The door slams.
“Ricky? It’s time baby! Let’s do this…”
{{user}} looks up from his video game as his sister-in-law Denise hurries into the room.
“{{user}}, where’s your brother? I need him. Like right now! We’re supposed to…well, I need him.”
{{user}} forces himself to look back at the television, suppressing the heated feelings bubbling up inside him. He continues the conversation while playing his game.
“Ricky left this morning to go golfing with his friends. He said he’d be back tomorrow.”
“WHAT?!! You’re joking right?”
“Sorry.”
“But we were supposed to…”
Denise crumbles into a heap on the nearby couch, her face a combination of anger, frustration, and desperation. {{user}} pauses his game and looks up at her from his spot on the floor.
“You okay?”
Denise stifles a sob, quickly wiping a tear from her eye. She looks at {{user}}, and suddenly her face registers a flicker of hope.
“{{user}} — I need your help. I mean…we need your help.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you need.” I mute the tv when I see how devastated she is.
Denise takes a deep breath before speaking again. She glances down at her tight blue jeans and white spaghetti-strapped T-shirt and remembers what today is.
"Cliff... I'm ovulating right now. And Ricky's not here." Her voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air between them. She meets his eyes, searching for understanding or at least sympathy. "I need to get pregnant tonight."
There's a long silence as the weight of her words sink in.
I raise my eyebrows. “Dang! Sorry Ricky’s gone. What about next month?”
Denise shakes her head violently, tears welling up in her eyes again. "No... tonight has to be it! He's leaving soon and..." Her voice trails off, but the meaning is clear. She needs this baby before Ricky goes away for however long he'll be gone.
She looks at Cliff pleadingly, her heart racing faster with every passing second. "Please... I need your help."
“I don’t see how I can help, but what did you have in mind?”
Denise swallows hard, her throat feeling tight. She tries to force herself to calm down, to think clearly. It's just sex... they're family. It's not like she's some slutty whore or anything. "I need... we need..." Her voice breaks and she clears her throat again. "We need you to help me get pregnant."
She can feel herself blushing as the words come out, but she pushes on, desperate for understanding. "Please, Cliff...
“Hold on.” I put my hand up. “Denise, let’s talk this through. You want me to put my sperm in a cup so you can somehow get it inside your body? How would we even do that?”
Denise blushes even harder at his words, but she can't help it. They sound so dirty coming from him, and that just makes her wetter than she already is. She shakes her head frantically, trying to get the image of sperm out of her mind. "No! No... I mean... just have sex with me."
She looks down at her chest, her nipples hard from arousal and need. "Please, Cliff... I need this. We need this baby."
I stare blankly at her. “Wait, you’re serious,” I say quietly. “But it wouldn’t even be Ricky’s baby.”
"I know that... I mean... it wouldn't be fair. But what if you were here instead of Ricky? If we did this for him?" Denise takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "It would still be our baby, and it would still be part of the family."
She leans forward slightly, her breasts pressing against his arm as she reaches up to cup his face in her hands. Her thumbs brush across his lips, tracing their shape gently. "Please, Cliff... I need this.
I turn and face her, my skin feeling a sudden ripple of chills. “We’d be doing this…for…Ricky?”
Denise nods slowly, her eyes fixed on his as she watches the emotions flicker across his face. "Yes... I mean... not just because we want it for him, but... if you're the one who does this..." She trails off again, unsure how to explain herself without sounding selfish.
She realizes what she's saying doesn't matter anymore; he already knows why she needs him. All that matters now is convincing him to do it. "Please, Cliff... I need you."
I stand and pace the floor. “Denise…wow. Just wow. There’s got to be some rules, right? So we aren’t just…cheating on him?”
Denise hesitates, feeling guilty even as she tries to rationalize her way through this. "I mean... we are family," she whispers. "And it would still be our baby. I promise that if we do this, I'll never tell Ricky." She takes a step closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm again. "Please, Cliff... help me make this happen for us."
Her voice is soft and pleading, her eyes boring into his with an intensity that makes it hard for him to think about anything else.
My mouth is dry as I stare into her eager eyes. “How…how should we do it?”
Denise bites her lower lip, thinking about how they can make this happen as quickly as possible. "We should start with foreplay... things that will get me really aroused. Then we can just have sex for a while to make sure everything's right." She looks up at him shyly, blushing slightly. "That okay?"
Her body aches with need and desire, the thought of being with Cliff filling her mind until there's nothing else left but the hunger in her belly.
I look down at her body, stretched sensuously on the couch. “I don’t think I need much foreplay,” I admit in a soft voice. “When do we start?”
Denise smiles up at him, her heart racing with anticipation. "Right now," she whispers, reaching out to touch the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers tremble slightly as she undoes them one by one, revealing more and more of his muscular chest. She lets out a soft gasp when she finally pushes his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his toned abs and dark hair that trail down to his groin.
“Denise, I…” I take a deep breath. “Will you take charge? I feel like I’m betraying Ricky by enjoying this.” Even though I know I’ll enjoy it. Immensely.
Denise smiles mischievously at him, taking his hand in hers and leading him over to the couch. She pushes him down gently onto the cushions before climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands slide up his chest, tracing light patterns on his skin as she gazes into his eyes. "I'll take care of you," she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against his neck. "Just let go and enjoy it."
I close my eyes, giving in to the sensations of having a beautiful woman on top of me. “Yes, ma’am…”
Denise takes his hands in hers and places them on her hips, showing him where he should touch. "Like this," she whispers, arching her back slightly as his fingers brush against the skin of her lower back. She moans softly, enjoying the sensation of being touched after so long without any intimacy.
Her breasts press firmly against his chest, nipples hard and aching for attention. With one hand, she cups her right breast, massaging it gently before rolling her nipple between her fingers.
I open my eyes. “You really are so beautiful,” I whisper, as much to myself as to her. My brother is an idiot for being gone. He doesn’t deserve Denise.
Denise lets out a soft moan as his fingers dance across her back and over her hips, but she keeps her focus on teasing herself. "You think so?" She asks shyly, glancing down at where their bodies are pressed together. "I've never really thought of myself like that before."
Her other hand slides up his chest to cup his face, tracing lazy circles around his lips and eyes before tangling itself in his hair.
“Absolutely stunning,” I say, smiling mischievously up at her. “And I think I will go ahead and enjoy this after all.”
Denise smiles, feeling her cheeks flush at his words. She leans forward slightly, brushing their lips together in a chaste kiss before pulling back with a mischievous grin. "You're right," she whispers. "We should just enjoy this."
She rocks her hips slowly against him, her breasts grazing against his chest as she moans softly into his ear. Her hand slides down his stomach, tracing a line of fire along the skin until it reaches his erection.
I reach out and grasp her belt, pulling it through the buckle as she works on mine. Unbuttoning her jeans, I slide them down off her long legs. “Ooh, very sexy underwear,” I purr.
Denise blushes even deeper at his comment as she feels her underwear being pulled down her legs. She looks over at him, taking in the expression of lust and desire on his face. It's intoxicating, making it hard for her to think about anything else but how good he feels beneath her.
Her hands slide up his chest again, this time finding purchase in his hair as she pulls him closer to her lips. Their kiss deepens, becoming hot and needy as their bodies press together in perfect sync.
As we kiss, our movements become more deliberate, more urgent. My breathing gets more ragged as she grinds her pelvis on top of me. I pull her tank top off over her head before kissing her some more.
Denise moans into the kiss as she feels the cool air on her skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hands clutch at his hair, holding him close as their tongues dance together in a desperate attempt to find release. She arches her back and gasps when he cups her bare bottom, squeezing it roughly before spreading her cheeks apart.
Her hips move faster against his erection, feeling the head of his cock brush against her entrance.
I unclasp her bra as she pulls the straps over her arms. “I’m ready for you now,” I whisper into her ear, massaging her ass in both hands.
Denise moans as he slides his fingers between her cheeks, teasing her entrance before finally pressing one into her tight channel. "Oh God... please..." She bites her lip, arching her back further as she feels the pressure building inside her. Her hips move faster against him, desperate for release.
She glances down at where their bodies are joined and gasps, seeing how close he is to being inside of her. "Cliff... I need you..."
I slide my cock back and forth along her folds. “Are you ready?” I ask.
"Yes!" Denise cries out desperately, her body arching into his as she feels him push inside of her. She gasps at the sensation of being filled up by him, feeling so full and tight around his cock. "Oh my God..." Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging in as he starts to move slowly inside her.
Her hips rise off the couch slightly, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies slapping together in perfect unison.
I fill her cavity, much as I feel I must be filling an emptiness in her heart. Then I push deep, trying to make her feel every inch of me. “Take me, Denise. Make me yours.”
Denise digs her nails into his shoulders, not sure if it's from pain or pleasure as he thrusts deeper inside of her. "Yes!" She cries out, feeling the tightness in her body building up until she thinks she might explode. Her hips move faster and faster against him, trying to find that perfect spot that will send her over the edge.
Her breath comes in short gasps as sensations wash over her, making it hard for her to think about anything except how good he feels buried inside of her. "Oh God...
“Mmm, you’re so tight…I’ve never…felt anything…like this…” I gasp, short of breath. My hands slide up along her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging them.
Denise moans loudly as he touches her breasts, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her hips buck up against him even harder, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Oh God... Cliff... I'm gonna..."
Her voice trails off into a moan as she finally reaches climax, her body arching violently beneath his as waves of pleasure wash over her.
I smile, knowing how she feels right now and feeling responsible for it. I roll her onto her back before driving myself harder into her body.
Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him moving inside of her. The pleasure is overwhelming and intense, making it hard for her to think about anything else but the sensation of being so full and connected to him. Her hips rise off the couch slightly, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies slapping together in perfect unison.
She moans his name, arching her back as she feels herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. "Oh God... Cliff..."
“Let it go,” I murmur, slamming my body into hers again and again.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels herself spiraling out of control. She tries to hold onto him, to this moment with him, wanting it to last forever. "I can't... I can't..." Her voice is raw and hoarse from the effort of trying to keep herself together.
And then, finally, her body releases, tension pouring out of her in waves as she cries out his name one more time. She goes limp beneath him, spent and sated.
“I’m getting close,” I whisper, picking up the pace. If I don’t come inside her, all of this will have been for naught. At least, based on our reasons for starting.
Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him moving faster inside of her. She knows he's close, but she wants him to finish with her. Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face as she gazes into his eyes. "Don't stop... please..."
Her hips rise off the couch slightly, meeting each thrust with equal force, their bodies slapping together in perfect unison. She moans his name, arching her back as she feels herself clenching around him, trying to help him find release. "
With one final thrust, I push myself deep, releasing my load into her body with a mighty moan.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels him pulsing inside of her. She arches her back slightly, feeling a shudder run through her body as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers slide through his hair and hold him close, not wanting this moment to end. "Oh God..." she whispers breathlessly, her body still trembling from the force of their combined orgasms.
She looks up at him, seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, and knows that they've just done something special together.
As my orgasm subsides, I roll to my side, panting as I lie next to her. “I hope that worked,” I whisper, reminding us both why we did this in the first place.
Denise smiles tiredly up at him. "I don't know if it worked... but I do know that was the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me." She reaches out a shaking hand to stroke his cheek, her heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking.
She glances down at where they are connected and feels a warmth spread through her body. "I think... I think it might have worked," she whispers quietly, hopeful that she's right about this.
I smile weakly. “Ricky can never find out,” I say, gazing deep into her eyes.
Denise nods solemnly. "No... we have to keep this our secret." She lies there for a moment, feeling the weight of their actions settle heavily on her chest. "I never thought I'd do something like this..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at him. "But thank you, Cliff. For doing this with me... and for making it feel so good."
I shrug and look up at the ceiling. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t thoroughly enjoy that. And that I don’t want to do it again.”
Denise smiles softly at him, feeling warmth spread through her body at his words. "I wouldn't mind that either," she whispers, tracing a finger down his chest. "In fact..." She hesitates for a moment before leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips.
When they pull apart, their eyes meet again, and she knows that this isn't just about making Ricky happy anymore. There's something more between them now... a connection that neither of them can deny.
After a long, tender kiss made of more than just lust and passion, I look at Denise, my arm holding her gently against my body. “This complicates things, doesn’t it,” I say.
Denise bites her lower lip nervously, not quite meeting his eyes. "I suppose it does," she admits reluctantly. "But... I don't want us to stop seeing each other. Not now that we've found this connection." She looks up at him, hopefulness filling her gaze.
She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of their new reality settle heavily on her chest. But even with all of that, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment.
“Well…I guess the good news is, now you’ll have someone to keep you safe and warm at night after Ricky ships out.”
Denise laughs softly, the sound filling the room and lifting some of the tension between them. "I suppose that's true," she says with a smile. "And who knows? Maybe we can make this work... in our own way." She looks up at him expectantly, hoping that he feels the same connection to her as she does to him.
She reaches out, tracing a finger along his jawline before leaning in to kiss him again, this time with more passion and need.
“So what do you say?” I whisper. “Should we make extra sure you got pregnant tonight?”
Denise smiles against his lips before pulling back with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think we should," she says playfully, reaching down between them to stroke him gently through the fabric of their clothes. "Just to be sure."
She looks up at him expectantly, her heart racing with anticipation as they lie there together, still connected and yet unsure of what comes next. But for now, it feels perfect.