My Brother Made Me a Cuckold

It all began when the doctor revealed that my wife
wasn’t getting pregnant because of my low sperm count.

“You don’t have enough sperm and what little there is
just too weak,” the doctor said in a professional
tone, as my wife and I took in the disastrous news. He
then discussed the various options available to us, but
they were all expensive, and not covered by my health
insurance.

Betty was devastated at the news, but she said she
still loved me, and didn’t blame me. And besides we
only had to wait a year or two until we could afford
an alternative fertilization method.

I discussed the situation with my mother and she came
up with an idea that she said wouldn’t cost us any-
thing, and that the children would all look like the
rest of the family.

She quickly caught my attention because I was worried
about the child only having my wife’s physical features
and not mine if some stranger’s semen was used.

“I know you and he don’t get along well, but why not
let your brother impregnate Betty, I’m sure he’d do it
for free.”

I was speechless upon hearing mother’s thoughts.

“Y-You c-can’t be serious. Y-You know how I despise
him. T-The way he use to treat me in high school.
T-The things he use to say about me. Plus, h-he was
always your favorite anyway. “That m-must be why
y-you’re suggesting this. H-He’s …”

“I know, I know, … I’ve heard it all before son. But
that was long ago. Grow up Francis! You’re the brainy
one, the college professor. Isn’t what I’m suggesting
logical? Think about it.”

As I collected my thoughts, I had to admit that my
mother was right. Her idea was a perfect solution
except for the fact that I hated my older brother Nick
so much. He was so much the lady’s man and so athletic
and confident of himself.

At the same time he was also egotistical and always
teasing me because I was not as good as he was with the
women. He was always telling me how effeminate I was
and berated me for not liking sports and in his words
“other manly stuff”.

“Mother you’re right, I am getting upset over nothing,
because I’m sure Betty would never go along with having
intercourse with Nick. She’s just too much a lady to
even entertain such an extreme idea. But the idea of
Nick giving us a donation of his semen when we can
afford alternative fertilization, that part she and I
both can accept.”

After dinner that evening, I casually told my wife
about my mother’s ridiculous idea but said that the
idea of Nick being a sperm donor was probably a good
one.

Expecting her to agree with me totally, as she typi-
cally did, I was surprised by her questioning why I
couldn’t let bygones be bygones and agree to Nick
impregnating her directly. She made it plain how much
money we would save, and that we wouldn’t have to wait
to save enough to have a medical procedure.

“After all he is family and you know how bad I want to
be a mother.”

I couldn’t help raising my voice at the woman of my
dreams, for my hatred of my brother was that deep. I
raised the same objections that I had with mother.
Seeing I was making myself upset, I calmed down and
apologized to her on my knees. I could see I’d made
her quite upset too.

“I understand darling. After all, you two are quite
different. He’s more of a playboy and you’re a steady
rock solid type of guy that is devoted to his wife and
family. That’s why I love you so much. I don’t want
to make you angry again, but I want you to think about
it, don’t you think that something like this might
bring you two closer together?”

“Highly unlikely,” I politely replied.

After my wife and I had our discussion about mother’s
idea, things seemed to change around the house in very
subtle ways. For one thing, she and my sister and
mother began to spend more time together.

I though nothing about it and even encouraged it,
because I was away from home much more often than be-
fore due to an opportunity to pick up more money by
teaching night classes, in addition to my regular day
workload. Betty seemed glad too. I assumed it was
because we could save up faster to get her pregnant
and start our family sooner.

My wife, while still very loving, wanted me to abstain
from sex and have another test done to see if my sperm
count would improve.

“Honey, I’ve gone through this twice before. I don’t
think it’s going to do any good.”

“You never know darling. Please do it for me.” She
cooed sweetly.

I reluctantly agreed. I didn’t want her to think badly
of me. Plus I loved her so much. She knew I hated to
abstain from sex, but if that’s what it took to please
her, she knew I’d do so. Even if it was for six long
weeks.

After the first week, due to my abstinence, the extra
work, and all the pretty coeds in my evening classes,
I’d often be quite horny when I came home. I wanted
to make love to my beautiful petite wife so badly, but
knew I couldn’t.

When I went through the test before, it was I who
initiated the idea of me giving her head since I
couldn’t do intercourse. However, recently, to my
surprise, it was her who urged me to be her “pussy
sucker”.

She didn’t use words like that except on special
occasions, like on our anniversary night or a special
night out on the town. She was not given to using
risqu� or vulgar language. She really seemed to get
a much more rousing orgasm from my tongue than before.
I mentioned to her that she seemed to be more juicy
than when I tongued her before.

The last time I mentioned it to her she just said,
“It’s just your imagination dear. Thanks for a good
sucking,” she said pecking me lightly on the lips.
“Now go to sleep, and don’t play with yourself, because
if you come, you’ll have to start all over again just
like you did last week when you came in your sleep.
You lost two weeks of saved up cum.”

“I’ll try dear.” I replied as I laid there with a
throbbing hard on and the taste of her in my mouth.

She was sound asleep in less than five minutes. As I
lay awake for at least three hours tossing and turning
with an aching prick, I couldn’t get it out of my mind
that somehow her cunt seem to taste slightly different.
It seemed to have a more full bodied taste than before.

I finally pushed the thought from my mind as I slipped
off to sleep after what seemed an eternity of watching
her beautiful figure lying next to me. She was so near,
yet so far away.

It was a Wednesday night and a transformer in the area
went out causing the building where I taught to lose
power. Class was excused three hours early. Thank
goodness for small favors I thought as I drove home.

Not having been by to see my mom in a while, I decided
to surprise her and stop in on my way home and sur-
prising Betty too, by coming home at a decent hour for
a change.

As I turned the corner to mom’s house. I noticed my
wife’s car in the driveway along with my sister’s, as
well as another car with out of state tags. I just
thought mother must have a visitor, so thought nothing
of it as I rang the doorbell.

‘What an idiot I am, remembering she hadn’t got the
door bell repaired yet. So I used the spare key she’d
given me for emergencies and opened the front door.

When I walked in, I was about to announce myself when
I heard loud moaning sounds and the creaking of the
floor coming from upstairs. At that exact moment, both
my mother and sister emerged from the kitchen where
they had been watching TV.

“W-What is that noise? And where is Betty? I asked
puzzled by the look on their faces as well as the odd
state of affairs in the house.

I impulsively started up the stairs, as my mother and
sister grabbed both my arms. They tried to stopped me.

“Francis dear, don’t! You’ll be sorry. Go on home and
we’ll talk about it later. It’s the best thing, trust
me.” Mother said in a concerned tone.

“Yes Francis, it’s best if you do as mom tells you.”
My sister added.

I protested and accused them of hiding something. This
went of for a few moments before they let me go. It was
obvious I was determined to see what they didn’t want
me to see.

“If he wants to satisfy his curiosity, who are we to
stop him mother,” my sister replied with a rather un-
usual but malicious smile on her face.

Mother finally agreed and let me go. However, she too
had a smirk on her face too as I rushed up the stairs.
I flung open the door. What I saw before me cause me
to drop to the floor in a dead faint.

“Francis! Francis! Come on Francis honey! Wake up!”

As I opened my eyes, it was my wife’s lovely, but panic
stricken face.

“Whew! Thank goodness, you had us all worried there
for a minute.” She said with a sigh of relief. The
others present also echoed her sentiments.

As I gained control of my senses I saw my mother,
sister and my brother Nick, and of course my wife. My
wife and Nick were still nude. Nick walked over to
pick up a robe after helping me to a chair. It was
more like he picked me up and put me in the chair with
one hand. Even in my groggy state his powerful muscles
were very evident.

My wife hugged me and realized she too was still naked
in front of everyone. She blushed and grabbed her robe
to cover herself. As she did, I couldn’t help but
notice the obvious wetness that ran down between her
thighs. She and my brother sat on the bed facing me
as I slumped in the big old easy chair.

It was obvious what was going on. There was a con-
spiracy between my mother, sister, wife and my brother.

I was angry! I could see they were concerned, but at
the same time, the look in their eyes were like burning
stares that gave me the impression that they were also
laughing at me. I was livid. I was so angry that I
didn’t know what to do. I wanted to cry, but I just
couldn’t give my brother the satisfaction of seeing
me do that.

Everyone started talking at once. I sat there stupidly
as everyone tried to justify what they had done. I
couldn’t concentrate on what they were all saying,
everything was a jumble. I was still angry and on the
verge of tears, and finally asked everyone to leave
the bedroom except my wife.

“Just be quiet, Let me talk Francis honey. I know
you’re upset. I can’t change what you saw or how you
found out. But I’m going to tell you this. You have
to understand that if I went to this extreme, you must
know how much I want us to have a baby. Our baby.

I know you have some disagreements with your brother.
But you have to understand that I must love you very
much to do this. Anyway, I believe you’ll find your
brother is more mature than he was the last time you
saw him. He and I have been having sex for the last
three weeks and I’ve got to know him better. Besides
being a super lover, he has some nice qualities. I
want you to give it a chance darling.”

I tried to reply but couldn’t. I was tongue-tied at
hearing my wife talk so matter-of-factly about cheating
on me with my brother.

“I want you to go on home, dinner is in the fridge,
just pop it in the microwave. I want have more sex
with your brother before I come home. I was on my
second orgasm when you walked in on us, and I want to
get some more cum out of his big thing before he
leaves. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.

I hope you can realize what it’s like for me to be a
woman in heat, especially with a stud around like your
brother.”

“Y-You g-got off — off twice?” I asked feebly.

“Yes! Actually, he gets me off four or five times every
time we do it. He has so much more staying power than
… er what I mean.”

“You don’t have to say it. I-I know what y-you mean
Betty.” I cut her off in mid-sentence. I didn’t know
what hurt me the most, what she said or the beaming
smile on her lovely face.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be home later. Try not to
think about the negative side of this. Only the bright
side – us having our own child.” She said as she held
the door for me.

I was annoyed by her action to rush me out of the room
and her impatience to get back to Nick. But what
could I do except leave.

“Nick darling, come help Francis down the stairs.” She
yelled. It sounded like I was a feeble old man or
something. Which I felt like at that moment. “Remember
I love you darling.” She said kissing me on the cheek.

Even though helpful, I could sense that my brother was
smug and comfortable with his role my wife’s lover.

Here I had fainted as he was fucking my wife in a way
I could only dream about. She had confirmed it to me,
and now he was helping me out of the room where he was
“doing” my wife. I could tell that he was impatient to
get back to it.

“We’ll talk some more Fran when you’re feeling more up
to it, but right now I’ve got to go finish something.”
my brother said with a side-long glance at me.

The unrestrained tenting in his robe showed that he was
still erect despite all that had happened.

As he climbed up the stairs, he adjusted his stiff cock
as best he could. When he reached my wife at the top
of the stairs their arms hooked around each other as
they disappeared into the room and slammed the door
shut.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see both my mother
and sister smiling at the situation. I mentally sighed
and wondered to myself when would Nick stop being the
cause of my humiliation.

I sensed my sister, who was very dominant anyway,
enjoying my plight. I wasn’t sure about my mother,
after all, she was letting all this go on in her house,
albeit, she reasoned that she too had a stake in Betty
having Nick’s baby. That is, she didn’t want to wait
any longer for grand kids.

My sister also claimed that she wanted a cute little
nephew or niece since she didn’t plan on having kids
herself.

My family justified their aiding Betty in her adultery,
and didn’t seem to consider my feelings in the matter.

My Mother tried to console me by hugging me as we went
over their reasons and discussed my feelings of be-
trayal.

When the ‘now’ familiar noise from upstairs became
audible in the room where we were sitting, it was more
than I could handle. I rushed toward the door with
tears running down my face.

I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, but both my mother
and sister saw me crying as I made it toward my car.

My mother said in a loud enough voice for me to hear
her from the drive way, “Baby, go home and jerk off,
it’ll make you feel better.”

I’d found out from her that the test I was saving up
for was just a ruse to keep my inferior jism from mix-
ing with Nick superior sperm. Before the door slammed
behind me, I barely heard my sister and mother’s last
statements.

My sister said, “It’s a wonder Betty hasn’t left him
for a real man before now. He’s such a cry baby and a
milquetoast. Imagine, him fainting instead of fighting
for his woman.”

“Don’t be so hard on your brother, he’s not as strong
as you and Nick. He and Betty love each other in a way
that’s true love. And true love wins out over physical
love every time.” I heard my Mother say as I fumbled
for my car keys, fighting to find the ignition.

When I got out of the shower, I could smell food and I
heard movement in the kitchen. Betty must be home.
She apparently had stayed out all night as it was 8
o’clock and I had to be at a class in an hour.

“Morning darling, I came over to fix your favorite
breakfast. Sorry I didn’t make it back last night.
Since you knew what was going on, and er … and
besides I thought you might need some time to yourself
to let things sink in sort of …”

I replied politely, but coolly. It was definitely not
with the warmth and radiance with which she was
beaming.

She sat opposite me as she enjoyed her coffee. I
couldn’t meet her eyes, she looked so beautiful to me.
I cringed because I knew the serene look she wore was
because of another man, obviously a better man – my
stud brother.

“Did you masturbate last night honey? I was hoping
you did. After all, it was sort of cruel to have you
abstain, but there was no other way not to hide from
you what was going on. You do understand what we were
saying last night about not running the risk of your
weaker stuff being mixed with Nick’s?”

Irritated, but feeling so ashamed at the turn of
events, I sat silently after mumbling very cryptic
answers to my talkative wife. I wondered — did she
really know how bad she was making me feel? Did she
even care?

“Good, because now at least, I can jerk you off and
help you sleep better. I still want to confirm I’m
pregnant before I let you have sex with me again
though. You do understand don’t you dear?”

Again I mumbled a muted `Yes’ as I held the newspaper
in front of my face trying as best I could to ignore
her, and hide my shamed face.

“Honey, I really understand how this must be bothering
you. But you know what they say about the best laid
plans of mice and men. Well, anyway, maybe it’s better
this way. Because if you thought it was your semen
that made me pregnant, you would’ve considered the
doctors a liar. This way you know the truth even
though it’s a bit painful to your pride. But I’m
hopeful you and your brother can mend the rift between
you. I really think that this baby might do that
trick.”

That was the most stressful meal I ever sat through.
I started by not wanting to touch her, but when she
opened her arms to me, I melted into them and replied
in kind when she told me she still loved me. It felt
good to be in them after last night.

I went to work in a better mood than I envisioned I
would when I awoke.

Two weeks after the fateful night when I fainted in
front of my family my wife was notified by the doctor
that she was pregnant.

My family had brought him in on their conspiracy, so
he wasn’t surprised at the turn of events.

“You’re a lucky man Francis to have a wife so under-
standing and a brother who could help you out in the
bedroom department.”

Again, I wondered if the doctor, liked members of my
family, knew how certain words could only come out
sounding humiliating.

I meekly smiled, what else could I do. I was hoping
that the little inadvertent quips, quotes and phrases
that didn’t help my mental posture would be few and
far between, but when I presumed that no more barbs
were forthcoming to ridicule my manhood, or lack of
thereof, more would always seem to come out.

“Ah. Here’s a preliminary sonogram test. Well I’ll be
damned, you’ve got twins in the oven Betty!” The doctor
said in a very unprofessional tone. “That brother of
your really knocked you up right!” He roared.

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