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Old 06-07-2015, 03:22 PM   #1
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"Yes, But Only Because I Love You"

"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 semen."

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, Vic explained, "Peter! We're practically twins! We look alike, we carry ourselves alike, we're both athletic and coordinated. We're both intelligent--"

"Well..."

Vic laughed. "Yeah, yeah, you're the smarter one. But the point is, if we both had children by the same woman, most people would probably never be able to identify which kid was yours and which kid was mine! It's always been that way in our family. We look alike, Dad looks just like Uncle Gregory and Uncle Henry. And Grampa Vic and Uncle Peter were actual twins. Maybe that's where all of this similarity stuff began."

"No one will know," Vic's wife stressed, "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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Old 06-10-2015, 03:16 PM   #2
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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.
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Old 06-11-2015, 03:16 PM   #3
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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...
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Old 06-29-2015, 12:26 AM   #4
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"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...."
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Old 06-29-2015, 12:48 AM   #5
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"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."
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Old 06-29-2015, 01:01 AM   #6
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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.
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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."
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