Sis-In-Law wants a baby

“So, you see, we have a problem?”

My brother Darren and sister-in-law Amy were around the house explaining certain difficulties to me. I was off work for the day, missing seeing my sexy girlfriend there for the benefit of a shopping trip later in the day.

Darren was a large chap, around eighteen stone and certain medical issues that came with that meant he was now pretty unable to have kids. Their first shot at IVF had been unsuccessful because the hospital had screwed up, and because of that, they’d been given a second free shot on the condition Amy was impregnated with fertile sperm.

I suppose you can see where this is going, and I could see it from a long way off. The upshot was, Darren was completely infertile, and Amy was the opposite.

“Right,” I said slowly, hoping I was wrong and giving them every chance to correct themselves.

They looked at each other, and Darren left the dining room table we were sat at to go into the living room alone. Amy, a thin but actually quite beautiful woman about six years older than me, smiled nervously and lent over the table towards me. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not thinking at all, I’m relying purely on what you tell me,” I replied difficulty, leaning away and folding my arms defensively.

She smiled, and sat up straight. “We want children, and adoption is not really an option because I can have kids. It’s just… Darren can’t.” I carried on looking at her, not sure I wanted to hear what she was going to tell me. And my girlfriend Rachel would go berserk at the thought of me sleeping with another woman. “Can you?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t tried yet,” I replied awkwardly.

“You and Rachel are serious, aren’t you?”

“To a point. She doesn’t want kids though, and we’re way from that point in our relationship anyway. I’m only 22, she’s a few months younger…” I trailed off just before Amy cut in.

“How would she feel?”

“About what?”

Amy now giggled, and leaned back towards me. “Alright, you know what we’re asking of you, so I don’t have to spell it out. Come on.”

“You want me to donate sperm?”

“Yes. You’ll have to come to Exeter with me and Darren, and take his place.”

Darren re-entered the room holding his mobile phone. “That was the hospital,” he said solemnly. “The appeal board have stipulated that the IVF go ahead only if both of us are fertile. As we’re not, we’ve had it taken away from us.”

Devastated, both left and soon afterwards, I left for the nearest city centre to spend some of my latest pay packet. I thought a lot about them, and a little about Rachel; soon realising why our relationship still wasn’t that serious after 18 months together and why I’d actually see myself donating sperm to be injected into my sister-in-law.

I deducted that the only reason I wouldn’t do it was the whole incest thing. I knew immediate family was illegal, but did in-laws count also? I really wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t about to ask a lawyer, but in any case, it kinda didn’t matter now.

My parents were away for the weekend, so when I got home, it was late Friday afternoon and I had the house to myself for two days. I rang Rachel, a white chick who looked black thanks to a stunning tan, and asked if she fancied coming over for the night. She said no, and didn’t explain why, but this was how things usually worked.

I was sat on my own, watching my favourite team play rugby and cheering them on quite loudly when I heard the back door open and shut. I peered back over the sofa to see Amy — looking absolutely adorable I must admit, in her cute blue hat — peeking through the door into the living room.

“Amy, hi,” I said as if we hadn’t had the conversation we’d had earlier.

“Darren’s gone to bed, he’s working stupid hours this weekend, can I come in?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask,” I replied with all the geniality I could muster, beckoning her in to remove her jacket and hat and sit next to me.

“Sorry about earlier, just leaving like that,” she said after a while.

“That’s okay, don’t apologise. Darren looked upset.”

“Yeah, he’s taken it the hardest. Blames himself, understandably… he’s like ‘oh it is because of me, I’m shooting blanks and can’t even make kids, I’m fucking pathetic’.”

“It’s not his fault.”

“I know that, you know that… but hey. You know,” she said with a burst of breath like she was summoning up the courage to say something, “there is a way around the whole no-IVF thing.”

“Oh yeah?” I said innocently, then it hit me and I couldn’t afford to act coy. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” I added immediately. “You want us to have sex?”

“I know you’d be cheating on Rachel, but come on, how serious are you about her?”

“I’m not sleeping with my sister-in-law.”

“You wouldn’t, you’d be sleeping with me, that’s kinda different.”

“You’re my sister-in-law.”

“I know, but… I think our relationship feels different to that.”

“I guessed so, you want to shag me,” I shot back.

“Oh Grant, don’t be like this… I want kids and this is the only way this will happen.”

“Can’t you go out and get pissed, falling into a toilet cubicle with some weird guy and get up the duff from him?”

“No, I want you for a reason,” she said, leaning towards me and placing a hand on my knee. I was ashamed to say I was enjoying it and was already feeling a little stir in my pants. “I fancy the ass off you, you’re so handsome, and I’ve seen you checking out my ass sometimes. Forget Rachel… tonight it’s just us.”

She stood up, glancing at my crotch to see a slight lump in my jeans, and then pulled her top off over her head, and tossing it to the floor. She put on her sexiest face, and started slowly unbuttoning her jeans. I felt myself getting harder and harder, and soon forgot about Rachel. As her fifth and last button was undone, I unwittingly groped at my own crotch to move my now hard knob into a more comfortable position. Her jeans slipped down her slender legs as she bent over to move them off, and soon she was stood in sexy blue lacy underwear and some cute pink knee-high socks. She smiled at me, and I actually smiled back before stopping myself. She moved to me, and almost fell onto me; propping herself up over me with her hands on the back of the sofa, and leaning in for a kiss. I couldn’t believe it as my lips touched hers gently, and then our tongues penetrated even more so. I stroked her hair as we snogged; Amy letting go with one hand to undo my jeans and take my knob from out of my pants. She sighed, told me I was huge and then stood up before kneeling before me. She stroked my cock back and forth, sticking her tongue towards it as if to tease me, and then lifted it up so she could suck on my large balls. Rachel and I didn’t work like this in the bedroom; we didn’t do sensuality, just straight-out ‘get naked and let’s fuck’ sex in bed. The most adventurous or different we’d ever got is banging in the back seat of her car outside her house one night, let alone foreplay on a sofa. My balls entered her mouth and she sucked and licked them, still grabbing my thick shaft and moving my foreskin up and down with a sensuality I’d never felt before.

Soon, though, her mouth left my balls and inhaled my knob in a passionate act, almost like she was trying to bite it off only she was bucking her head up and down like some crazed slut. I wondered what Darren would think if he saw Amy giving me head, and I wondered what Rachel would think of a girl giving me head; something she thought was disgusting. Oh fuck them, I thought, enjoying this so much. Fuck my brother, he couldn’t please his wife. And fuck my girlfriend, I work with her and we can still fuck, but fuck denying my true feelings. Already Amy was pleasing me better than Rachel ever had. I started to loosen up, removing my top to reveal a pretty toned and trim body. Amy definitely seemed to appreciate sucking a fit guy’s cock after years of just my brother’s. Too soon, though, she stopped and grabbed my jeans and boxers to remove them from me. Soon, I was naked to her incestuous mercy, and my horniness and libido was fast escaping from me.

I stood, and grabbed her to me for a passionate kiss; our lips barely touching as or tongues embraced like my hands embraced her fine ass. With an unsurprising expertise, I undid Amy’s bra with just one hand and it dropped to the floor; exposing wonderful pert, if tiny, B cup titties that I lent down to kiss, lick and suck upon. She moaned my name as I nibbled on her erect nipples, still stroking her ass with one hand as I groped her other tit with the other. My other hand descended around the back of her again and as I worked my tongue down to her bellybutton, I grabbed the waistline of her lovely blue thong and slid it down her legs to her ankles. My head was by her adorable crotch; a mostly shaven haven of sexuality with a tiny strip of bush I stroked with my fingers before sliding my hand between her toned thighs and onto her fantastic pussy. Her clit was right in my face, and I delighted in sucking upon it; feeling her moistness on my tongue immediately as I slid a finger into her immediately.

“Oh yeah, fuck me with your finger Grant,” she squealed. “It won’t be the only thing you’ll fuck me with tonight. Ooh baby, lick my cunt, you lick pussy so fucking well.”

I reached up to grab her tits again, and she held my hand to her breast, still moaning my name as I continued to mercilessly lick her pink, swollen pussy lips and fuck two fingers inside her. Soon, she had a large scream, pulled away and for a frightening moment, I wondered if she was reconsidering. She’d actually just come, and now she was looking at me with such a horny look, I thought she might just have me now. I was right; she pushed me flat on my back and straddled me so her dripping wet cunt wrapped itself around my moist knob. And I felt my cock penetrate my sexy sister-in-law. She screamed, told me she loved me, and carried on screaming as she rode me with a crazy passion I hadn’t seen outside of the pornos I watched when Rachel wasn’t around. She was riding me so hard; even her pert titties began to bounce until I grabbed them. She licked her fingers and put them to her clitoris; rubbing herself as if she needed pleasing more than my dick could please her, but she must have known I couldn’t hold on and when she fucked my cock deep into her and screamed the whole street down, I moaned her name, told her I loved her back and exploded inside her. She continued to pulsate on me, and I could see cum seeping from out of her; a mixture of my unprotected seed and her cum. She fell off me and just lay there beside me.

“I think you just made me pregnant,” she panted almost incomprehensibly. I chuckled, and replied, “I think it would be better to make sure, though.” She looked at me with a horny grin. “Lead the way.”
Amy went through my bedroom door first; a large room with a double bed and all the modern conveniences a guy of my age enjoyed, including a DVD player with porn awaiting in the disc tray.

Still naked, she never left my gaze, holding my hand as she backed onto my bed; mattress exposed by a quilt I’d never re-made after escaping from it this morning. I let go of her hand to watch her manoeuvre into the middle of the bed; tits moist from sweat and pussy still dripping a little cum of hers and mine.

With a sexual look in her eye, she reached out and beckoned me on top of her. My cock had softened, recovering from the hard shag, but now it was growing again.

Not that this was all sexual anymore; I loved Amy and she loved me and we were just going to go through tonight and maybe the rest of this weekend loving each other the only ways we knew how to at the moment.

I mounted her gently, feeling her tits squash against my chest as I closed in for a tender kiss which she happily gave me. She linked her arms around me, tilting her head by mine to slowly slip her tongue into my mouth as I did the same to her.

There was no foreplay, instead just as I was about to run my hand gently up her side to grope a breast, my cock – now hard – ran gently up the inside of her left thigh, hit her crotch and slipped effortlessly and pleasurably into Amy; making her groan my name, and more…

“Oh God, I love you,” she moaned, barely able to speak such was the pleasure, and it wasn’t one sided. I felt it too.

“I love you too, oh shit, let’s make babies.”

I began moving back and forth, moving slowly and still caressing both her naked sweaty breasts between us; kissing and biting her neck. “Babies?” she said.

“Yeah, fuck it. More than one.”

“Oh shit yeah.”

I let go of her wonderful boobs that just felt perfect in size for my hands, and purely made for me, and put them on the mattress either side of us so I could lift myself up and support myself authoritatively above her so I could look her deep in the eye and, as her brother-in-law, continue to impregnate her with my sperm.

She came in minutes; begging for me but giggling as she told me she couldn’t take any more at the moment. I didn’t listen, but only so I could fuck her really hard for about ten seconds and then explode inside her harder than I had exploded before.

I lay in bed ten minutes later waiting for Amy to return from the bathroom, where she’d gone to freshen up. I offered her a shower with me, but she was still feeling the effects of what she called the two most intense orgasms she’d ever had.

She re-entered the room wearing just a pair of boxer shorts she’d taken from my drawer, and went to clamber on. Her mobile (I’d brought both up as I was waiting) then rang, so she sat up on my naked crotch, lent down to kiss me and answered the text.

“Who is it, baby?” I asked, stroking her sides and running my hands up from her waist to her now dry breasts that she must have mopped dry of sweat, and a little cum I’d wiped on there.

She looked a little surprised. “Darren,” she replied.

“Oh. What does he say?”

“He’s gone away for the weekend.” She put the phone down and fell down by my side. “We have friends up country, he’s gone there. Says he doesn’t want me to call.”

Although it was good for Amy and I that Darren was away, now his absence was seriously playing on Amy’s mind, and I needed that to not be the case. “What do you want to do?”

She seemed pensive for a short time, and then smiled. “I want to be with you.” She flipped onto her side, put her arm around me and put her leg over mine. “I love you.”

“I love you too. But he’s my brother.”

“And I’m your lover. As soon as he comes back, I’ll divorce him, we’ll go get married ourselves. You know it’s the right thing to do.” She placed my hand on her stomach. “We will soon have a family.”

I smiled, and any doubts we had disappeared. We embraced with a kiss; tongues were immediate and my hand slid from her stomach inside the tiny shorts she was wearing.

My cock grew again and she put her hand on it, before beginning to push the foreskin back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth; sensually rubbing me off as I placed my index and middle finger between her pussy lips and began rubbing her off to the same rhythm.

With Darren away for the weekend, and Rachel unavailable, plus my parents away for the weekend also, Amy and I had the place to ourselves all weekend, and I wanted to do everything with her until then.

Amy and I kissed more, our tongues colliding with a barely controllable passion as our hands moved with a controlled feeling like when I’d made love to her earlier. God, this was so good, far better than any time I’d shagged Rachel. Amy had smaller tits, a smaller ass too, but she was tighter, more beautiful, and Goddam it, I loved her. She was my sister-in-law, and I loved her.

“You mentioned marriage?” I asked as we kept going. I was feeling like I was gonna cum any minute now, and I wanted to cum inside her. From the moisture on her cunt, I felt she was close to orgasm too.

“Yeah. Me and you. Move away somewhere, you said you wanted to go back to Swansea. We move, get a nice place to live, start a family… oh shit, ooh that’s so good, put a finger in me.”

“Sounds perfect,” I smiled, before groaning. “Amy, I’m gonna cum, I wanna spunk in your pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum too, just stick it in me and we’ll cum together,” she said, and just tore my boxers from her, and mounted me.

She didn’t need to position herself; everything was just so damn natural with us, she just knelt up and crouched down in a certain position and I penetrated her yet again.

There needed to be no movement; Amy screamed in pleasure and I groaned her name, and we just came together. I came more inside her, and she spurted a little cum from her wet cunt onto my crotch.

Amy smiled to herself, then looked down to me and giggled. “Shit, I never knew sex could be this good until today.”

“Me neither.”

“What about Rachel?”

“Oh, we just fuck, it’s nothing,” I said, stroking her boobs lovingly. “With you, it means something.”

She smiled harder, and I smiled back. She leaned down to give me a short, but sensual kiss. “What do you want to do for the rest of the weekend?”

“I want you to have a pregnancy test,” I replied.

She giggled again. “I know I’m pregnant. I can feel it. I meant together.”

“What, you mean, go out?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

I was a little unsure, but then I was unsure as to why. I looked up to her, smiled again, and nodded back at her. “Okay, where do you wanna go?”

“I know just the place. But we should shower. And I’ll wanna get changed into something sexier.”

“You can’t get sexier, trust me, it’s impossible.”

She giggled as she dismounted me. “Thank you, babe.”

“Go to yours, grab some things and come back. I’ll be ready for you.”

Twenty minutes later, as if she rushed, she returned in the clothes she left in, but carrying a bag full of more clothes. I was standing at the top of the stairs watching her ascend. She was thin, but beautiful with shoulder-length brown hair and matching eyes that watched your every move when you were inside her.

I was standing at the top of the stairs having shaved, wearing just my boxer shorts and jeans that were undone at the top button and my belt.

“Shower ready?” she asked, meeting me at the top of the stairs and kissing me.

Without looking away from her beautiful eyes, I grabbed the bag and tossed it to one side. “Hot water ready and waiting for a stunning naked female body to run over.”

She grinned and removed her top; me making an immediate beeline for her bra. “Best not disappoint, then.” Her stunning tits were exposed once more, and I couldn’t help myself. I bent down quite a way – she was about six inches shorter than me – and began sucking on them. “Ooh yeah, suck on my titties. Wash me with your mouth and tongue, I feel so fucking dirty.”

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