Helpful Brother-in-law
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Hetero, Cheating
When Jessica opened her front door, she found her younger sister shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Jessica saw the excited expression on Heather's face and thought back to the voice she had heard over the telephone less than an hour earlier. Heather had spoken so rapidly that Jessica could hardly understand her and kept asking her kid sister to slow down. But Heather seemed too excited and finally Jessica understood enough to learn that Heather wanted to tell her something, but it needed to be in person. So Jessica invited Heather over and now her kid sister was impatiently standing on her porch.
"So, what's so important?" Jessica asked.
Heather ignored her sister and almost pushed Jessica out of the way as she stormed into the house. Heather slammed the door shut and grabbed Jessica's wrist, pulling her stumbling body into the living room. Almost throwing Jessica onto the couch, Heather paced back and forth in front of her, and then collapsed onto the big leather chair facing the couch. She was wound up and cupped her hands over her chest as she took deep breaths. Jessica thought her sister was going to hyperventilate, but waited silently.
"You know what the doctors said?" Heather said excitedly between breaths. "You know, about Fred's sperm count?"
Jessica listened and assimilated what her hysterical kid sister was saying. Fred, Heather's husband, had been told by the doctors that his sperm count was low and that his chances of impregnating Heather were almost nil.
"Yeah, he can't knock you up."
Heather looked hurt by her sister's insensitive comment, but was too excited to let it bother her. "Yeah, but he DID!"
"Did what?"
"Knocked me up. Got me... I'm PREGNANT!"
Jessica leapt from the couch and rushed to her sister who stood up when Jessica did. Jessica's arms wrapped around her sister in a tight bear hug and soon both women were crying. After the initial shock wore off, Jessica stepped back and looked at her younger sister. Heather was beaming, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Jessica was so happy for her little sister. After having a boy and girl, Jessica had completed her family and had sympathized with her kid sister on her inability to conceive. When Heather heard from the doctors about the unlikelihood of her ever having children of her own, Jessica had never seen her sister so depressed. Jessica actually thought Heather was at risk to do something terrible to herself. So now that Heather was pregnant, Jessica shared her sister's joy.
"How did it happen?" Jessica asked.
"Well, we got naked and I spread my legs and Fred..."
"Heather! You know what I mean! I thought the doctors said..."
"They said it was highly unlikely. They didn't say it was impossible. And they were wrong. I'm pregnant and I'm going to have a kid... a kid of my own. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. I'm just so happy."
Again the two hugged and cried.
* * * *
That was a few days earlier. This time when Heather called she was not so bubbly. In fact, she sounded so depressed that Jessica told her to stay home and she drove over there. When the front door opened, Jessica saw the dark mascara trails streaking her kid sister's cheeks. Heather collapsed and Jessica caught her, then supported her sister as they went into the living room.
"Heather, what's the problem?" Jessica asked after they were seated.
"Oh Jessica, I got my period. It was a false alarm."
"I'm so sorry. Did you tell Fred?"
"God, no! He's out of town. I can't tell him something like this on the phone. I don't know what I'm going to do. I wish I was dead."
Heather's last statement scared Jessica. She saw how distressed her sister was and the thought of her doing something terrible flashed through Jessica's mind once again. Her sister was so sensitive. It was bad enough when Heather thought she wasn't going to have children, but now that she had believed she would and found out it was a false alarm seemed even worse. Jessica didn't think her sensitive, fragile sister could cope with the disappointment.
For the next few days Jessica called her sister as often as she could, but Heather seemed to be more despondent each time. There were times Jessica heard crying on the other end of the line before Heather even said a word. And there were times Heather couldn't speak at all, hanging up on Jessica after unsuccessfully trying to.
"I'm worried about Heather," Jessica said to her husband after one such experience.
"I know, you told me," Jim said.
"I think I may have made it worse. I suggested Heather go to a sperm bank and get artificially inseminated."
"How'd she take that?"
"She cried... for a long time. Then she said it was too inhuman... that she wasn't going to create a child from a test tube. She wanted a human baby, not a robot."
"But it would be human."
"I know that, and you know that, but Heather is irrational."
"I'd say. Has she told Fred yet?"
"No, he's out of the country and will be for a few more weeks. Poor Heather is all alone."
"She has you." Jessica gave her husband a loving kiss. "And me."
A wry smile crossed Jessica's face. "Funny you should mention that."
"Mention what?"
"That she has you."
"Well, I'm here for support."
"What if you can help in other ways?"
Jim remained silent, trying to understand what his wife was talking about. Twice he opened his mouth to ask her, but both times he didn't know what to say. It didn't help that Jessica was staring at him with a strange expression.
"Look, Jim, would you be willing to donate your sperm?"
"Um, sure, if that's what you want. But you said Heather didn't want to get pregnant that way."
Jessica remained silent for a few moments and then said, "I didn't mean artificial insemination."
"But there are only two ways to impregnate someone. Do it through artificial insemination or do it... hey! You don't mean...?"
"It wouldn't be cheating. You just do it and cum inside her. That's all."
"That's all?! Jeez, she's your sister!"
"And I love her... and I know you care for her too. Look, I never told anyone, not even my parents, about what happened when Heather and I were in our early teens. She had a pet hamster and forgot to feed it. It died. She kept saying she killed it and I found her later, after she swallowed a bottle of my mom's sleeping pills. If I hadn't gotten her to throw up she would have died. I see the same thing in her eyes now. She feels like she killed her child... even though she was never pregnant. I... I just know she'll do something... something awful."
"But she's your sister."
"And it would be family. No one but us three would ever know you're the father and not the uncle."
"This is insane. Heather wants to do this?"
"Well, I haven't mentioned it to her yet."
"Aha, then we're having a dumb, hypothetical discussion. Heather would never go for it."
"If she did, would you?"
"She won't... but if that's what you want I guess I could try."
It was hard for Jessica to talk to her husband about his having sex with her sister, but it was even more difficult to bring it up to Heather. That's why Jessica was so surprised with her sister's reaction.
"Oh-my-god, would he do it?" Heather beamed, hugging her big sister. "Jessica, that would solve everything. Oh, Jessica, I love you two so much."
But when the day arrived to actually do it, Heather and Jim felt very uneasy as they stared at each other in silence in Heather's house. It wasn't easy for Jessica either. She sat alone in her own home biting her nails, a nervous habit she had given up in her childhood. All three had thought it would be too uncomfortable for Jessica to be in the same house while her husband and sister were making a baby. They never referred to it as "having sex," trying to make it more clinical, but they all knew that Jim was going to fuck Heather. The three agreed that, with Fred out of the country, they should do it in Heather's house.
After an uncomfortable few moments, Heather asked Jim, "Do you want a drink or something?"
"I think a whiskey."
"Oh, I was thinking of a soda or water, but I think I need a drink myself."
Heather got the two drinks and handed Jim his. They both gulped them down, hoping the burning feeling would settle their nerves. It didn't and they had a second, and then a third. Heather wasn't much of a drinker and the alcohol had an affect on her. It made her a little lightheaded and giggly.
"Well, we might as well get this over with," Jim said.
Heather felt a little hurt by her brother-in-law's comment. He made it sound like it would be a chore, like throwing out the garbage. That hurt Heather's ego, but she simply agreed and they went into her bedroom. When she looked around at the bright room, Heather regretted not doing it at night where she could have kept the lights off. But she didn't think she could muster the courage to start over so she relented to the fact that they would be able to see each other.
"Jim, please turn around for a minute."
Jim was wondering why he had ever agreed to his wife's ridiculous idea when he saw Heather's reflection in the mirror. Even though he had turned around, Heather turned her back to him before reaching under her skirt. Jim knew he shouldn't look, and felt like a pervert voyeur for doing so, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He had always thought Heather was pretty. Jim knew she was younger than her sister, but he couldn't remember her age. Then it came to him. Jessica was 31 and Heather was six years younger. "She's 25," Jim thought. "Shit, that would make me 10 years older than her! She's just a kid."
That's what was going through Jim's mind when Heather lifted her skirt high on her legs, showing a lot of skin. He wanted to look away, but his little sister-in-law was just too captivating. She had blonde hair like Jessica's, although lighter from being out in the sun a lot, and it was much longer falling well below her bra strap. Both had hazel eyes, but Heather's were much bigger, giving her a wide-eyed innocent look. Heather was shorter than Jessica. Jim did the math in his head and guessed her to be about 5'3" which made her look even younger. But it was her legs Jim was staring at in the mirror that kept him from looking away like a good brother-in-law should have. They were long and curvy. Jim saw Heather's hands reappear from under her skirt, pulling her pink panties down. She leaned on the side of the bed and lifted one foot out of the panties, and then the other. Heather dropped the panties onto the floor and kicked them under the bed, then smoothed out her skirt.
"Okay, you can turn around."
Jim spun around to see his sister-in-law looking at him. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed more nervous than before. He knew she was naked under her skirt but didn't let on to that fact.
"What now?" Jim asked.
"I-I guess we should just do it." Jim grabbed the bottom of his tee-shirt and began pulling it up. "What are you doing?!" Heather screamed.
Jim froze, then said, "I'm taking my clothes off."
"Please, can we do it without getting undressed?"
"How can we do that?"
"Well, I'm..." Heather blushed, and then continued, "naked under my skirt. Maybe we can do it without seeing each other. It's so embarrassing as it is. I don't know how I'd be able to be around you after if I knew you saw me. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But I have a little problem."
"What?"
"I don't have an erection."
"Oh, I never knew you had that kind of problem."
"No, no! I can get it up," Jim said, his male ego hurt. "It's just that it doesn't pop up by itself, you know."
Heather blushed even redder. "Oh yeah. Do you want to go into the bathroom and get it hard?"
"I'm not going to jerk off!" When Jim saw the startled expression on his kid sister-in-law's face he lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's just that that's so demeaning. I haven't done that since I was a teenager."
"I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me. You're here to help me and I'm making you feel bad. Jim, sit on the side of the bed." When Jim sat down, Heather covered his lap with a blanket. "Can you open your zipper and take it out?"
Jim reached under the blanket and lowered his zipper. He fished his cock out and told Heather he was done. She took a deep breath and sighed, then slipped her hand under the blanket in search of her brother-in-law's cock. When she felt it she instinctively yanked her hand away, pulling the blanket with her. It was only Jim's quick reflexes that allowed him to slap his hand over the blanket to keep it from being dragged off his lap. Heather giggled, partly from the alcohol but mostly from nervousness, and slipped her hand back under the blanket until it rested on her brother-in-law's dick. Jim moaned and Heather looked into his face, but quickly averted her eyes from embarrassment. She closed her fingers around his cock and began stroking it.
"I'm sorry, but it's not working," Jim said more than a little embarrassed.
"You said you didn't have that kind of problem."
"I don't, but I guess it's the situation and all. It seems so... mechanical."
Heather thought about that and realized her brother-in-law was right. She cupped the back of Jim's head and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. Jim was surprised at the kiss, but even more when his sister-in-law's tongue entered his mouth. When he sucked on her tongue, Jim thought he heard a low moan come from Heather.
Heather continued to squeeze and fondle Jim's cock while they French-kissed. At first she thought it would feel strange to kiss her brother-in-law like that, but it seemed very natural and felt quite good. Heather was also pleased to feel his cock grow a little in her hand. Jim's arms were wrapped around Heather's body as they kissed. Heather removed her hand from the back of Jim's head and grabbed his arm. Jim automatically stopped hugging his sister-in-law thinking he was showing too much intimacy. Therefore he was shocked when Heather pulled his hand to her breast and held it there.
Jim couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was his wife's young sister rubbing his cock, they were also French-kissing, and now his hand was on her breast. Jim tentatively squeezed the mound of flesh and this time he was sure he heard Heather moan. He felt her fist moving up and down his now hard shaft and wondered why she kept doing it since they had accomplished their goal of getting him erect. But he didn't stop either and kept fondling Heather's tit while their lips were smashed together as their tongues flicked against each other's.
Heather was the one who finally pulled away. She was panting hard with her hand still clutching Jim's cock. She stared into Jim's face in a dazed state, and then came to her senses. Heather's hand jerked out from under the blanket.
"I-I think you're ready now," Heather said breathlessly.
When Jim nodded, she told him to scoot back on the bed. Jim did, clutching the blanket to make sure it covered him, but Heather saw where his cock pushed it up. When Jim seemed comfortable, Heather crawled until she was next to him and lifted one knee over his body. She intentionally wore a skirt that came below her knees and flared out. Heather carefully kept herself covered with the skirt and, when she was straddling Jim's lap with her skirt fanned over him, she yanked the blanket out from between their bodies. Her skirt covered both of their private parts.
"Are you ready?" Heather asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
Heather reached under her skirt, being very careful to keep their bodies covered. She grabbed Jim's cock and angled it towards her, shifting to align her pussy with his dick. She hesitated for a moment knowing soon it would be inside her, the first cock other than her husband's. But she had come this far so Heather slowly pressed the tip of her brother-in-law's cock into her hole. She inadvertently shuddered, then slowly lowered herself -- but suddenly stopped.
"What's the matter?" Jim said, using his willpower not to thrust up into her.
"It's going to hurt... I'm... oh, this is so embarrassing. I'm not lubricated, you know, I'm dry. Hold on."
Heather shifted back a little and released Jim's cock. She giggled when she saw her skirt tent up and then move as Jim's cock made an arc towards his belly. When there was no more movement under her skirt, Heather began rubbing her clit.
"Oh-my-god, you're watching me!" Heather exclaimed when she saw where her brother-in-law's eyes were.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just that..."
"It's my fault. I'm being childish."
Heather resumed her masturbating. Jim tried to stare up at the ceiling but kept returning his gaze to the movement under his sister-in-law's skirt. Heather would catch him looking and blush, and Jim would once again look away. Heather tentatively slipped a finger inside her hole and was glad to feel its wetness. She was ready.
Jim felt his sister-in-law's hand grasp his cock so he looked at her skirt. Heather shifted and pressed his cock into her pussy. Jim clenched his teeth refraining from thrusting up, and then grimaced even more when he felt the warmth of his wife's kid sister's pussy engulf his cock. Heather sunk down until she was sitting on Jim's lap.
"You're in me," Heather stated the obvious.
Jim simply nodded, still trying to remain motionless. He sucked in a lungful of air when Heather rose and then sat back down. She did it one more time before lifting up and staying there. This time Jim couldn't hold back and thrust up into her. To his shock, Heather moved back and sat down on his thighs, his freed cock once again lifting her skirt momentarily before slapping onto his belly.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Jim apologized.
"It's not your fault. It's your zipper."
"What?"
"Your zipper. It hurts. Jim, I know this is asking a lot, but can you take your pants off?"
Heather grabbed the blanket and handed it to Jim. She looked away while climbing off him, pressing her skirt between her legs so as not to expose herself. Jim quickly covered himself with the blanket. He felt like he was in a bad dream. When he had been confronted by his wife he thought she was crazy and didn't want to do it. However, he now experienced guilt because he felt desire when he saw Heather remove her panties. After all, his sister-in-law was very pretty. And when they kissed, he didn't want it to end. He wanted to see her little hand wrapped around his cock, but even without seeing it his cock came to life quickly. But nothing compared to the feeling of his cock inside Heather's pussy. He longed for that feeling again so he quickly pushed his pants down. As it turned out, he did it too quickly. In his haste, the blanket was pushed down with his pants and underwear.
"Oh!" Heather squeaked, seeing her brother-in-law's hard cock spring up. She quickly looked away, but it was too late. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. As quickly as possible, Jim got his pants and underwear off and covered himself with the blanket.
"I'm decent now."
Heather cautiously turned her head, and only when she saw that the blanket was in place did she actually turn her body. She climbed onto her brother-in-law once more. When she was straddling Jim with her skirt fanned out, she cautiously removed the blanket. Without uttering a word, Heather reached under her skirt and grabbed Jim's cock, pressing it into her pussy. Slowly, but without pausing, Heather lowered herself onto the hard cock.
When Heather reached under her skirt, Jim snuck a few peeks but she managed to keep herself covered. The only thing he saw was more skin on her thigh as her arm pushed the skirt out of the way. Jim looked at Heather's face when her tight pussy sunk down on his cock. He didn't know what he'd see, but was surprised. Heather's eyes were closed and her mouth open in an expression of pure pleasure. She was breathing through her mouth, taking deep breaths and letting the air out slowly.
Heather placed her palms on Jim's chest and lifted up, then lowered herself again. She was fucking him -- her brother-in-law. Heather had intended to simply continue in a passionless copulation until Jim ejaculated, but his cock felt good inside her. He seemed to fill her more than her husband did. Her mind tried to visualize Jim's cock, but she had seen it for only a fleeting moment. Was it bigger than Fred's? It sure felt like it. She now wished she had taken more time looking at it when she had the chance.
Heather moved up and down on her brother-in-law's cock, from time to time stopping when it was fully inside her and rocking back and forth. She didn't plan to do it, but it just happened naturally. It added to her pleasure. If Heather had thought about it she would have felt guilty and might have stopped, but she was moving on automatic now. So Heather continued to fuck her brother-in-law who was now pushing into her. But it was when she was all the way down and rocking back and forth that she got the most pleasure. It was one of those times that her body froze and her hips jerked with more urgency.
Jim was staring up at his young sister-in-law. Her eyes had been closed the entire time. He didn't know if she didn't want to see him beneath her, or if she was consumed with pleasure. He did know that when he thrust up into her she squeezed her vagina muscles around his cock and her breathing changed. Jim also noticed that Heather would move on his cock in a way that seemed to stimulate her more than him, which confused Jim because the whole point was for them to make a baby, not make love. But when he watched Heather's body shudder, he knew she had climaxed.
For the first time since Heather inserted Jim's cock into her pussy and began fucking him, she opened her eyes. Jim saw his wife's sister staring down at him, but she had a faraway look in her pale blue eyes. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching around his cock while her orgasm took its course. Then Jim saw recognition in Heather's eyes and then she blushed. She leaned forward with her tits smashed against Jim's chest and her head buried in the mattress next to his. Jim heard her whimpering.
"What's the matter?" Jim whispered.
"I wasn't supposed to do that."
Jim patted Heather's back and said, "It's only natural. You couldn't help it."
"But it's wrong to receive pleasure from what we're doing."
"Why? I am."
Heather's head shot up and she stared into her brother-in-law's face. "You are?"
"Of course. I can't help it... just like you can't."
Jim saw tears flow from Heather's eyes and then she buried her face in the mattress again. She was crying harder now. Jim's cock was still inside Heather and her shaking body actually stimulated his cock.
"Tell me what's bothering you," Jim said soothingly, patting the crying girl's back.
"It's just that... oh god, I can't."
"Heather, please tell me. I'm here for you."
"Well, you see, it doesn't happen with Fred."
"What doesn't happen?"
"I-I don't cum when we do it."
"You don't have an orgasm?"
"Well, I do, but at other times. Shit, this is so embarrassing. You see, I get off, but when he uses his fingers, not when we're actually doing it."
"What's the difference?"
"I don't know. You seem so much bigger. And Fred doesn't last long. Oh god, please don't tell him I said that."
"Don't worry," Jim said, now rubbing Heather's back, "what happens here stays here. No one will know."
What happened next surprised Jim. Heather's head popped up and she pressed her lips to his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She smashed her lips against his in a passionate kiss, and then pulled away. "Thank you, thank you," she said, her tearstained face glowing with the love she felt for her brother-in-law at that moment, and then she leaned forward and thrust her tongue back into his mouth.
Jim was dumbfounded. He was lying on his in-law's marital bed with his cock inside his wife's sister and she was kissing him passionately. He couldn't help but thrust up into her. Heather felt it and, without breaking the kiss, lifted up and sank back down. She didn't stop either. Her movements were much more aggressive than their earlier fucking... and so were Jim's. They were kissing hard, and fucking harder. It wasn't until Heather climaxed for a second time and her body collapsed on Jim's and went limp did their mouths part. This time her face was not turned away from Jim's as it rested on the mattress and Heather planted soft kisses on his cheek.
"Are you okay?" Jim asked.
"Oh yes, I'm fine. I can't believe I did it again."
"Heather, I'm getting close."
"Close to what?"
"Cumming."
"Oh." This time Heather turned her face away from Jim's in embarrassment.
"I think it would be more effective if you were on your back."
"Yeah, I guess so. Probably more sperm will stay in."
"That's what I was thinking. Do you think we should roll over?"
"Yeah, do I have to get off?"
"No, just roll with me."
Jim wrapped his arms around Heather's petite body and shifted his weight while pulling with his arms. Their bodies rolled as one, with Jim ending up on top. He looked down at Heather.
"You're teaching me all kinds of new things," Heather said with a smile.
Jim pushed up onto his forearms and slowly pulled his cock partway out. Heather's eyes remained fixed on his face. He then pushed into her. He did it again and again, and each time Heather would sigh. After a while Jim rose up on his hands with his arms straight for better leverage. He looked down between their bodies. Heather's skirt had come to rest on her belly after they rolled over and her pussy was uncovered. Jim saw his sister-in-law's pussy for the first time, and also saw his cock slide in and out of it. He felt like a pervert staring at what she had desperately tried to keep hidden and quickly looked up.
Heather was watching him, but she didn't look mad. She had a smile on her face, and then she lifted her head a little and looked down her body. Her smile broadened and Heather humped her hips up because Jim had stopped fucking her. That was all it took for Jim to fuck her hard. He plowed into her with much more speed and force, and soon he was shooting his sperm into his sister-in-law's fertile womb.
When Jim came around, he was lying on his sister-in-law with her legs wrapped around his body holding him tight. He lifted his head and looked down at her. Heather mouthed the words "thank you" and smiled. She clenched her pussy around his cock and then let her legs drop to the mattress. Jim rolled off Heather and lay next to her staring at the ceiling, breathing hard.
After a while, Jim heard Heather say, "It is bigger than Fred's."
He turned her way and saw where she was staring. He was about to cover up when he noticed that Heather had not adjusted her clothes -- her skirt was still up and her legs spread. The girl who had been so shy was now openly staring at Jim's cock and lying naked from the waist down.
"Jim, will you kiss me again?"
Jim rolled onto his side and stared at Heather's flushed face. He knew her rosy cheeks were not from embarrassment now, but from being fucked. Jim pressed his lips to Heather's and tentatively shoved his tongue into her mouth. He was surprised by her response. Heather thrust her tongue against his with a passion he had never felt and grabbed his body, pulling it onto her. Jim rolled on top of his sister-in-law, never breaking the passionate kiss. He felt Heather's hand clasp his cock and fondle it. It soon stiffened in her hand, and then Heather spread her legs more and guided her brother-in-law's cock to her pussy. Jim slipped in easily.
Jim fucked his sister-in-law hard, all the while kissing her. It happened automatically, but Jim's hand slipped between their bodies and cupped Heather's breast. She didn't object and Jim squeezed her tit while he fucked and kissed her. Heather's tongue stopped moving and then Jim heard a squeal as she climaxed. When her orgasm subsided, Heather locked her legs around Jim's body and used them as leverage to thrust up each time he drove his cock into her. She grunted and moaned under him, and then Jim let out a long groan as he came inside his wife's sister a second time. This time when Jim rolled off Heather, she grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them to her chest. Jim couldn't resist and looked between her legs at her puffy pussy-lips and the white froth visible.
"We made a baby, I know we did. I love you so much. Thank you."
Jim rested and then took a shower. When he re-entered the bedroom, Heather was still lying on the bed. Her legs were straight out, but she hadn't bothered to pull her skirt down. She thanked Jim one more time and he leaned over, giving her a "brotherly" peck on her lips.
When Jim arrived home his wife looked at him as if she wanted to talk to him, but remained silent. Jim felt uneasiness in the air.
"Did everything go okay?" Jessica finally asked.
"It was awkward, but we did it. Hopefully Heather will get pregnant."
"I love you so much," Jessica said, hugging her husband tight.
"I love you too."
* * * *
It was two days later when Jim's secretary buzzed him on his intercom, "It's Mrs. Stout."
Jim picked up the phone and asked, "Is everything all right?" since Heather never called him at work.
"Jim, I was wondering if you could come over. I just want to be sure, that's all." Jim was confused and asked his sister-in-law what she was talking about. "I want to make sure I'm pregnant. For this to work... for Fred not to suspect... I need to get pregnant quickly and last time might not have done it."
Jim was flabbergasted. His wife's sister was asking him to come over and fuck her. It was one thing for his wife to request it, and even that was odd. But for his sister-in-law to ask him was absurd, especially when she said, "And don't tell Jessica."
"I can get off in about an hour."
When Jim hung up he stared at the telephone. He had agreed. What had made him do that? But he also felt his cock twitching in his pants remembering how beautiful his young sister-in-law was and how much he enjoyed fucking her.
When Jim entered Heather's house he was surprised to see her standing in a robe. The last time she had been so shy that she kept her clothes on the entire time, although at the end she hadn't bothered covering up. Somehow it made Jim feel more uncomfortable.
"Thanks for coming," Heather said and then began giggling.
"Are you going to let me in on the joke?"
Heather laughed a few more moments before gathering herself. "It hit me that..." she began laughing hard again, then calmed down and said, "that's what I should be saying later."
Even in Jim's uneasiness, he saw the humor in that and joined his sister-in-law in a hearty laugh. When they were catching their breath and holding their sides afterwards, Jim felt more at ease.
"Would you like a drink?" Heather asked.
"No, I don't think I'll need one this time."
"I already had two. I guess I'm still more nervous about it than you."
There was an uneasy silence and then Jim said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
For an answer, Heather grabbed Jim's wrist and led him to her bedroom. Jim stood in the middle of the room waiting for Heather to tell him what she wanted. He gasped when she opened her robe and let it slip from her shoulders. It was the first time Jim had seen his sister-in-law completely nude, even though he had fucked her twice. Without uttering a word, Heather got onto the bed, propped up the pillows, and lay on her back.
"Please take your clothes off," Heather said. "This time I want to feel you naked."
Jim disrobed quickly and climbed onto the bed next to Heather. She pulled his face to hers and soon their open mouths were one, with their tongues smashing against each other's. Heather wrapped her arms around Jim's body and held him tight. She lifted one leg and draped it over his hip, pulling his groin to hers. Heather pulled Jim's head away from hers and then pushed his head to her chest. Jim captured most of her small tit into his mouth and began sucking.
"Oh Jim," Heather moaned, holding the back of his head.
Jim moved to Heather's other tit and then back to the first. Heather now had both legs wrapped around his body and they were grinding their loins together lustfully. Jim was trying to push his cock into Heather's pussy when she told him to stop. Breathing hard, and somewhat flustered, Jim looked at his sister-in-law's face.
"Wait, I wanted to do something," Heather said. When they separated, she frowned and said, "Oh, I thought I would have to get it hard again. Oh heck, what the hell."
Jim was shocked when his wife's kid sister scooted down the bed and stuffed his cock into her mouth. He couldn't believe how sexy her lips looked wrapped around his dick. She looked up at him and the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile. Heather sucked his cock for a while and then held it outside her mouth while licking it. Then she'd stuff it back inside her mouth.
"Heather, please stop."
"Don't you like it?" Heather said, pouting.
"Too much. I'll cum if you don't stop."
"Oh no, we can't waste your baby-making sperm. Can you get me ready now?"
Heather lay down in the middle of the bed and spread her legs. Her lewd expression told Jim all he needed to know. He climbed between his sister-in-law's legs and looked at her young pussy. Prying it open with his fingers, Jim lowered his mouth to it and began licking. Heather's hips jerked up as soon as his tongue touched her, and she ground her pussy into his mouth as he licked.
Jim was surprised how quickly Heather grabbed the back of his head and pushed up against his mouth moaning, "Oh god, oh god," and climaxed.
Jim was ready and didn't wait for an invitation. He positioned himself between Heather's spread legs and inserted his cock into her. Heather's eyes opened wide and she moaned, and then smiled. Jim pushed his cock all the way in and then pulled most of it out. He waited a split second before ramming his cock back in.
"Oh god yes, fuck me!" Heather cried out.
Jim's lust drove him to fuck his wife's sister fast and hard. The room was filled with sounds of bodies slapping against each other, groans, grunts, and moans, with an occasionally "yes, yes, yes" from Heather. The two fucked like teenagers. Heather climaxed from the pounding, and then Jim couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm cumming!" he shouted.
"Yes, cum in me."
Heather squeezed her pussy around the spurting dick, milking all the sperm from it. Jim lay on top of her and she held him tight. He fucked her much better than her own husband and she didn't want to let him go. But after a while, Jim's dick softened and slipped out. He rolled off Heather and lay panting next to her.
After a brief rest, Jim felt Heather's hand on his dick. She was squeezing and pulling it, and it slowly grew in her hand. Then she slid her fist up and down the slick dick until it was fully erect. She pulled Jim by his cock and he rolled on top of her. Heather waited for Jim to shove his cock into her and then she wrapped her legs around his body. The two started with a slow fuck, but the tempo increased as they got excited. This time when Heather climaxed, she felt Jim's sperm shooting into her at the same time which prolonged her orgasm.
* * * *
Every few days, Jim would pay Heather a visit. When Fred returned from his business trip, Heather and Jim rendezvoused in a motel. On one of those occasions, when they were in a motel, both were naked and Heather was sucking Jim's cock.
"Heather, you better stop," Jim warned her.
Heather looked up at Jim but didn't pull her mouth off his cock. Instead, she moved her lips up and down the shaft quicker, holding the base tight. Jim grunted and humped his hips upwards, filling his wife's kid sister's mouth.
"I'm sorry. I wasted the sperm," Jim said.
Heather licked her lips and then wiped them with the back of her hand. "I don't consider that a waste."
"But you want to get pregnant."
"I already am. The doctor confirmed it over a week ago. I think you knocked me up the very first time."
Although Jim loved having sex with his sister-in-law he had been lying to himself all along, telling himself that he was doing it just to get Heather pregnant. Doing what his wife had asked him to, although she only knew about the first time.
"Then why...?" Jim asked confused.
"Because I love your cock. Will you like fucking a pregnant woman? And I want more kids too."
Jim's cock remained hard when he heard what his sister-in-law said. He pushed her onto her back and rammed his cock into her. Heather moaned her approval and the two fucked more lustfully than they ever had.
THE END
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