon."

"Daytime?" Peter asked, just adding to the small surprises.

"Would you rather a romantic evening with my wife ... dinner and wine maybe?" Vic asked with a smirk.

They laughed together before Peter said firmly, "Light of day, gotcha." Peter glanced toward the kitchen again but didn't see Sara who'd either left the room or was still there, listening in out of sight. "Should I, um ... talk to her?"

"No, Peter, let me." Vic stood, and when Peter did the two men hugged, a gesture of intimacy that was common amongst the men in the family. It was probably the lack of manly man mentality in the Barnes family that made this entire conversation -- and the imminent activity -- possible in the first place. "While you were at the park, I stocked your fridge with beer and snacks, knowing the way you binge when you're mind is reeling."

"Thanks, Bro," Peter said, giving one last glance toward the empty kitchen before heading out and up to his room above the garage. He got into those treats his brother informed him about as he paced about and continually dropped into his favorite chair, only to hop up and begin pacing again. His mind continued to jump back and forth between the two related topics at hand: helping his brother by impregnating the man's wife ... and fucking that babe who was his brother's wife.

Stop it! he told himself again and again as he contemplated the pleasure of being deep inside Sara's pussy. He remembered something he'd once seen scribbled on a toilet stall wall: Get it in, get it on, get it off, get it out. That was how Peter had to handle this: stoke his cock in way that would very quickly make him ejaculate, then get out and say Good luck! This wasn't about his pleasure ... well, any farther than what was necessary to cum.

When he headed into the shower before bed and felt the hot water and soapy fingers upon his cock, he couldn't help but grasp it to masturbate. He stopped, knowing that fantasizing about fucking Sara was not the thing to do right before he actually did it. You're gonna do this ... right? Yeah ... yeah ... yeah you are. For Vic. For Vic and Sara. Because I love them.

And while he knew it was wrong, he beat himself to a very satisfying orgasm anyway...
 
"Are you sure about this?" She asked when Vic walked into the kitchen "We don't have to. It's not like it would be the end of the world if we didn't have any children. I know that's not what we want but we could learn to live with it." Sara said repeating many of the thoughts she had already expressed when they first begain discussing this "I love you. I married you. If we do go through with this and it does work then I'll be having his kids. You can't tell me that there isn't at least a small part of you that will always think of them as not truly being yours...."
 
"Are you sure about this?" Sara asked when Vic walked into the kitchen.

As she continued, he opened the fridge to remove an already opened bottle of his wife's favorite wine and began pouring two glasses.

"If we do go through with this and it does work then I'll be having his kids," she said. He was already lightly shaking his head as she finished, "You can't tell me that there isn't at least a small part of you that will always think of them as not truly being yours...."

"No, Sara," he said with a gentle, loving tone as he set the glasses aside and took her into his arms. He kissed her softly and explained with a sincere tone, "They will always be our children. I will see them as such. Peter will see them as such. And I assure you, after you see how good a father I am, you will see them as such. You will never question whether these are my children, because I will love them and care for them as if they'd come from my own loins."

He kissed her again, then handed her one of the glasses. He lifted his glass close to hers but hesitated to say, "To our children ... may they be as beautiful as their mother ... as strong as their father ... and as generous as their Uncle Peter."
 
She lightly tapped her glass against his before taking a long sip of the wine. "Are you worried about Peter seeing them as his? Technically that is true..." Sara had never really thought about that. During their discussions she hadn't really taken Peters feelings into account. She had to admit she never really expected him to agree to this, she still felt like he would back out in the morning.
 
Vic made a pffft sound through pursed lips, then chuckled. "Oh hell, no! He's not like that. He wasn't raised that way ... neither was I."

Vic sipped at his wine, then explained, "I've never told you this about my father before because ... well, it wasn't important. He wasn't raised by his own father. Grampa James, my daddy's daddy, wasn't daddy's daddy. He wasn't the one who knocked momma up."

He feigned a grimace, then chuckled again. "If she heard me-- if he heard me say that about momma, he'd slap me to the ground. Anyway ... Grampa James came to Grampa Gladys's rescue after some sailor knocked her up back during the war, then shipped out, leaving her pregnant, alone, and banished by her family. Grampa James stepped in, raised Dad -- and of course his own kids, Aunt Lilly, Uncle Tim -- and he raised all three of them as if they had been all been his blood. He didn't treat Dad any different than my aunt and uncle because, in him mind, they were all his children ... because he raised them."

He took another sip of the wine and finished, "So ... Peter will make a baby with you ... our baby ... and we will raise it ... and Peter will be a tickled uncle because--" Vic laughed again before finishing, "--because when it's time to change a diaper or sit through a violin recital or help with algebra homework, he's just the Uncle ... and he can say 'See ya, you're kid, I'm going home."

Vic laughed again, long and loud, then donned a conciliatory expression. "Honey, I know I might sound like I'm not taking this seriously, but trust me. After he does what he needs to do ... what he wants to do, for us ... Peter won't want to have anymore involvement in raising this kid -- our kid -- than showing up for birthdays and Christmas with a present and a hug. Peter is not the father type. He's a free spirit. The Agency will call him up and say 'Hey, we got a situation in ... Timbuktu! ... and he'll be on a plane for Africa knowing that he has nothing to tie him down."

Vic leaned in and kissed his wife on the cheek, then kissed her again on the lips. As he pulled back a few inches, he stared into her eyes and said suggestively, "You know ... I might not be able to hit a home run ... but that doesn't mean I can't at least stand at the plate and ... swing my bat."
 
"Alright..." She said before finishing off the rest of her wine "I'll meet you in the bedroom." She said as she headed off, starting to strip her clothes off. When she reached their bedroom she tossed aside the last few remaining articles of clothing and sat down on the bed. Her mind still racing, thinking about all that had happened only moments ago. What if she couldn't go through with it? What if she enjoyed it...
 
It wasn't the best sex they'd ever had. In fact, it could be argued that it was probably the worst sex they'd ever had. Vic had wanted to reassure his wife that her upcoming session of sex with his brother was nothing about which to be overly concerned, so he'd tried to make this night loving, passionate, and exceptionally erotic. He'd failed, miserably. Oh sure, like usually, Sara made all the appropriate noises and employed all the expected body language. But, as usual, Vic simply couldn't know whether she was faking her enjoyment or actually partaking of it.

He'd stopped asking "Was it good for you? long ago, and -- the night before she fucked Peter -- Vic certainly wasn't going to ask her tonight. Instead, after he'd cum a second time, he simply pulled Sara hard into him in a spooning position that left nary a fraction of inch of space between them, murmured I love you so much, then held her tightly until he finally drifted off to a unsettling sleep...



Peter was up early, once again pacing about the apartment over the garage for an hour as he returned again and again to the coffee pot. Between the caffeine and the situation at hand, he was desperate to burn off some energy. He slipped on his running shoes and went out for a five mile run, then showered, dressed in some comfortable clothes, and --drawing several deep, calming breaths as his mind raced -- finally made his way down to the main house about 11am.

Vic was sitting in the kitchen, his coffee cup empty but his breakfast plate filled with untouched food. Peter took yet another cup of Jo before making his way slowly into the dining room to ask his brother, "So ... are we still doing this?"
 
Sara popped into the dinning room when she heard his voice "I'll be in the guest room when your ready Peter..." She said eating a piece of fruit off her husbands plate, trying to remain casual about the whole thing. Walking out she took a deep breath as she did her best to keep calm. As she walked Into the guest room she stripped off her clothing and laid it neatly on a chair. Laying on the bed she closed her eyes and let her fingers find their way to her clit, slowly moving in circles as she did her best to get herself wet for Peter.
 
"I'll be in the guest room when your ready Peter..."

Peter's eyes followed Sara as she casually left the room, then shifted to Vic. His expression was obvious, as was the desperate but unspoken plea behind it: Tell me not to do this, Bro!

But Vic only stood, crossed to his brother, and gave him another of the well known Barnes Family hugs before whispering, "Thank you, Peter. You don't know what this means to us."

With that, Vic headed out the kitchen door, leaving Peter alone in the house with the woman -- his brother's wife! -- with whom he was to now have sex. Peter's heart was racing, and although he never had once in his entire life, he was sure that at any moment he was simply going to pass out and fall to the floor. It took a long moment to get up his courage, but finally Peter headed for the guest room.

As he stopped at the open door and stared inside, his mouth and eyes both opened wide. Sara was laying in the middle of the bed stark naked ... playing with her pussy! Peter simply stared for a moment ... a long moment ... marveling at the beauty of a woman pleasuring herself. One of Peter's secret infatuations was women masturbating. He'd had a girl friend years earlier who would stop to flick the bean anytime Peter requested it. It had become a very satisfying obsession of Peter's, so when he saw Sara doing it, he couldn't help but smile as one hand dropped to his own grown and began massaging his cock through the fabric.

When Sara opened her eyes and caught sight of him, Peter automatically said Sorry, though it probably wasn't necessary. He stepped inside and began undressing. He was only wearing a tee and sweats, so it wasn't long before he was standing before Sara with nothing on but his tightie whities.

Without looking down at his package, Peter knew that the tip of his cock was escaping the waist band of his underwear just enough for Sara to See. He only smiled to Sara and asked, "So ... I'm not really sure ..."
 
"Just do whatever makes you comfortable." Sara said as she stopped playing with herself and sat up "I'm nervous about this too." She admitted "I think it's best we just go for it, maybe once we start well be able to relax a little. So when you feel comfortable finish undressing and go for it. I think I should be wet enough for you..." She laid back down and spread her legs even further than before, fully exposing herself to him.
 
Sara stopped playing with herself and sat up, saying "Just do whatever makes you comfortable."

Peter simply continued to stare at her for a long moment, stunned by both her incredible beauty and the fact that he was going to be fucking her in a minute or two.

She continued, "I'm nervous about this too."

He chuckled a bit, softly, nearly silently. Nervous...? This isn't nervousness. This is fright! Peter had fantasized about fucking Sara so many times in so many ways over the few months he'd known her, and now ... now that fantasy was coming to fruition.

"I think it's best we just go for it," she continued. "Maybe once we start well be able to relax a little."

Peter could feel his cock twitching with eagerness, which only caused him to become even more nervous. He was sure that Sara could see the tip of his fully hardened, thicker than typical, ten inch long cock peeking out over the waist band of his tightie whities like some big male dog peeking over the fence at the bitch in heat next door. It would occur to him later that this was the first time in his life that he'd ever been embarrassed to be what some women had called well endowed and others had simply called painful.

"So when you feel comfortable," Sara continued, showing none of the hesitation Peter himself was suffering, "finish undressing and go for it. I think I should be wet enough for you."

She laid back down on the bed and spread her legs, fully exposing herself to Peter. Again, he just stared for a moment. Never in his life had he had a woman present herself like this. Take me, I'm yours. Put it in here. Right here. He realized suddenly that his breathing was quickening, becoming a bit erratic. It was as if he was already pummeling that welcoming pussy and feeling the effects of physical exertion.

But it wasn't physical, it was psychological ... emotional. Peter was about to fuck his brother's incredible wife ... and both his brother and that unbelievably incredible wife were welcoming him to do so.

Peter looked away for a moment, down to the floor, then back to the bedroom door as if expecting to find Vic standing there cheering him on ... or sharpening the knife he would stick in his spine at any moment. He had to break the spell of looking at Sara's ... well ... at her ... He swallowed, then looked back to her again. Fully clothed, Sara was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, but here, now, naked and laid out for him to make love to, she was simply indescribably erotic. She had a well rounded figure ... firm, "C" cup breasts, accented by large, dark, swollen nipples ... a graceful hour glass figure that included a narrowing waist and wide hips that his brother had often joked Will be great for child bearing if I can just knock her up.

And now, of course, like this, in a way he'd only fantasized before, Peter ogled the paradise her body offered ... swollen and wet from the foreplay she'd taken into her own hands, literally ... brown folds surrounding glistening pink ones ... all of it smooth, hairless skin, inviting Peter to dive in with hungry lips and--

He looked away again, forcing himself to remember that this wasn't about his fantasies, about all those things he'd done to Sara in his dreams ... but instead simply about getting in, getting on, getting off, getting out. Do all you need and no more, he told himself, looking back to Sara's face for a moment, then to that place.

He chuckled again, his nervousness obvious, then reached to his waist and -- slowly -- worked his underwear down off his hips, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock fell forward, pointing directly at his sister-in-law as if you to scream out You! We want you! As he began to slowly make his way toward the bed, he felt as though he'd been standing there for ever and a day. It his mind it may have been, but in reality it had only been a few seconds.

"Just go for it," he said, paraphrasing Sara's instructions, "Once we start ... relax a little..."

He moved up onto the bed, still moving slowly, knee walking his way in between Sara's parted legs. He tried to keep his eyes on her face but failed, glancing down to her pussy and, involuntarily, drawing an audibly deep breath. He chuckled and looked back to his brother's wife's eyes, laughing, "I ... I can't help it. It--" He cleared his throat and chuckled again. "I think I'm more nervous than that day I lost my virginity so long ago."

Peter leaned forward to place both hands palm down on the bed flanking Sara's chest, and as he did so, the head of his cock made contact with the wet folds of her pussy. He instantly lifted his lower body, severing the contact before chuckling softly again and whispering, "Sorry."

He didn't know for what he was apologizing ... his penis touching Sara's labia...? Hell, in a moment, it was going to be slipping between them! Why was he apologizing? He looked back to Sara again, his face flushed red as his entire body began to tremble for the first time during sex since that earlier mentioned milestone. He again cleared his throat and said softly, "Maybe, um ... maybe you should be on top ... you know ... do this, well ... the way you think we should do it?"
 
"I think it's best we stay like this..." Sara said. She thought that maybe if she wasn't the one doing the fucking it wouldn't feel so much like she was doing something wrong. "Just pretend I'm someone else. There has to be an girl you could fantasize about. Someone you've always wanted to do this with. Just pretend you're entering her..." She said trying to calm both of their nerves as she reached between them and guided his cock to her pussy. "Let's just imagine that for now that I'm not Sara and you're not Peter...okay..."
 
"I think it's best we stay like this," she said.

Ironically, Peter was thinking the same thing Sara was: the one on top is the more guilty one. Of course, there was nothing about which either of them to feel guilty. But, that was a hard concept to grasp.

"Just pretend I'm someone else," she tried to reassure him. "There has to be a girl you could fantasize about. Someone you've always wanted to do this with. Just pretend you're entering her..."

Peter felt his face explode with red again as he thought shamefully, Yeah ... YOU!

Peter didn't realize immediately what Sara was doing with her hands until she gently took his cock into her hands and urged him toward her. He hesitated a moment, then lowered his body. He felt the throbbing head of his erection press against her wet pussy, felt Sara working it between her labia, then -- with an instinctive and somewhat involuntary push forward -- felt it parting those wet, warm lips as it began to slip inside her.

"Let's just imagine," she said as his cock eased inside her, "that for now that I'm not Sara and you're not Peter...okay..."

"Okay," he said, closing his eyes in an attempt to do as she said. It wasn't working though: Peter's mind was overwhelmed with the fact that he was beginning to fuck his brother's wife! He drew a deep breath at the feel of Sara's pussy opening for him and murmured with obvious excitement, "Okay!"

Peter pushed forward with impatient force, suddenly sinking most of his ten inches inside Sara. He felt her reaction to the sudden intrusion and -- opening his eyes again to look into her own -- said with obvious sincerity, "Sorry. I'm sorry."

He didn't know whether he'd hurt her, surprised her, or pleasured her. All he knew was that he shouldn't have done any of those. You're fucking your brother's wife! You shouldn't be doing this! Of course, in reality, this was exactly what he should have been doing. This wasn't cheating or infidelity: Peter and Sara were, as Vic had explained it the night before, simply breeding. There was nothing wrong about this.

Peter hesitated a moment, then pulled and pushed his shaft to and fro a bit a few times, wetting it while trying to let Sara get used to his size. He knew that he was better endowed than Vic was. He'd seen his brother's cock many times over the years, no surprise there. He wondered for a moment what Vic thought about his wife taking a big cock into her. Does that mean anything...? Will he fear that she'll want me again ... for pleasure ... not breeding...?

That kind of thinking didn't last long, though, as Peter continued to stroke back and forth, a bit deeper each time, a bit faster, a bit harder. It felt ... oh god, it was feeling so good. He'd closed his eyes again, trying not to put Sara's face to the pleasure that was begin to rise within him. She's not Sara. I'm not me. We're just two people making a baby.

But as the breeding began to feel so good to him, Peter couldn't shut out the face just before him ... the person he was fucking ... the woman to whom he'd so often fantasized about making love. He opened his eyes and looked into Sara's face and his lower body thrust forward again and again, driving him swiftly toward orgasm. He wanted so badly to say to her You feel so good, Sara ... I've always dreamed of this ... I've wanted you since the day I met you...

But he knew he couldn't say any of those things. He knew he shouldn't even be thinking them. He knew ... he knew ... Oh God...! He knew ... that he was going to cum any moment ... he was going to ... he was...

"Sara...!" Peter managed with a soft grunt just as the euphoria building within him peaked. He drove his cock deep into her with one last thrust as he grunted, "Oh, God, Sara!"
 
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When he entered her it was a mix of pain and pleasure. He was a lot larger than she had expected but it felt so good. It was incredible and the pleasure just continued to increase as he continued to fuck her. It was taking all her strength not to moan and scream and beg him to fuck her harder. It couldn't have been long before she could feel herself getting close to an orgasam but then he came. The warmth of his seed filling her felt better than anything she had ever experienced. Desperately she wanted to beg him to continue, to bring her to her own climax, but that would be wrong. "I guess that's it then..." She said feeling a bit disappointed that it was over "So same time tomorrow?" She asked knowing that if they wanted any chance of making a baby they would have to continue this for the next few days while she was still ovulating.
 
As the orgasm swept through him, Peter's mind deserted him. The euphoria surged through his entire being, and when total consciousness returned to him he found his body pressing down upon Sara's own, his muscular chest to her firm breasts, his six pack abs to her smooth, flawless belly ... his face into the crook of her neck where, panting with joy, he got close to kissing her on the cheek and blurting out his delight at having--

"I guess that's it then..." she said, returning him to reality.

Peter forced himself up from Sara, first lifting his upper body to look down into her eyes, then -- oh so reluctantly -- withdrawing his still slightly twitching cock from that warm, wet heaven.

"So same time tomorrow?" Sara asked.

Peter sat back, his haunches upon his ankles, as he looked down at Sara. His cock -- now lathered in her juices -- was still hard as a rock and pointing her way ... and she was already talking about tomorrow. If she had been any other woman ... if this had been any other situation ... they would have only been starting with the fun. But, of course, this wasn't about fun was it? It was about impregnating Sara so that she could raise a baby with his brother.

"Same time tomorrow," Peter repeated, turning away from her to hide his still alert cock. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then stood and began donning his clothes. It went quickly -- just three pieces and his slip on shoes -- and Peter found himself staring at the closed door, both reluctant and afraid to go through it. He half turned to peek back toward Sara, but as she was still naked it just didn't seem appropriate. She was only nude to facilitate the breeding, not to excite him for pleasure. It didn't seem right to now ogle her incredible form. Instead, Peter simply said, "I'm glad I can help, Sara ... help you and Vic. I'll, um ... I'll see you again tomorrow."
 
"Thank you for the help Peter...." Sara said as she watched him leave. She knew it wouldn't be long before Vic would be walking through the same door. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm the nerves that were no becoming active once again. What would he say. Would he regret his decision to go through with this. She was more than a little worried. When they had talked about it the previous night he believed that he should come see her before she dressed or cleaned up.
 
"Thank you for the help Peter."

Peter stopped in the doorway, unable to leave without seeing her one more time, as if afraid she and Vic would change their minds and not require -- or desire -- a repeat. He turned and looked back, smiling politely. She wasn't presenting herself as she had earlier, with parted thighs and an inviting pussy. But she also wasn't shielding herself from his view, offering him a clear view of the swollen nipples he'd so badly wanted to suckle, of the one rounds butt cheek he would have loved to pound against while they made love on their knees.

"Of course," he said, taking one last look before saying as he departed, "My pleasure."

As he headed into the hallway, Peter grimaced and cursed himself quietly for using the word pleasure as he was leaving his brother's naked wife and still sporting a raging hard-on. He looked up and down the hall with a guilty expression, wondering whether or not Vic was within ear shot or -- worse -- able to see the tent pole pushing the crotch of his sweats forward. To his relief, his brother was no where in sight. Peter reached the back door, checked the driveway and sidewalk beyond for witnesses to the growth down below, then crossed the black top to ascend the stairs to his bedroom ... where he immediately went into his shower to masturbate to yet another orgasm, disappointing as it was in comparison.

Back in the house, Vic waited in the kitchen, sipping on his third cup of coffee. At a time like this, he wished he was a drinker like Peter. Despite the hours of discussion about what had just taken place and the conclusion between him and Sara that it was the right thing to do, Vic was having a hard time now accepting that another man -- his brother of all people -- had just fucked his wife with his permission. He was torn between his great desire to accept this as a loving event between siblings and a betrayal between men.

He drew a deep breath, chastised himself for letting his pride take him places he didn't want to go, and set the mug aside. He made his way to the bedroom to find Sara laying back in several pillows, awaiting him. He managed a smile, then entered and closed the door behind him before making his way across the room to sit on the bed next to her.

"I love you, Sara," he said with a wide smile, leaning in to softly kiss her first on the forehead, then a bit more romantically on the lips. He knew he should do something more -- hug her, caress her, something -- but a nasty, resentful voice deep in the ugliest corner of his mind was reminding him in a loud screaming tone that another man had just fucked his wife. Instead, he waited to see what she wanted to do, forcing a smile as he said, "So, are we going to have a baby do you think?"
 
"I don't know." She said reaching up to pull off his shirt, desperately wanting her husband naked next to her, just holding her. "I guess we'll just have to see in time... Do you think we did the right thing?" She asked scared he wouldn't feel the same about her now that another man, his brother, had not only fucked her but cum inside her. "Do you still love me?"
 
"I don't know," Sara said, beginning to undress her husband. Peter let her remove his shirt as she continued, "I guess we'll just have to see in time... Do you think we did the right thing?"

"Of course!" Vic said, trying desperately to speak the response with absolute sincerity.

The two lovers hadn't known it, but Vic had cautiously made his way close to the guest bedroom door in an attempt to listen to their conversation. He'd wanted to hear what they had to say to one another before they began and had planned on leaving once they started, but ... he'd simply been unable to pull himself away. He'd clenched his jaws as he heard Peter speaking Sara's name as he came inside her, turning and withdrawing to the kitchen as his brother unloaded inside his wife.

"Do you still love me?"

"Always will," he said, leaning in to give her a loving kiss. Whether or not they'd done the right thing, Vic knew he would always love Sara, no matter what. She could have 10 babies by 10 men and she would be the only woman with whom he'd ever want to spend the rest of his life. He stood, removed his pants, and took his wife by the hand. "C'mon."

He led her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. They'd always loved showering together: the intimacy of being naked with the one you loved while water cascaded over your flesh was incomparable. As he took her hand again and pulled her inside, that mean little voice in his mind that had been trying all this time to make this an ugly event was again screaming: Wash your brother's smell off her. You can't make love to her while she still smells of Peter.
 
Sara wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her lips softly against his. "I love you Vic." She whispered. All she wanted was to be close to him, to feel reassured that what had just taken place wouldn't effect their relationship. "Do you want to fool around?" She asked "Or do I not appeal to you..." Sighing she let her fears get to her.
 
"Do you want to fool around?" Sara asked.

Vic was trying to hide his hesitation about being intimate with his wife at this moment -- right after his brother had unloaded his cock within her -- but he was beginning to realize that she was probably sensing his failing passion.

"Or do I not appeal to you..."

He leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss as he pulled their naked, wet bodies tightly together. When their lips parted, he murmured, "I will always want to fool around with you ... you fool."

He laughed and kissed her more playfully, then passionately again as his hands began to roam over her wet flesh. She was such an erotically beautiful woman. Vic had fallen in lust with her before he'd fallen in love with her, but that wasn't really saying much. Every man who'd ever laid eyes upon Sara since she was 14 years old had likely instantly fallen in lust with her. Vic had simply been the one who'd been lucky enough to be the one with whom Sara fell in love.

She's your love ... and your lover, Vic reminded himself as one hand held her tight to him at the small of her back and the other caressed its way down between them to begin searching for that magical button of pleasure that only he...

No longer just me... his mind thought as he remembered that Peter had just been here ... literally here, hard against his wife's body ... cock inside her ... pressing against her clit ... causing her pleasure that only he, Vic, was supposed to cause. Before he knew what he was doing, Vic asked, "Did you enjoy it...? Him, I mean. Did you enjoy Peter?"

He was sorry he'd asked the question even before he finished, but it was too late. The words were spoken...
 
As soon as he asked it became clear that Sara was upset. She stepped out of the shower and and began drying off, ignoring what Vic had just asked her. She wasn't going to lie to him but there was no way that she could tell him that it had felt good. "I don't want to think about that when I'm trying to be with my husband, who I love, who I agreeded to do that for.."
 
"Fuck..." Vic mumbled to himself, knowing the extreme wrong he'd just committed. He followed her out of the shower and watched as she dried, waiting until she was almost done before apologizing with deep sincerity, "I'm sorry, Sara. I ... I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, hon'."

She didn't look at him, though. Her anger -- or disappointment? -- was obvious. But as she began to leave the bathroom Vic grasped her by the wrist and pulled her back to him, grasping her tightly and pressing them together. He'd had a moment to concoct a lie.

"I didn't mean it like that, Sara," he said, leaning in to try to steal a kiss. "It was a joke. I didn't mean it like ... Hey, did you get off fucking my brother? I just ... I mean, c'mon. You had sex. I would hope you enjoyed it."

Vic sensed doubt in his wife's expression and quickly said, "Seriously! I hope you enjoyed it, I do! I mean, I would rather you had fun and felt good than ... that you enjoyed ... Peter--" He almost said my brother, but caught himself. He continued without hesitation, "--rather than feeling like you were being violated by some stranger."

He kissed her, trying to show her sincere love and passion as his hands began to caress over her. He whispered, "Make love to me. Make wild, passionate love to me, Sara. Let's muss up the sheets and wake up the neighbors ... please."
 
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