Our Surrogate
It’s a fairly improbable scenario, but I had fun writing it.
Disclaimer: Themes of betrayal and adultery here. If not your thing, then best to avoid this story.
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OUR STORY, PART 1 – SEAN
I met Rose fresh out of high school. We were both taking general education courses at our local community college, a throwaway year I suppose, while we figured out what we wanted from life. We both sat at the back of our essay writing class and spent the whole time flirting and occasionally getting in trouble from the doubtlessly underpaid and overworked English teacher.
I saw her slight build, long dark brown hair tied in a ponytail with a black scrunchie. awkward demeanor, and I was instantly smitten. She was pretty in a girl next door kind of way, the one you look at once and convince yourself you’re going to marry them. Which is what I did. We flirted for a couple weeks before I scrounged up the courage and asked her out.
For our first date, we went to the movies. She wanted to see Magic Mike XXL, and I was keen to please her so I of course said yes, and then sat there in stony silence while a parade of semi-nude and utterly ripped men danced around for two hours. Honestly, the movie wasn’t bad, but I came out of the movie with my confidence in the toilet. Rose must’ve seen the expression on my face because she turned to me and said, “You’re handsome,” propped herself on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss on the lips. Not a bad first date after all!
We walked on to a small coffee shop and sat there for three hours, talking about the movie, and then our lives. I told her about my older brother, Sam, who had been in and out of juvie, and who now lived in my parents’ attic smoking weed and almost trying to find work. Rose told me about her younger sister, Grace, whom she described as the jacked version of her. Where Rose was slight, Grace was big: Tall, big breasts, big hips. She showed me pictures, and there was an unmistakable family resemblance, even as their statures were so different. Same hair, same smile, same eyes.
From then on we were inseparable. We hung out every day at school, and went out together every weekend. She loved making out, and she had a devilishly long tongue, which I loved almost as much as her. Beyond making out, however, we were curiously chaste. After two months, we hadn’t gotten any further than second base.
Despite the lack of sex, things progressed great. She met my family, and they loved her. Even my brother Sam came down from the attic to meet her, and thankfully didn’t smell too much like pot. She was kind and charming as usual, and won them all over. I met her family, and we got on even better. Her mom thought I was the perfect gentleman, and her dad just loved that there was another car enthusiast to chat with. I wasn’t actually into cars, but before meeting him I boned up on his favourite car shows so we could bond. Grace and I were instant BFFs. We talked endlessly about movies (which I was ACTUALLY into, and not just pretending), and had a trove of in-jokes after knowing each other for only a few hours.
I left her parents’ house that night in high spirits, but Rose seemed particularly subdued.
I took her hand in mine as we walked.
“That was a good night,” I remarked, looking for an opening.
“It was,” Rose replied softly.
“What’s wrong? You seem… off,” I asked.
“Can we sit down for a minute?” Rose asked, and gestured to a bus stop bench.
My stomach clenched in knots as we walked over to the bench and sat down. Rose had the expression I’d seen before only once, on a girlfriend just before she made me an ex, combination of apprehension, fear, and sadness.
I gulped, a lump in my throat, “If you’re going to dump me, rip the band-aid off fast.”
Rose broke into a smile, “No, I’m not dumping you. Sean, I love you. I’m convinced you are the one for me. I’m just not convinced I’m the one for you.”
My fear turned to confusion, “I don’t understand.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Rose sighed, “I’ve been enjoying our relationship as it is so much that I was avoiding this step.” Rose took a deep breath, squeezed my hand, and continued: “I can’t have sex.”
I blanked for several seconds, “Sorry, what?” Tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“I can’t have sex, Sean. I am incapable of it,” she sniffed, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I have MRKH syndrome. It affects the uterus and genitals. Intercourse is extremely painful. Believe me, I have tried everything. It won’t even fit a pinkie finger.”
The months of making out suddenly made sense.
“There’s more, Sean,” she went on, “I have no menstrual cycle.” She paused to let it sink in, “I can’t have children.”
My world spun upside down. I was only eighteen, but I knew I always wanted to have children someday.
We sat on the bench holding hands for a long time. She went on into the details of her condition, describing it as “Mayer…” something something. I was only half listening. I was thinking about what I wanted for the future and trying to imagine that future without Rose. The fact was, I couldn’t.
*****
OUR STORY, PART 2 – ROSE
I remember the feeling of terror deep within me when I confessed to Sean about my medical condition. I remember with fear the expression on his face as I revealed that sex, and children (for me), were off the table. His eyes got far away, like he had stopped listening to me. I pressed forward, as I feared I’d throw up from anxiety if I stopped talking, and then I’d never finish.
I finished saying my peace and then sat, eyes downcast, waiting for a reaction.
Sean took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and my stomach did a somersault. “I’m sorry that you’ve had to go through life with this condition. I’m sorry that you were afraid to tell me. I don’t know what the future holds for me, Rose, but I know you’re in it.”
I looked up into his eyes, at this moment the kindest eyes I’d ever seen. “I love you, Rose,” he said, “Whatever we have to do to make this work, we will do.”
I had found a keeper, for sure.
*****
We got married shortly after finishing school. I studied nursing and Sean, to my father’s delight and to my and my sister’s endless amusement, ended up getting bitten by the automotive bug and became a mechanic. Turns out all those hours watching car shows sparked something long dormant. He got a good apprenticeship right out of trade school, and by the time I was done with my nursing program he had fast-tracked his apprenticeship into a great job.
We dated exclusively. There was never any question among our friends who was going to get married first. Everyone saw us as the perfect couple. And in 99% of ways we were. We laughed at the same jokes. We liked the same kinds of movies. Most importantly, we had similar life goals. We wanted to stay in our home town, buy a home, and raise a family. We just hadn’t figured out quite yet what that would look like.
Sexually, we tried absolutely everything we could try. I told him nothing was off the table apart from vaginal intercourse. We tried anal a couple of times, but it didn’t really do anything for me, and my disinterest turned him off. We did sexy role-play, we watched porn together. Mutual masturbation worked well, and we loved to sixty-nine. Those were our go-to ways to finish together.
But still I felt guilty. Guilty that Sean had never had intercourse, and never would. Guilty that Sean would not have biological children of my own, something I had long ago made peace with for myself.
So when I approached him with the idea of finding a surrogate, he was thrilled.
“Are you sure?” Sean asked me, concerned, “Are you certain you’d want to raise a child that’s not biologically your own?”
“I’ve had a lifetime to prepare for this possibility, Sean,” I reassured, “I want to raise a child with me, regardless of its DNA.”
Finding somebody willing to be a traditional surrogate was extremely difficult. A gestational surrogacy, where embryos are implanted, was extremely expensive, but traditional (where the surrogate mother’s own eggs are used) was just as challenging. The few women we talked to about it were concerned that the genetic bond would be too painful to give up after birth.
I finally vented to my sister about it, when she asked me about how the process was going. I confessed it wasn’t going well. Grace, ever generous, immediately volunteered.
“Why haven’t you asked me, Rose?” Grace rolled her eyes at me, and smacked me lightly in the back of the head, “I would have said yes instantly.”
“That’s why I didn’t ask you. I can’t ask you to do something like this because I know you would do anything for me. I need someone whom I can trust to say no.”
“Well, I’m not saying no. And I’m not taking no for an answer! I mean, look at these hips,” Grace stood up, put her hands on her hips, and swayed jovially back and forth, “These are breeding hips! Designed to pass a child!”
I laughed, “It’s true, your hips are mighty.”
“Yup, I could burp and pass a baby no problem,” Grace pooched out her belly as if she were pregnant. She slapped it playfully, “Easy peasy.”
I still resisted, “But you’ve never wanted children of your own, Grace. You want to put your body through that?”
“For you? I would do anything,” Grace smiled, “Besides, how cool would it be to have a mother/aunt and an aunt/mother?”
I nodded, “It would be nice to be related to my child by blood.”
“Plus, you can circumvent all the BS. No worrying about what the surrogate might be doing, because you know what I’m doing. Watching movies, sitting on my butt eating chocolate chip mint ice cream, and complaining about my swelling feet!” Grace grinned and clicked her heels together.
“Grace, I don’t know what to say,” I sniffed, as tears started welling in my eyes.
“Oh God, don’t cry, or I’ll start too.”
I threw my arms around my sister. “Thank you,” I whispered.
*****
FERTILITY WINDOW, DAY 1 – SEAN
I arrived at Grace’s apartment, insemination kit in tow. She opened the door and was greeted in typical Grace fashion.
“Uncle/dad!” She exclaimed!
“Hey, just dad. Only you and Rose get cool double titles.”
“Fine fine,” She scowled, “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” We sat in her kitchen and gabbed about movies for half an hour, until our avoidant conversation well started to dry up.
“Soooo,” Grace said awkwardly, “Is that the kit?” She pointed to the bag I had brought.
“Uhh, yep,” I replied, equally awkwardly, “I think, uh, my deposit, goes in here.” I gestured to the syringe, “And then that goes inside, uh, this thingy.” There was a pink penis shaped hunk of ugly looking plastic.
Grace nodded, “OK, so do you want to use the bathroom to, you know, make the deposit?”
“I guess I should, unless you have a sauna in here somewhere?”
“Not today, no.”
I stood and picked up my bag. “I’ll be in the bathroom then.” I went in and locked the door. It was a tiny, like most one bedroom apartments.
“Your collection of porn magazines is terrible,” I joked through the door.
“Sorry, I lost them in my last apartment purge. They didn’t spark joy,” Grace joked, “I may have a National Geographic around here. Sometimes they’re good for a wank.”
“I’ll just use my phone, thanks, Grace.”
It was a slow and torturous twenty minutes to get myself to cum in that bathroom. Grace did me the favour of going to the kitchen and washing dishes loudly, but it was still an anxiety-provoking process. My wife was depending on me to follow through with this, and my penis responded by refusing to respond.
After I had finally coaxed an erection, I heard a tap on the door.
“How’s it going, tiger?”
“Unhelpful, Grace.”
Grace laughed, “I know, I’m sorry. I will be on the bed when you are ready.”
And with those few words, my libido suddenly had a focus. I pictured Grace lying on the bed, nude, legs splayed, gesturing for me to come to her. My balls tightened, I gasped quietly and filled the syringe with my sperm.
I hastily zipped myself up, and opened the bathroom door. “Got it!” I said triumphantly, and carried it to her bedroom. Grace was under the covers, still wearing a shirt.
“Good job! Glad you found inspiration!” She smiled slightly, “OK, gimme that syringe, I’ve got the pink penis right here.” I handed it over,, and she pulled the covers over her head, forming a tent.
“Get in there…” She said as she fumbled around under the covers. Suddenly, she pulled the covers back and looked expectantly at me, “You can go.”
“Of course,” I nodded like a fool, and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I stood just outside the door, curious. I could hear her fumbling and cursing. “Just… fuckin’… work.” She mumbled.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, Sean leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor.
Grace came out a couple of minutes later looking furious. She was also pantless. “This pink thing is a nightmare. So fucking uncomfortable, and I can’t get the syringe to work while it’s inside it.” I tried not to stare at her legs, which were covered to mid-thigh by her long nightshirt. And I really tried hard not to think about the fact that there was probably nothing on her under that shirt.
She tossed me the pink hunk of junk plastic, and went back into the bedroom with the syringe.
Another five minutes went by, when she emerged triumphant. “I got it!” She hollered, and held the syringe up high. Her arm lifted her shirt, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of a nest of hair. She hadn’t bothered to put her underwear back on. I quickly made and locked eye contact to avoid the temptation of checking out her downstairs again.
“Good job, Grace!” I held my hand up for a high five, and she obliged.
“Oh, fuck, wait,” she muttered, and leaned over. A trickle of my semen was running down her thigh.
“Shit, OK, I’m going to go lie down! Cool to let yourself out?” She raced back to the bed and flopped down, sliding a pillow under her ass, and inadvertently giving me another view of her pussy. I turned and faced away.
“Of course, I’ll get out of your hair.”
All the way home, my mind was consumed with thoughts of Grace and her tantalizing cunt that I had glimpsed twice. She had let me masturbate in the bathroom, and then she had injected my cum inside of her. My cock swelled as I remembered the stream of cum on her leg. FUCK…
Guilt welled up inside of me as I thought of Rose at home. It’s not her fault I’ve never had vaginal sex with a woman, I shouldn’t punish her by lusting after her sister.
I burst in the front door, determined to sweep away my lust and guilt with enthusiasm for our future child. Rose was watching TV. “Day one is complete!” I proclaimed. Rose smiled, and got up to greet me. “It went OK? I mean, it wasn’t too awkward?”
“It was EXTREMELY awkward, but we managed it somehow,” I said proudly.
“My love, thank you,” Rose hugged me and kissed my cheek, “It’s amazing that this is actually happening.
“Yes,” I said, and my mind strayed back to Grace’s dribbling cunt. “Amazing.”
*****
FERTILITY WINDOW, DAY 2 – GRACE
After my experience the first day, I was not looking forward to the insemination process. The insemination kits were expensive, and also, somehow, garbage. The first day, the PPP, my nickname for the Pink Plastic Penis, had been flimsily constructed, and uncomfortable as fuck. The syringe that was supposed to work in tandem with it didn’t connect properly, and then when I used the syringe on its own, the semen oozed out everywhere.
Fuck, the semen. That was so awkward. The smell of my brother-in-law’s semen was so fucking sex. I hoped and prayed he didn’t realize that the semen only oozed out of me because my vagina gushed with fluid from my arousal.
After he left I had propped up my hips on a cushion, and then masturbated until I came screaming.
And now today, I have to do it all again.
I showered, shaved my pits, and then trimmed my downstairs region, as if I was preparing for a date I anticipated going verrrrry well. As I groomed I wondered why I was bothering. I mean, I knew Sean had caught glimpses of my pussy yesterday, but he was too much of a gentleman to not look away at the sight.
I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were large and heavy (looking forward later in life to all the back trouble), and my hips were wide. It was a body designed for motherhood, and I was always very proud of it, even if occasionally I would look wistfully at petite girls like my sister and feel a tinge of jealousy.
The door buzzed, reminding me that I had a guest coming and that I was buck naked. “Hang on!” I shouted, and ran to get my bathrobe. I opened the front door, and there was Sean, tall, handsome yet geeky Sean, with a lop-sided smile and a mop of hair that in the half decade I had known him he had NEVER known what to do with.
“Come in, come in! Sorry, just showered,” I apologized.
Sean looked flustered at the sight of me in my robe, and I realized that he had gotten an eyeful of cleavage. I pulled the top of my robe shut and turned to head to the bedroom. I tossed on my night shirt and a pair of loose shorts. I emerged to see Sean sitting at the table unpacking all of the insemination stuff.
“The PPP is a piece of crap,” I said, “I’ll just try to use the syringe today.”
“The PPP?” Sean asked.
“Pink Plastic Penis,” I clarified, “It’s garbage. I’ll see what I can do with the syringe, which is also garbage to tell you the truth.”
“Shit, and these things are expensive,” sighed Sean. “I guess I’d better get to it?”
“No time like the present, get your ass in the bathroom.”
He must’ve figured out the masturbation issue from yesterday because he emerged from the bathroom after less than five minutes, holding a fairly full syringe.
“You’re an all star!” I clapped him on the back, “How did you speed things up? Find your masturbation groove?” I asked.
“Uh yeah,” he mumbled, and I caught his eyes dart down between my legs. A shiver went up my spine, and I could feel my vagina getting moist.
“Well, kudos,” I tried to go to the limit with the buddy-buddy type chat, to bury the underlying tension. “Let’s do this.”
I snatched the syringe from him and went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
Two minutes later, I was on my back on my bed, trying to manoeuvre the syringe inside me. The plunger just would not move.
I muttered and cursed to myself as I tried to get the plunger to push the semen out, but it wouldn’t. Even worse, the smell of the semen was already causing me to lubricate like crazy.
“Fuckity fuck fuck fuck,” I cursed.
“You OK in there?”
“No. The plunger has stopped working.”
“What?”
“Just come in for a minute, would you? Tired of talking through the door.”
The door opened hesitantly, and a very hesitant Sean stepped inside. I was covered by the blanket and fumbling around with the syringe.
“I think I need your help, Sean.”
“What can I do?”
“It’s super awkward. I mean, really really awkward.”
“It’s already super awkward and I’m just standing in the doorway, so out with it.”
I told him I needed him to inject the sperm into me, and his eyes grew to saucers.
“I can’t get it done without you,” I pleaded, “Just help me out.”
“OK, I’ll do what I can,” Sean said. I could see beads of sweat start to form on his forehead.
Sean sat on the edge of the bed, and I carefully withdrew the blanket covering my bottom half. Sean stared at my pussy, leaking already from how turned on I was, a syringe tip sticking inside.
“OK,” Sean breathed huskily, “What do I do?”
“I need you to take the syringe, insert it a little further inside me, and then depress the plunger. I can’t get it to work.”
Sean’s hands were visibly shaking as he reached out. When he touched the syringe, my whole body shuddered.
“You OK?” His eyes were searching for permission.
“Keep going,” I whispered.
Sean slowly pushed the syringe two more inches inside of me. My juices ran over his fingers as they squeezed around the sides of the syringe. I heard him breathe deeply through his nose. ‘He’s smelling me,’ I realized, and the thought was crazily arousing, which was almost instantly noticeable in my pussy.
Sean winced as he tried to push the plunger. “You’re right, it’s stuck.” He pulled it out of me faster than he should have and I gasped as it exited. “Sorry,” he said. He examined it, “Yes, this is a piece of junk,” he said apologetically, “Sorry for forcing you to put something so low quality inside your… uh… vagina.”
“Well, we have to get it in there somehow. Pull out the plunger.” He removed the faulty plunger.
“Turn that thing around and pour it inside of me.”
Sean took the open end of the syringe and placed it just inside my entrance. His cum slowly dribbled down the tube and plopped just inside my vagina. It started to trickle out almost immediately.
“Shit!” Sean said.
“Damn it, Sean. Stop it! Stop it leaking out.” I put his hand on my pussy. I pushed his thumb inside me, stopping the leaking cum. “Shit, hold it there,” I said, and grabbed a pillow to prop under my ass. To slide the pillow under, I automatically lifted my ass off the bed, inadvertently shoving his thumb all the way inside me.
The dam broke. My pent-up arousal from the smell of his cum and all the stimulation caused a massive orgasm to rip through me like a tornado. I grabbed his hand and held it in place as I bucked on his thumb, screaming his name over and over again.
Through it all, Sean sat mesmerized. He stared at my writhing body as I came, never trying to remove his hand. His eyes roamed freely over my body as I lost all control, and that just added fuel to the fire.
“Sean Sean Sean Sean…” I babbled, “Oh Jesus, Sean Sean…”
As I started to come down from my orgasm, Sean gently grabbed the pillow, cupped my ass and lifted it off the bed, jamming the pillow underneath. I swore I could feel a gentle squeeze as he lowered my ass back onto the pillow.
Sean collected the insemination kit supplies, and quietly left. Sleep came almost immediately.
*****
FERTILITY WINDOW, DAY 3 – SEAN
The remainder of that day was a blur of guilt. When I got home and Rose asked me how it went, I lied and said, “Fine.” I LIED. I hadn’t lied to my wife in, well, ever. But I had no idea how to even begin to describe the situation as it happened. “Honey, I made your sister come with my thumb!” Seemed like a great way to end a marriage.
On the way to Grace’s apartment, I stopped to get a new insemination it at the clinic. The kindly old lady behind the counter informed me that they only had the one style. I sighed and forked over another hundred bucks for PPP kit.
I started to feel my nerves take over as I climbed the stairs of my sister-in-law’s fourth floor walk up.. What did she think about yesterday? Was she humiliated? Did she resent me for making her cum, inadvertent though it was?
I knocked on the door. It opened.
Grace stood there, wearing only her nightshirt, forgoing her shorts.
“Hi Sean,” she said softly, “Come in.”
I felt like a lamb entering the lion’s den. I slipped off my shoes, and put the insemination kit on the table.
“Yeah, we can’t use that,” Grace said, shaking her head, “Doesn’t work.”
“What do we do then?” I nervously asked. I had wracked my brain trying to come up with a jury-rigged solution to the crappy insemination kit, but had no luck.
“Before you got here, I was texting with Rose,” Grace admitted, “I told her that the kit wasn’t working.”
“Really?” I had a knot in my stomach the size of three stomachs.
“Yes, and she seemed so upset,” Grace looked sombre in a way I’d never seen her, “I told her not to worry, and that we would figure it out. So that’s what you and I are going to do today. We are going to get your cum inside me somehow. We HAVE to figure this out.”
Grace turned on her heels, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bedroom. When she got to the foot of the bed, she turned and faced me. “You are GOING to be a father, and I damn sure am GOING to be an aunt.”
She locked eyes with me. “Sean, you are going to deposit your cum directly inside of me.”
I breathed in sharply through my nose.
“I know everything you are going to say right now. I don’t care if it’s wrong, we are making this happen.”
Grace jumped on the bed, pulled the blankets over her top half, and left her bottom half exposed. The nightshirt had ridden up high, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
She pointed at my jeans. “Take off your jeans. Leave everything else on. This is not sex. This is just a deposit. Do you understand?”
I nodded dumbly, and felt my hands move to the buckle of my belt. I slowly unthreaded it, and let my jeans fall to the floor. I went to remove my boxers and she shook her head. “No, that’s not necessary for the deposit. Leave them on, your penis can slip through the hole.”
It was strange to hear her use such a clinical word like penis, since Grace had always had the vocabulary of a sailor. A drunk sailor, on shore leave.
I crawled onto the bed, feeling like like a buffoon in my t-shirt, boxers, and socks.
Grace opened her legs wide, and I scooted awkwardly between them. Her thighs rested on top of mine as I sat on my haunches, a tent growing rapidly in my boxers.
“Take out your penis,” Grace said quietly.
I fished it out of the whole, and it sprang forth eagerly. Grace gasped. “Big,” she said, “You’re big.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled and I started to position it in front of her opening.
“No,” she said, “Bring yourself to completion. Put it in only at the end. It’s a deposit only.” Her robotic talk about penises and completion seemed to be her way of convincing me this was all perfectly clinical, and frankly it was working. I felt like a cog in a baby-making machine.
I grasped my cock and started to stroke it slowly. Grace lay quietly, staring at me as I masturbated. My hand moved mechanically over my cock, and I stared at Grace’s sopping wet cunt.
“Yes, Sean, good,” Grace encouraged softly, “Make yourself cum.”
I built a nice rhythm and started accelerating. After a few minutes, I didn’t seem to be making any progress. I was no closer to coming than I was when I started.
“Is something wrong?” Grace asked.
“It’s just difficult to finish like this, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. These are extreme circumstances. Here, let me help speed the process along,” and with that, she reached down between my legs and cupped my balls.
“Oh God,” I moaned, and moved my hand faster.
“That’s it, Sean, cum. We’re trying to make a baby together,” Grace said soothingly, “You can do it. Cum for your sister.”
At those words I felt my balls begin to tighten, and Grace noticed it immediately.
“Oh, you liked that? I thought ‘sister’ sounded pretty dirty.” Grace laughed, “You perv! If it’s working, then excellent.” She tightened her grip on my balls, “OK, cum for me now. Your sister wants your fucking load of cum.”
Her calling herself my sister, was really doing it for me, and I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
Grace let go of my balls, grabbed my dick, and positioned it at her entrance. I looked her in the eyes, and she nodded. I sank my dick in straight into her, pushing my balls against her ass cheeks.
“Uggh…” she grunted, “Good, now finish. Fast.”
I immediately started thrusting as fast as I could, knowing I only had seconds before I would pop. Grace put her hands on my shoulders and started moaning underneath me.
“Fuck… trying to… be clinical…” she said between heavy breaths, “So hard… feels so good…”
“I know,” I grunted, “So fucking good.”
“Cum fast,” she begged, “Please.”
It was no problem to cum quickly at this point. I had never before fucked a vagina. It felt like HEAVEN. Far beyond Rose’s mouth or her ass, it was sweet and enveloping, holding me and caressing me at the same time. It was the best feeling of my entire life, and as the semen started to rumble forth, all I could think of as I came was, I CANNOT WAIT FOR TOMORROW.
“Going to… cum…”
“Yes, fuck fuck fuck,” Grace babbled, losing her robotic detachment as our orgasms crested together. Her hands on my shoulders, however, kept me at arms length, ensuring that our coupling was genital only.
Grace wailed as I came inside her. Her cunt was incredibly wet, and she dug her fingernails into my shoulders as I pushed out the last drops of semen into her opening. My hips twitched as I started to come down, and Grace withdrew her hands and clutched them to her chest.
“OK, we did the job, you need to leave now.” She refused to make eye contact.
“OK,” I said, and I backed up off the bed, fumbling with my pants.
Grace lay still clutching the blanket to her chest with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. I did up my pants and said, “I guess I will see you tomorrow.”
I turned and walked out of the bedroom. As I approached her front door, she responded “Yes. See you tomorrow.”
When Rose asked me how it went, I had my “Fine,” ready and loaded. She scrunched up her brow at how quickly I shot out that answer, but said nothing.
*****
FERTILITY WINDOW, DAY 4 – GRACE
I got a call from my sister first thing in the morning. I’d barely had a half cup of coffee in me, and I sighed when my cell vibrated. At the sight of my sister’s name, my chest tightened. She hardly ever calls me, and a stabbing fear rushed through me that she knew about what we had done yesterday. This was instantly followed by a wave of guilt over our insemination “solution.”
I tried to sound chill, “Heyyy.”
“Hey Grace, sorry to call, I just wanted to check in with you this morning.”
“No problem,” I replied, trying to keep calm, “What’s up?
“Sean just left here. He should be there in a half hour. But I wanted to ask you about yesterday. When Sean got home, he seemed weird. I asked him how things went and he said fine, but he seemed off.”
“Off?” My voice quavered slightly.
“Yes, just seemed like he was embarrassed or something.”
My brain raced, deny (a lie) or explain (also a lie)? “You know, I think the whole situation is getting a bit weird for him. He has to masturbate in my bathroom and then give me a syringe of his sperm, and then wait for me to insert it to make sure it takes,” I said, lying repeatedly to my beloved sister. “I think it’s all kinda overwhelming.”
I decided to mix in a nugget of truth for authenticity, “When I was inserting it, I orgasmed at one point, and that was probably embarrassing for him to listen to.”
I could hear Rose sigh on the other end of the phone.
“I was worried about this,” Rose said, “As much as I try to avoid the thought, he’s just not sexually satisfied with me.
“Sweetie,” I said, “He loves you and doesn’t blame you at all.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
I soothed Rose for five more minutes, and promised to report back to her today on how he was. When I hung up, I put my face in my hands, “Fuuuuck me. Going to hell, going to hell.” But Sean was going to be here soon, and my libido was already on fire.
I stripped down to my nightshirt, unlocked the front door, went back to my room and crawled under the covers. My right hand found my pussy, and I sunk two fingers immediately inside of my sopping vagina.
I slowly fucked myself with my fingers, in and out, prepping myself for Sean’s dick. Fuck, it was a nice cock. Unlike Sean and Rose, I was not a virgin, but of the three guys I’d had sex with, two had been one night stands, one had been a long-term high school boyfriend, and none of them were as well equipped as Sean.
I lay there enjoying pleasuring myself while I waited for Sean to arrive and inseminate me.
It was fifteen minutes of my slow teasing before I heard a knock on the door.
“It’s open,” I called out, and withdrew my fingers from my cunt.
I heard the front door slam, the sound of shoes hitting the floor, and then Sean was there in the door frame, already flushed with barely contained excitement. ‘So it’s not just me’ I thought and smiled inwardly.
“Hi,” he said, flatly. I could hear the nervousness in his voice.
“It’s OK, Sean,” I reassured, “We’re doing the right thing for you and your family.” I pulled the covers back to reveal my sex. Covering up my top half was redundant, considering I was wearing a shirt. Sean devoured me with his eyes for a moment, making me blush. He cast his eyes down, and hurriedly unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the floor. I gestured at his boxers, “Those too. They were just in the way yesterday.”
A slight smile crossed Sean’s face, and he pulled down his boxers, his erection springing free.
He crawled onto the bed between my splayed legs.
“I spoke to Rose this morning,” I said. Sean’s eyebrows raised, “She thinks you’re unsatisfied with the relationship sexually.”
“She said that?” he asked, positioning himself near my entrance.
“Yes,” I responded, wiggling my butt and lifting my thighs to get him into better position. “Is that true?”
“Yes, it is,” he admitted, “Although I would never tell her that.”
“Well, she knows,” I said, gently chiding him like a parent, “Be honest with her about what you want and need or you will never be happy in your marriage.”
Sean’s face flashed with remorse.
“She’s not mad,” I clarified, “She just wants more for you.”
Sean nodded.
“Now, time to make your deposit, sir.”
Sean smiled, and wrapped his hand around his fully erect cock, and started to stroke. As he started, my brain screamed out for him to put it inside me, but I needed a reason, any reason. I put my hand on his to stop him.
“If we’re going to get me pregnant, then I don’t want to lose any precum. I think we should start inside to give us our best chance of conceiving.” I couldn’t believe I had tried that as an excuse. I scanned his eyes for a reaction, and they were glowing with excitement. His voice cracked as he chose his words carefully, “If you think that would be best.”
“I do,” I pulled my shirt up to just under my breasts, feeling the fabric against my rock hard nipples.
Sean placed one hand gently on my pelvis, and guided his cock to my open outer lips. He brushed the head back and forth a couple of times against my lips, and I shuddered from the stimulation. “Ohhh… Sean,” I gasped. He grazed his cock head against my clitoral hood, and I yelped and grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails in.
“Sorry,” Sean said sheepishly, and then wordlessly plunged into my depths.
His right hand reached under and grasped my butt cheek, kneading my ass as he started to build his rhythm. I bit my lip and looked down at his long prick disappearing and reappearing from my cunt.
“Your hand,” I stammered as I took his rod again and again, “Is that necessary for insemination?”
“No,” Sean said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Should I move it?”
I held his gaze for a long time while he fucked me, his right hand squeezing and releasing my ass over and over, “No,” I whispered, “I like it.”
He smiled, and reached down with his other hand to grasp my left cheek.
“Good,” he whispered back, then he leaned right down to my ear, “I like it too.” His hot breath on my neck caused me to shudder, and I grabbed his shoulders. He was close to me now, and he was going faster. The sweat from his forehead was dripping on my sheets and in my face and mouth. The saltiness was so fucking hot. I unconsciously put my arms around him and drew him close. My breasts mashed against his chest, and I wished we were both shirtless so I could feel the touch of his skin. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into the backs of his thighs.
“Fuck me, Sean,” I pleaded, “Just fuck me. Don’t stop fucking me. Ever. Just don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I was panting with pleasure as our eyes remained locked together as we mated. Only the slimmest of threads was holding me back from completely giving into the sin of the act. I so desperately wanted to feel his lips on mine, to invade his mouth with my tongue, to complete the union with the most intimate act of kissing. Instead we stared into each other’s eyes, our noses only an inch apart.
“I’m going to cum, Grace,” he growled as the sweat poured off him from the relentless pounding he was giving my pussy.
“Good, cum, Sean,” I groaned, and pulled him tight to me, “I want you to cum in me. Cum in me. Cum for me.”
“Ughh… ughh…” he grunted, “For you, Grace. Just for you,” he said. I felt goosebumps raise on his back as he hit his peak, “FUCK I LOVE YOUR PUSSY, GRACE!” He screamed, and he collapsed his weight on me, his hips pushing the cum inside of me over and over, and he suddenly thrust his mouth onto mine, and we were kissing. My eyes widened with shock as he held the kiss, his orgasm leaving his body thrust by thrust.
In that moment, my orgasm took over and I let out a scream muffled by his mouth. My fingers clawed at his back, and my heels pulled him into me. “Mmmmmmmm… ahhh” I said, breaking free of his kiss. He moved to kiss me again. My hands fluttered to his face, and I pushed it slightly away.
“We shouldn’t,” I mumbled, staring at his mouth, my orgasm still coursing through me, “we can’t…” I was losing my grip on my resolve as the weight of his body and the weight of my desires conspired to break my will.
I bit my lip and stared at his mouth, panting with lust, “Oh, fuck it,” I sighed, and I opened my mouth to his.
We lay on the bed for several minutes, kissing and rutting out the last of our orgasms.
When the life finally began to leave his cock, it slipped out of me with a satisfactory sucking sound. He sat back on his haunches.
“I guess we went a bit too far,” Sean said apologetically.
“A bit,” I replied, and I lifted my ass up, scooting a pillow underneath, “But I think we’re on our way to a pregnancy.”
Sean nodded.
“Sometimes when conceiving,” I continued, “you have to do whatever is necessary to assist insemination. Here, you needed to feel pleasure, and so we did pleasurable things. Your orgasm was necessary, and everything we did was an assist to that. My orgasm,” I added, “Well, that was a bonus.”
“Right,” Sean said, sounding a bit unconvinced, “I think I went to far with the kiss. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” I said, placing my hand reassuringly on his thigh, “It was a nice kiss. We just got lost in the moment. Now you,” I pointed at him mock-seriously, “Need to get out so I can let your swimmers do their thing. We’ve only got two days left, remember.”
*****
30 MINUTES LATER – SEAN
When I got home from Grace and my insemination session, I expected to get a general ‘how did it go’ from Rose. Instead, I found her in the living room, waiting for me, with a sad look on her face.
FUCK, SHE KNOWS WHAT WE DID
“Sean, sit down,” she patted the couch next to her.
Filled with trepidation, I sat down next to her. Her hand moved to my knee.
“First of all, I want to thank you for everything you are doing right now, it must be very difficult.”
I thought back to her sister’s pussy gushing on my cock, my tongue jammed into her mouth. My mind went to the tingling on my back where her fingernail scratches had left their mark.
“It’s not so bad,” I admitted.
“No, I know it’s tough. You donating sperm over and over to someone you never even sleep with.”
Rose took a deep breath.
“This is all my fault. I’ve put you in a situation where you are a permanent virgin, against your will.”
NOT ANY MORE, I thought. I’VE FUCKED YOUR SISTER TWICE. SORRY.
“I want you to have all of life’s experiences, not just the ones that you can have with me.” She looked me in the eye, “I just got off the phone with Grace.”
THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHEN SHE TELLS ME SHE KNOWS.
“I think you and Grace should conceive naturally.”
My eyes grew wide. “Uh… what??”
“She’s the only person I trust not to try to steal you away from me. And I know resentment will build if we don’t let you at least experience penetrative vaginal sex.”
I stared dumbly at her as she continued.
“She agreed with me, and she thinks you should get to experience it.” Rose looked sad, “Naturally, I think there should be ground rules. First, obviously, no kissing. Kissing is for lovers, and this should be a clinical sexual experience, not making love.”
It was bizarre to hear her use the word “clinical” the way her sister had. I nodded, still unable to speak.
“It would make me too jealous to think of you doing anything you could already enjoy with me. So oral, anal, off the table. Use the opportunity just to experience what a vagina feels like, but otherwise, keep it all business. I know her breasts are large, but hands off.”
I looked at her questioningly, “Are you sure about this, honey?” I asked. My hypocrisy knew no bounds, apparently, pretending like I was concerned about her feelings after what I had already done.
“Yes,” Rose said, nodding solemnly, “And one more thing. I want to be there.”
My eyes widened for a second time in two minutes, “You do?”
“Not in the room, just in the apartment. I want to hear you experience vaginal intercourse for the first time.”
Rose and I sat on the couch for a long time ironing out the kinks in the agreement I had already broken in multiple ways. I hugged and held her like the lying creep I was.
Her head pressed against my chest, she asked, “Can you keep with the rules I laid out?”
“Of course,” I lied.
*****
FERTILITY WINDOW, DAY 5 — SEAN
Today was ovulation day. Only 48 hours until attempts would have to cease until next month.
Rose and I sat in silence as we drove over to Grace’s apartment. We said nothing as we climbed the stairs to her apartment, our only communication the occasional squeeze of the other’s hand.
Grace answered the door, fully dressed. I guess she wanted to keep up appearances. She made us some tea, and we all made small talk for twenty minutes or so as none of us wanted to be the first one to mention why we were there.
Finally, Grace stood up and walked over to me, “OK soldier,” she said, offering me her hand, “Shall we pop your cherry and get me pregnant.” I cast a sidelong glance at Rose, who smiled weakly at me and nodded her head.
Grace looked at Rose, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry, sis. I will take good care of him, and make sure he plays by the rules.”
With that, I stood, and Grace led me into the bedroom. The door shut behind us with a soft, ominous click.
Grace turned towards me, her face a mask of lust.
“Take off your clothes, quickly,” she said, “We don’t have a lot of time.” We both started struggling out of our clothes. I tripped over my pant leg and had to grab the wall to steady myself. Grace stifled a giggle.
ANNA
I could hear rustling and thumping and then a muffled giggle. Every noise was agony, but staying at home would have been far worse. At least my imagination was limited here by what I could hear.
SEAN
Grace’s panties dropped to her feet and she carefully stepped out of them. We stood before each other, admiring each other’s bodies. My erection was growing rapidly. Grace took a step towards me until the tip of my cock grazed her bush.
“So,” she whispered, “There’s no rule against this,” and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body into me, and flattening her large, beautiful breasts against my chest. She pressed her cheek against mine, and I breathed on her neck. She shuddered.
“Breathing is OK?” I asked, smiling as I felt her reaction.
“Perfectly acceptable,” she said into my ear, and ground her crotch against mine.
“How long can we stay in here without being suspicious,” I whispered in hers, and nibbled it slightly.
“Let’s keep this under ten minutes,” Grace said, and started guiding me back towards the bed. The backs of her legs hit the bed first and she sat down. Suddenly, the throbbing cock that was grinding into her cunt was now inches from her face. Grace sucked in a breath.
“I guess your mouth is forbidden,” I sighed, staring down at her.
She stared at my cock and licked her lips, “Yes,” she whispered, “Forbidden.” She looked up and me, “Taboo.” She reached up her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“We have to make sure you’re erect enough, though. You won’t come if you’re not hard,” she reasoned.
“Yes,” I agreed, and she stroked my cock a couple of times.
“How’s that?”
“Still not hard enough, Grace.”
“Oh dear,” she raised her eyebrows, and stroked me a couple more times. “How about now?”
“Still could stand to be harder.”
“Oh well, Sean, I think we did everything we could within the bounds of the rules,” and without another word, Grace leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth.
ANNA
I sat on the couch in angry impotence. I could hear them whispering to each other. WHY WERE THEY WHISPERING?? Suddenly the whispers stopped. I heard a groan from my husband. HE WAS ENJOYING HIMSELF. Tears welled in my eyes.
SEAN
I ran my fingers through Grace’s hair as she and I broke the first promise we had made to Rose. Her head bobbed up and down on my dick as her hands squeezed my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Grace,” I hissed, as her throat opened again and again for my meat. “We should stop soon.”
Grace pulled her mouth from my cock, and gasped quietly. “Big boy,” she smiled up at me. “I think we got you hard enough. We only had to break one rule to do it.”
She crawled backward onto the bed and spread her legs. I hopped on and nestled myself in between her legs, my cock splitting her outer lips like a hot dog in a bun.
“Let’s try to be law-abiding citizens from now on,” she said, caressing my cheek.
“Yes, the rules are important,” I agreed, nodding my head as my hand reached up and cupped her breast.
“Bad boy,” she said, and she covered my hand with hers, preventing me from moving it. “That’s two.”
I grabbed my cock with my left hand and positioned it at her entrance. She took in an anticipatory breath.
ANNA
I could hear creaking on the bed. Were they having sex? They had started whispering again.
I stood up from the sofa and tiptoed to the bedroom door, and lightly pressed my ear against it, straining to hear words. I made out IMPORTANT… TWO… but nothing more.
Suddenly, not seeing was beyond agony. I sat down on the floor outside the door and wept silently.
Grace cried out.
SEAN
I glared at Grace for making such a big noise. She cupped her hand over her mouth for a moment, then mouthed ‘sorry’.
I moved my cock in and out of Grace at a slow pace. We ran our hands over each other’s bodies as we enjoyed the slow, sensual mating of two people who were convincing themselves they weren’t lovers.
ANNA
I could now hear rhythmic motion from behind the door. They were definitely having sex. And from Grace’s cry she was enjoying it. ENJOY MY HUSBAND’S BODY, I thought glumly.
GRACE
Sean rolled off me, pulling me onto my side, and we copulated facing each other.
“I love this, Sean.”
“I do too. I never knew…I mean, you know…”
“I think you and I… are in trouble…” Grace said, biting her lip.
I was thinking the same thing, “You mean… you can’t imagine… not doing this…”
“Exactly,” I panted, “Nothing… has ever felt this… good.” I looked Sean square in the eyes, “Fuck fuck fuck… I want to break… one more rule.”
Sean smiled and said, “I was waiting for you to break first,” and his face closed the gap with mine.
ANNA
There was more whispering, SEAN… TROUBLE…
What the fuck were they saying?? They waiting behind this door was pure agony. I stood up, smoothed my clothes and dried my eyes. I had to see it for myself. I opened the door.
SEAN
Grace and I kissed passionately as we mated, our entire bodies fused into one sexual being. Every inch of us was covered in sweat as we clung desperately to each other.
Suddenly, Grace’s head snapped towards the door. “Ssh,” she whispered, and pulled me on top of her. “Fuck me like we’re supposed to,” and wrapped her legs around me.
I sat on my haunches, fucking Grace the way I had the first time we had done it two days earlier, my hands holding her thighs.
Then Rose entered the room.
ROSE
It was a nightmare scenario for me. My husband between my sister’s thighs, his large cock sliding in and out of her. They were both sweaty and grunting from the effort, and they both looked up at me and stopped.
Grace looked at me kindly, “Sis, do you want us to stop?”
I shook my head, “No, I think I just need to be here for it.”
Grace nodded sympathetically, “I understand. I think Sean is almost finished. Sean?”
SEAN
I couldn’t believe what they were asking of me. My wife asking to watch me cum in her sister. Not that that was going to be a challenge, I was so close already.
Rose sat down next to me on the bed, and held Grace’s hand. I started fucking Grace again while Rose put her other hand on my shoulder.
“Please finish, sweetie,” Rose said, “I want to take you home now. She leaned over and gave me a deep romantic kiss.
My hips pistoned in and out of Grace mechanically as my wife kissed me. I groaned with arousal at the bizarre situation of kissing one sister and fucking another.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I said breathlessly, breaking free of her mouth. She grabbed my head and kissed me again.
GRACE
I could not believe my sister had come in the room. She held my hand as she kissed the man who was fucking me. ME. What was I, just some fucking vessel for sperm? My sympathy for my sister drained away as her husband started grunting into his wife’s mouth while he fucked me. My eyes shot daggers at them kissing, even as he broke free and announced his orgasm. The bitch, fuck, my sister, grabbed him and started kissing him again. He picked up the pace as the two of them swapped spit.
I subtly reached under my thigh and found his balls. I rolled them between my fingers and gave a squeeze and was rewarded with Sean gasping free of his wife’s mouth, and unloading his cum inside me. His whole body shuddered as he twitched and jerked inside me. Rose tried to kiss him again, but he was in the throes of pleasure and ignored her mouth on his cheek and neck.
I slid my hand off his balls and rested it innocently on the bed.
ROSE
The aftermath of the insemination was awkward. Grace raised up her hips on her pillow, while Sean and I thanked her and got dressed. Sean’s clothes were scattered around the room, the way lovers toss them aside in the heat of passion. I tried not to think about that.
As Sean pulled on his socks, I said, “I think tomorrow we should go back to doing the traditional method of insemination.”
Grace nodded, “Of course, I understand. We’ll do traditional insemination tomorrow.”
I grasped Grace’s hand and squeezed it. “Don’t get up, I know you have to keep your hips elevated.”
We left her on the bed and went back to the car. Sean went to open the door, “Fuck,” he said, “I think the keys fell out of my pocket. I’ll be four minutes.” He bolted back up the stairs.
GRACE
I heard the door open. I still had my hips elevated. “Hello?” I called out.
Sean raced into the bedroom and crawled on top of me. His mouth found mine, and we fused together in passion.
After a minute or so he broke free.
“I’m so sorry about the end,” he said, and continued planting small kisses up and down my neck, “I did NOT want to finish like that.”
“It’s OK, my sister got a bit possessive there,”
“I just came back for my keys,” he pulled them out of his pocket, “Oh, look at that! They were here the whole time.” He kissed me one more time before climbing off of me and heading for the door. He turned and said, “I guess tomorrow we are going back to the traditional method?”
I smiled, “And what’s a more traditional method than fucking?”
Sean smiled back.
TO BE CONTINUED