Breeding Sister-in-Law's My Honor

BREEDING SISTER-IN-LAW'S MY HONOR

The cafe was packed to the gills. Happy families, restless staffers, and constant noise from the kitchen made for a lively scene. It's not how I would've preferred spending a chilly Sunday morning, but refusing my brother and sister-in-law's invite would've signaled more questions than it was worth.

At first, I'd feared Artie and Belle's invitation was like being summoned to the principal's office, even though I had perfect attendance and good behavior. I wasn't acing the assignment, though—and that's what counted. In my heart, I believed they knew I'd been acting in good faith. I'd never betray my family in pursuit of lust. The pleasures with Belle were merely a bonus, but the mission was always my priority. It'd been several months since their ask, and it hadn't happened yet. Of course, I felt bad.

When two young men joined our table (my son and my nephew), I recalibrated expectations. It appeared Artie and Belle had invited the youngins to join us this morning. Their presence meant this gathering wasn't going to involve any conversation about the mission.

Our food orders soon arrived. I gave my plate a curious look. One of my poached eggs had a narrow slit. The yellow yolk was dripping out, spreading across the ceramic. I used my knife to try pushing the yolk back inside its white, but it stayed out, no matter what I did. I glanced up at my sister-in-law, and she noticed me looking at her; Belle kindly smiled at me, then casually looked away as she bit into her wheat toast.

I thought about where she and I were supposed to be later. It was wild that I had my brother's permission and encouragement, which was both comforting and necessary. Come the afternoon, my sister-in-law would be netting more of my yolk. How many more eggs would we need to crack to make an omelette?

"Hold up, I see a friend," Belle said. "Gonna say hi. Be right back." My sister-in-law left the table, leaving me with my brother, son, and nephew.

"So Dad," Colin said, "whatcha got going on after this?"

It was a simple question that somehow flustered me. I looked at my brother, and Artie subtly nodded to act cool and make up a lie. I turned back to my son. "Yeah, um, I'm going out."

"Where to, Uncle Frank?" Ken asked, chomping on his bacon.

"Uhhhh," I mumbled. I glanced at my brother again, and he looked perplexed that I seemed so helpless, considering I was the older one. I lied and said, "I'm gonna catch a matinee of Diamond Heist 4."

"Oh hell yeah!" Colin said. "Uncle Artie took us to see the original a long-ass time ago. Can me and Ken come with you?"

"I'm down, let's do it!" Ken said, bacon bits falling from his mouth.

"Nope!" I shouted, instantly regretting my volume. I looked at my brother once more, and he was shaking his head, almost wanting to laugh. I needed to fatten up my lie. "Sorry kiddos, I can't deal with your generation—the way you guys act in theaters, with your phones constantly out, and the loud talking like you're in your living room. Etiquette's gone out the damn window. So no, you can't tag along."

"Yeesh," Ken said, surprised by my rant. "So who are you going with, Uncle Frank?" he asked, before turning to my brother. "With you, Uncle Artie?"

"Yup," Artie said smoothly. "It's a brothers day."

"Cool, what about Aunt Belle?" Colin asked. "Is she going too? And which theater? The new IMAX one downtown? And how come Ken and I can't join?"

"Col!" I said. "What's with all the questions, bud? You and Ken go do something on your own. Have your own cousin day. You don't need chaperones."

"... Damn, Dad," Colin said. "So much for family bonding. Sorry I asked."

I immediately felt bad and surrendered my bacon strips as damage control.

Belle returned to our table. The way she plopped down on her chair made her chest jiggle. It was hard to ignore. I lingered on her cleavage peeking out of her mocha-colored top. I quickly diverted my eyes, hoping the youngins hadn't caught me staring.

"What'd I miss?" she asked us.

"Belle," I said, "Artie and I are gonna see Diamond Heist 4 after this."

"You are?" she asked.

"Yeah, we are," I said. "You're coming too, remember?"

"I am?" Belle turned to her husband, and Artie nodded as he sipped his latte.

Belle said, "Okay, yeah, I guess I am..." She faced her nephews next. "You boys wanna come too? I'll buy your tickets."

My brother spit out a laugh, spraying coffee into his palm.   Ken and Colin swiftly leveraged their aunt's ticket offer to guilt me for excluding them. I dropped my head and forked at my poached eggs, deciding how best to shoo away the youngins again.

Belle looked so confused, unsure whether or not we were actually going to watch a movie. The disharmony was all my fault, which felt sadly fitting. I probably needed to find a better symmetry with my sister-in-law if I ever hoped to get her pregnant.

***

I remembered the ask like it was yesterday. Artie had called me over to their house, where Belle was waiting in their kitchen with homemade apple pie and my favorite amber ale. The conversation with me started normally enough, which felt suspicious given they were getting married soon. I would've expected them to be stressed out.

I was midway through my beer when their mood turned from pleasant to anxious. They inched closer together, standing side by side, wrapping an arm around each other's backs, gearing up for a reveal.

"Frank," Belle said. "Artie and I, we'd like to ask for your help. We need a... special favor."

I returned a worried look as I gulped down the rest of my ale.

Belle took a breath, then gave more context, saying she and Artie had been having serious discussions about starting a family. They'd already met with and consulted their doctors. Multiple times. There were complications, she'd said vaguely. Based on the way Artie turned his head down, I suspected the "complications" were on his end. The chances it was on Belle's seemed slim, considering she was a health nut and still under 30. Whatever the case, I didn't pry out of respect.

Belle went on and mentioned the process of IVF and how much it terrified her: the constant needles, multiple procedures, the impersonal nature. At one point, she paused her speech, looked at her then-fiancé, then mentioned that Artie had another idea...

Artie cleared his throat. It was the most nervous I'd seen my younger brother. The guy was a thriving businessman, typically confident and well put-together. In this moment, his posture resembled a fallen general who'd lost too many battles.

"Frank, um," he said. "I want Belle and I to have a baby... through natural means. She and I have talked a lot about this, and... we think you'd be the best person to help us... if that's something you'd be open to."

"Me?" I said. "Is this a real ask? Are you guys serious?"

He nodded sincerely.

I asked the requisite follow-up questions, like if this was really a good idea. Or if handling this through a professional clinic would be better. I'd asked the questions politely, while keeping the crazier ones to myself. Like whether this was just a fetish thing? Or worse, whether this was some elaborate ruse to toy with me, for whatever random reason?

They answered my sane questions the best they could, and I sensed it wasn't easy for them. Artie mentioned that he wanted it to happen through family, and since he and I naturally looked alike, no one would be able to tell. More crucially, he confided that there was no one else he trusted with this responsibility.

I took a breath and collected my thoughts, thinking about my relationship with each of them. Artie and I had always gotten along great as siblings; we never really got into serious fights. I think me being four years older had helped minimize a rivalry growing up. We had different friends, and didn't overlap in high school. We went down different life paths, but we loved and respected each other unconditionally. He was always more the brains of the family, so I knew he'd given this special favor exhaustive thought before deciding to bring it up.

As for Belle, I saw her as the little sister I never had. I liked when she called me "Bro," and I think she liked when I affectionately called her "Belly." We didn't have the lifelong history or core memories, but we always looked out for each other like blood. Belle had helped me get back on my feet after my divorce, which I was tremendously grateful for. In turn, I did my best to protect her from creepy guys who always made moves on her. I owed her way more, in my opinion. In a way, me helping her to get pregnant would be like repaying a favor.

When I glanced at them, I saw the vulnerability in their side hug, the way they held each other close for comfort. I looked into their faces, and their watery eyes told me this was as real an ask as any. It triggered a build-up in my own ducts.

"Yes, I'll do it," I said. "It'd be my honor."

My brother approached me, and I reached out to give him a hug. Belle did the same, and they both thanked me profusely.

***

Breakfast had been digested, and the youngins properly shooed. My brother, Belle, and I had returned to their house after the cafe.

On the second floor, I was lying alone in their guest room with my phone out, stroking myself to a sexy photo of my ex. The photo wasn't of my ex-wife—the woman who'd blessed me with two children, but who'd betrayed me in pursuit of lust. Instead, I was staring at a pic of Iris, the more recent ex-girlfriend who'd broken up with me because of her demanding work schedule, according to her. It was fine; I had no hard feelings and wasn't hung up, despite my current hand movements. Iris's racy pic was simply an aid to warm me up for Belle. The irony was that my sister-in-law had been the one who'd set me up with said ex-girlfriend.

Belle walked into the guest room wearing a silk robe. She gently kicked the door closed behind her, holding a bottle of electrolyte water in her right hand, her phone and a tube of lube in her left hand.

I didn't adjust my shorts to cover up, and she didn't gawk at my exposure. We'd done this enough by now to share a natural comfort.

"Here you go," she said, handing me the bottled water. She set the lube and her phone atop the sheets, then sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Feeling good?" she asked plainly.

"Good and hydrated," I said, drinking from the water bottle. "You?"

"Yup, good. Ready whenever you are," she said.

I put my water bottle down on the nightstand. "Is Artie downstairs?" I asked.

"He's in the basement watching sports," she said. "Oh, want me to ask him to leave for a bit?"

"No, no, of course not," I said. "This is your guys' house."

The big brother in me had taken great care when it came to the optics of this arrangement. I was conscious of not doing anything that came across as belittling to Artie. I was protective of him. If anyone ever found out about this arrangement and gave my brother shit for it, I'd be the first one swinging a clenched fist.

"Suck you to start?" Belle asked kindly.

The question was as direct as could be. I'd been awkward about it those first few sessions, but I soon adapted. I'd found my reticence gradually dissolved the more her lips and tongue made contact.

"Sure," I said. "Blowjob's good."

Belle got naked for me, undoing her silk robe and gently laying it on the mattress edge. Her breasts sat beautifully on her chest, her private area neatly trimmed. Months back, she'd asked me if I preferred her bare or trimmed. I'd said trimmed, and by the next session, she'd groomed herself as such. My sister-in-law always did little things like that to accommodate me. That was just the considerate person she was.

Belle inched my legs wider apart so she could slot in between. She stroked her hair back and tied it into a looped ponytail so strands wouldn't tickle my crotch area. She started by digging her fingertips into the underside of my sack, stimulating my balls. The warm-up of tugging and squeezing always felt amazing.

When Belle dropped low to begin her blowjob, I stayed alert. In one of our first sessions, I'd closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation. She'd been so good that I exploded early in her mouth. As expected, she'd been more than understanding about the accident, telling me it was no big deal. It was a big deal to me, though. I'd wasted a valuable load that could've been the one.

She removed her mouth. "Can I put on music? I made a playlist."

"Nice, what kind?"

She grinned. "Just something different to try. Mind turning that on?" She pointed to a small wireless speaker atop the nightstand.

I did as she asked as she tapped on her phone's music app. An atmospheric instrumental started to play. We'd certainly had sex to music before. There'd been sessions scored with soulful R&B, high-tempo sets from DJs, and even classic rock tunes. Fucking to a guitar solo had been electric, but babymaking to a dreamy soundscape like this would be... interesting. I figured Belle had done some research and was willing to try anything.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

I sat up. "We'll go doggy to start. We can end in the usual."

Belle politely nodded. She squeezed some lube onto her fingers and applied some around her opening. "Come, I'll get you too."

I scooted closer, and she happily coated my cock. She groped my balls after, using them as a hand towel to wipe away excess oil. Belle then got into position: face down and ass up. I settled behind her on my knees and pulled her thighs wider apart.

"As always," she said, "anywhere you like: touch, slap, squeeze."

My ready cock in hand, I inched forward with excitement. This moment was always a rush, no matter how many times I'd done it. I penetrated her slowly. The sight of my cock slipping into my sister-in-law was like walking into heaven's gates. She felt incredibly snug. I began thrusting and testing her grip.

"Ooh," she said, exhaling loudly. "Go slow. Take your time."

I held her hips as I pumped her gently. Our sessions were never excessive in length, but I think Belle believed a longer duration would help me shoot out stronger swimmers. My doctor had told me that that wasn't really a thing, but I wasn't going to argue with my sister-in-law's juju.

Belle propped herself up on her hands, and I reached forward to fondle her tits. They were pillowy mounds that filled both my palms. I squeezed them to my liking, agitating her nipples with my fingertips. She moaned her approval as I continued thrusting.

I slapped her ass. "On your back, Belle. I'm close."

Belle turned over, and I plugged myself back in immediately. I pummeled her pussy faster. She placed her palms on my chest, caressing my pecs to urge me on. I dropped my weight on her body and dug my head next to hers. My hips kept on churning, my mind focused on finishing.

"Come in me, Frank," she whispered.

I groaned into her neck as I pulsed ropes inside her pussy. Our lungs were heaving, but our bodies kept still. My cock remained lodged inside, just to be safe. I was like a bus driver at the end of the route, making sure every sperm exited the vehicle safely.

I eventually withdrew myself, letting out another exhale. From her lying position, Belle lifted both her legs up. "Hold my feet high, please?" she asked.

I stood on the bed and quickly made sense. She was positioning her body vertically, trying to get my cum to flow down into her cervix. Would this actually work? I guess it wouldn't hurt. A minute later, she said I was good to drop her feet.

"Cool," she said.

"I know I sound like a broken record, but I hope this is the one," I said.

"Me too," she said sincerely. "I'm sure you're annoyed with me by now."

Annoyed was a word I'd never use to describe sex with my sister-in-law. As much pressure as I put on myself to impregnate her, I did enjoy the actual act. Fucking her tight pussy. Squeezing her breasts. Smelling her scent when she sweated. Most importantly, I was mature enough not to fall into any romantic trappings that'd jeopardize our family. I genuinely loved her like a sister. In the bedroom, I enjoyed her body like a hobby.

Belle gave me a brief hug. "Artie and I will update you in the group chat. Thanks, Bro."

***

Weeks later, I got the text in our three-person group chat. Usually, it was my sister-in-law who'd be the one to reach out, asking me what days I could be free during her next window. It was her polite way of saying she hadn't conceived.

This time, when I looked at my phone, I realized it was my brother who'd sent the message: "Free for dinner at the house tonight? Belle's cooking. =)"

His interesting choice of words got me excited. I immediately fired off my response: "I'll be there!"

Come dinner time, I was staring at delicious sirloin strips and grilled asparagus in the center of their dining table. The dishes sat alongside a vase filled with a fresh bouquet I'd brought. I hoped the flowers would accompany the potentially good news. Naturally, I'd wanted to ask them the moment I'd set foot inside their house. But I held my tongue, knowing it wasn't my news to share. They deserved to tell me in their own words.

Throughout dinner, I wondered when they'd reveal that Belle's cooking referred to the embryo in her womb. It was when I saw them glance at each other, followed by a head nod from my brother, that I sat up straighter in my seat. Artie took a hearty sip from his wine glass, then turned to me.

"Frank, y'know, sometimes in business, I get a random hunch on how to handle things. Most times, I follow the hunch. And most times, it works..."

I slowed down my food chewing, awaiting the announcement.

"Well, I've got another hunch," he said. "Hear me out: I want to try something different. To try and switch things up."

Hm, what did that mean? I looked at Belle. Her courteous, closed smile didn't look like someone brimming with life-changing news.

Artie continued, "I've booked a six-day trip to Alpine Vale—for you and Belle. It'll cover her next window a few weeks from now. I think a change in setting might be the difference maker this time. There'd be no distractions there. It'd just be you guys and nature."

I took a beat, trying to process the inference. So I guess she really wasn't pregnant yet? My heart sank with disappointment, knowing I'd failed once again. I did my best to keep my emotions intact, trying to pivot my brain to absorb my brother's new idea.

"Alpine Vale?" I asked. "As in that snow resort town? Um, wouldn't we have to fly there?"

"It'd be a short flight, and I've already taken care of the logistics," Artie said. "And hey, I know Christmas would follow soon after, but hopefully the timing of this works for you?"

I thought about my upcoming workload in December. Realistically, I could probably put my on-site jobs on hold during the holiday season without major client blowback.

I turned to Belle. "Um, curious your thoughts on this plan?"

"I'm open to anything that'll work," she said. "Artie's convinced it will. I'm a believer too. I mean, at this point, we're kinda..."

Belle didn't finish her sentence, but it was easy to fill in the blanks: we're kinda desperate here.

I took a breath to load up my courage. "I'll be honest with you guys... I feel like I'd be vacationing with my brother's wife. I don't like the way it looks or feels. It feels wrong."

"I hear you," Artie said. "Maybe think of it more like bonding with a sister."

Belle added, "Yeah, Frank, that's the approach I'm taking. Hanging with the older brother I never had."

"The brother trying to get you pregnant?" I said in jest, but they weren't really laughing.

"I'll be honest, Frank, it's kind of a last gasp," Artie said. "If by the end of the year, it hasn't happened for us in this way, Belle and I are gonna explore other options. We're already looking into IVF clinics."

Belle nodded to confirm his words. I thought back to that first meeting in their kitchen, when they'd asked me for my help, with my brother being nervous and vulnerable, and Belle expressing unease about the in vitro process. I wanted to save her from that stress, if possible.

"Alpine Vale, it is," I said. "Whatever you guys need, I'm here to help."

***

DAY 1 - ALPINE VALE

A few weeks later, Artie had dropped Belle and me off at a private airport, where we boarded a small jet that'd take us to the snowy resort town. I sat in a leather seat across the narrow aisle from Belle. The weather there was going to be cold, so I'd already gone ahead and put on my furry parka and snow boots. Interestingly, Belle wore a simple sweater and sweatpants. I wondered what her wardrobe said about her mindset. Was she winging the whole trip? Braving it with abandon?

I myself was a mixture of emotions. The horndog in me was looking forward to the bedroom sessions. How many times would we have sex on this trip? I assumed once per day, at minimum. The older brother in me, however, knew this trip wasn't just fun and games. There was a goal. And I owed it to myself and my family to take it seriously. To me, that meant no wasted loads; no accidental orgasms in Belle's mouth; no sexy cumshots to the face, no photo-worthy explosions on her tits.

The flight was short and sweet. Belle didn't say one word throughout, which I found odd given her typical warmth toward me. She'd kept quiet in her seat, with her legs crossed and fingers interlocked atop her lap. She hadn't even bothered to entertain herself with electronic devices. She appeared calm on the surface, but I was starting to think she was on edge.

When we landed, I asked her if she was feeling okay, and she curtly dismissed any notion that she wasn't fine. Her tone had me nervous about whether I'd already done something wrong. Whatever her reasons, I told myself I'd do my best to support her on this trip—be the best brother-in-law I could be.

I drove us in a rental car from the airport, weaving slowly up winding mountain roads until we reached our accommodations. I pulled into a long driveway leading up to a humongous two-story cabin; its impressive facade screamed luxury rental. Snow blanketed the roof and surrounding yard.

"Wow, hell of a cabin," I said, putting the car in park.

"It's not a cabin, dummy," she said with bite. "It's a chalet."

"Uh... okay. What's the difference?"

"The roof slopes more with a chalet. Bigger overhang. You're a general contractor. Shouldn't you know the difference?"

"Well," I said, "winter architecture isn't really my specialty."

"Clearly."

I chuckled at her feistiness. "Woke up on the wrong side today?"

I saw Belle look out the window, so I looked too. It started snowing.

"Shame," I said. "A 'chalet' this nice? Would've been ideal if it had a garage to park in. We'll have to endure a bit of cold and stairs to get to the entrance. Do you wanna wear my parka?"

"Nope! Sounds like you need it more." She tersely left the passenger side.

I waited a second, then exited the front seat, shaking off her attitude. When I reached the trunk, I noticed that Belle already had her duffel bag in hand and was walking toward the stairs leading up to the front door.

I pulled out my own bag. When I closed the trunk door, I felt a sudden whump hit my face, making me whip my neck back. Ice particles lingered on my skin. It took me a second to realize what she'd done.

"Belle... Did you just throw a snowball at me? That was straight in my face."

She didn't respond. She just smirked like a thief at the crime scene, staring down the knowing cop.

I reached down and balled up a snowball of my own. She started cackling as she ran up the entry stairs, using her duffel bag as a shield. I flung the snowball at her but missed entirely.

I lugged my bag with me up the entry, wondering why Belle was acting so weird. Maybe the weather was rewiring her brain to act as coldly as the temperature.

I met her inside the chalet. When I entered the living room, I saw her standing next to the fireplace. Once she saw me, she began pulling her sweater up and over her body, revealing her bra. She tossed her sweater aside, then began pulling down her sweatpants, exposing her thong.

Belle noted my gaze. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Uhh, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Changing clothes."

"In the living room?"

"Do you have an issue with that?" she asked.

I squinted in response. "Belle, what the heck? What's with the attitude?"

"Are you annoyed?"

"Yeah, kinda!" I said.

"Good. Do something about it..."

I stared at her posture. She was standing with her weight on one hip, her hands demurely behind her back. Her lingerie was glacial blue, its lace like snowflake crystals. I honed in on her bra cups; her nipples were poking through. Was she cold or aroused? Probably both.

I was piecing together what her "acting out" was all about. She'd been trying to wind me up. Why? I had no clue, and I wasn't going to psychoanalyze her in this moment. If she wanted me to fight fire with fire, I'd gladly take out my matchbook. My hand gravitated to my crotch, palm over bulge to transfer heat.

"Get yourself ready," she said. "I'm finding the bedroom." Belle strutted slowly toward the staircase, her ass swaying in rhythm.

"No!" I said, which got her to turn around.

She looked shocked by my response. "Excuse me?"

I walked over to meet her. "Sit on the stairs," I ordered.

Intrigue colored her cheeks as she sat on the third step, leaning back with her legs spread. Her fingertip traced the crease in her thong that outlined her lips, inviting me to pounce. I shook my head to tell her: no, you're not getting my cock yet. I chucked my parka aside, then stood on the second step in a wide stance, angling my crotch toward her face.

"If you want it, you're gonna have to work for it," I said.

She leaned forward and got the message. Belle pulled down my fleece-lined pants, exposing my erection. She looked up at me, and I gave her a look to suck it good or else.

Belle held my shaft and took my tip into her mouth. I exhaled a quiet breath, trying to keep my composure. It was easier said than done whenever her tongue swarmed my crown.

I took charge and gripped the back of her head. I began pulling her mouth deeper, thrusting my hips in tandem. Her throat started to make squishy noises. She gagged and coughed on my cock.

I pulled out to give her a breather. "You okay?"

"Shut up, let's fuck," she said, eyes ablaze.

I knelt on the steps as she pulled her blue thong off, leaving the garment dangling on her ankle. I grabbed my cock and shoved it past her slit. It was instant euphoria. Her pussy was a furnace that warmed my entire body.

I pumped Belle hard in a frenzy, not letting up. She dug her arch into the baluster of the staircase, bracing herself as I jackhammered. Belle moaned and held my neck with one hand. My eyes focused on her breasts in her lacy bra.

"Go on, rip it!" she said.

I clawed the cups of her bra, then split the bridge with force. Her breasts spilled out in their glorious beauty. I used them as handwarmers while I fucked her pussy.

The pleasure was too much. I gave her a final thrust, firing my swimmers at will. Belle held me close as I pulsed repeatedly in endless waves. When I finished, she and I were trading heavy exhales. Both of us took our time, basking in the afterglow of our session.

I eventually rolled off her body to sit beside her on the stairs. Belle brought her hand to her pussy, keeping it covered, not wanting anything to spill out.

"Wow..." she said in amazement, staring down at her slit.

I was still catching my breath. "Belle... I'm kinda speechless... We've never—"

"Had sex like that? Yeah. I know." Belle turned to face me. "I'm sorry I was mean, Frank. I already felt bad on the plane, knowing I was gonna be a bitch to you."

"What was the point?" I asked.

"Trying something different. I was trying to wind you up. Maybe I went overboard."

I chuckled. "We've never been like that to each other. Not really our dynamic."

"Did you enjoy the session, at least? It was pretty hot."

"Honestly, it reminded me of when my ex-wife and I fought and had angry sex. It felt great in the moment, but then we went right back to being hateful."

Belle let out a fake vomit sound. "Gross! Okay, we're not doing that again then."

We both laughed. I stood up, then gave her my hand to help her off the stairs.

***

Come dinner time, I drove us to a bistro in town that had nice views of the snowy mountain range. We lucked out and got seated by a window in a packed restaurant. Being seated at a prime table felt like a good omen, especially now that my sister-in-law and I were back to our normal rapport. We put in our orders, and the food came out ten minutes later.

I swirled my pasta with my fork. "So what's our plan?"

"What do you mean?" Belle asked.

"For this trip. The sessions. Like, do you have a schedule for us? Specific times of day? Should we be hitting a quota?"

Belle giggled. "You know what's funny? Usually, I'm all about itineraries. But this time, I'm feeling like we should play it by ear—act when the moment calls for it. We've been planning our sessions most of the year. Let's shake it up, Frank."

"Try something different," I said, parroting the theme she seemed to be espousing lately.

She high-fived me amusedly. "And, y'know, the sessions don't have to be the sole focus. We can still hang out and enjoy the town."

I looked out from our window at the slopes. "When's the last time you've snowboarded?"

"Never, actually," she said. "I'd be excited to try it, though. Is it hard?"

"I can teach you. We can go tomorrow."

Belle smiled. As she enjoyed her trout almondine, a hint of curiosity filled her eyes. "Hey, you ever teach Artie anything growing up?" she asked.

"You name it," I said.

"Big brother lessons," she said playfully, "do share."

"As kids, our parents never really signed us up for stuff, which meant we stayed in the house a ton. I taught Artie how to play poker, blackjack, all sorts of card games. We played them a lot with our older sister."

"Who won the most between you, him, and Annette?"

"I mean, I don't want to brag..."

Belle laughed. "Tell me another story."

"When Artie was in high school, I remember giving him tips for his first date. My brother was so nervous. I let him borrow my 20-dollar cologne. I even drove him to the restaurant. He didn't give me the play-by-play after I picked him up. Just a smooth high-five that told me it went well. I caught the hickey on his neck."

"Cute," Belle said, smiling from ear to ear. "You guys never fought?"

"Not really," I said. "You know how our parents are—how strict they were. Along with our sister, the three of us were like peas in a pod. Annette, me, and Artie were stronger together than apart. We took care of each other. We still do."

"I sense that," she said. "You're like that with me too, y'know. Protective."

"Of course," I said warmly. "Blood or not, you're my sister too, Belly."

***

After dinner, Belle and I returned to the chalet. To wind down for the night, we watched a show on the big living room TV. We sat on the same couch, a seat's worth of space between us. To any bystander, we looked like real siblings, innocently watching television. One would've never guessed that, hours earlier, we'd had fiery sex on the staircase fifteen feet away.

After the movie ended, Belle's long yawn got me to yawn too. She asked me if I wanted to stay in her room with her. She hadn't asked seductively, but more as a courtesy. Or maybe a convenience? The offer was kind and secretly arousing, but I told her I preferred to take one of the smaller rooms, knowing my snoring could be a real nuisance. She chuckled and agreed with my decision.

I washed up in the hallway bathroom. On my walk back to my room, I passed by Belle's master. The door was slightly open. I heard her voice:

"Yeah, babe... Dinner was good... Trout almondine... Ooh, remind me to ask about your first date next time... Yeah, he's gonna teach me how to snowboard tomorrow. I'm excited... Okay, next vacation, you and me, I'm planning it... Anywhere you wanna go... Sure, Aspen's good. Or maybe somewhere in Utah. Park City?... Alright, yup, same here." She yawned loudly. "Goodnight, sleepyhead... I love you too."

I left her doorside and continued walking toward my room. Hearing Belle and my brother's phone call, if only her side of it, was like a glass of warm milk before bed. It was a strong reminder that they were devoted to each other throughout this unique endeavor. That familiar sense of responsibility gurgled up in me again. This time, instead of stressing over it, I encouraged myself to get the job done and complete the mission. I looked forward to tomorrow.

***

DAY 2 - SNOWBOARDING LESSONS

The next day, I drove me and Belle to the base lodge, where a trip to Alpine Vale wouldn't have been complete without sampling the slopes. I looked forward to teaching her how to snowboard. Best case, the fun activity would help boost our camaraderie, boosting our baby-making odds along with it.

Belle wore a white ski jacket alongside white shell pants. Along with her white helmet and goggles, I teased her about blending in with the snow and getting lost in it, never to be found again. She promptly teased back and said my orange jacket made me look like a traffic cone. A bit of light banter was a fun way to start our day.

She pointed up at the aerial tramway. "Where do we go to ride that?"

"We don't," I said. "The tram takes folks to steeper runs. You gotta start here on the bunny slopes."

"That's no fun," she said with a playful pout. "I'd like to ride it at some point."

"Let's see how you do here first."

I began our lessons on a flat area, showing Belle how to find her balance on the board. I taught her how to fall safely to avoid injury, as well as how to use her heel to slow down and stop. To her credit, she picked up the tutelage pretty fast.

When I felt she was ready, we did a mild run on the bunny slopes. She cutely had me face her and hold her gloved hands as we slid down together, as if I were her training wheels.

"I'm doing it, Frank!" she said, our speed picking up a tad.

"Okay Belly, we're coming toward the bottom. Try to use your heel side to slow down, then come to a stop. I'm gonna let go of your hands."

I detached and spun to a stop to watch her. Belle angled her heel, and she began swerving to one side, not quite coming to a stop. In my periphery, I saw motion and heard the slicing of snow that may as well have been a siren.

Another snowboarder was speeding down. He clipped Belle on his path and roughly pushed her face-first into the snow.

Alarmed, I swiftly slid down to meet her, dropping to my knees. "Belle, are you alright?!"

She looked at me through her tinted goggles. "Sorry, did I hit someone?"

"No, it's not your fault. Some asshole hit you! You good?" I helped her up, glad that she seemed to be all in one piece.

Snowboards tucked under our arms, we walked the short distance to the bottom of the slope. To my surprise, the guilty asshole was there in plain sight. He was casually chatting with a female companion who looked like she'd indulged in too much lip filler. The guy didn't have a mask or goggles on; his eyebrow-adjacent tattoo looked as tacky as the cartoony flames on his jacket.

I confronted the guy. "Hey! You realize you just shoved someone on the slopes? What the fuck, man!"

"Not my fault. She drifted into my path," he said nonchalantly.

"She's a beginner. And it's the fucking bunny slopes. Why were you going that fast?"

The guy scoffed. "Whatever, bro. Teach your lady how to board properly."

"First off, she's my sister. Secondly—"

"Buddy, I don't care if she's your neighbor's third cousin. She's clearly okay. Get over it and get on with your day."

This face-tat fucker wrapped his arm around his woman, who looked oddly turned on by the tense exchange. She was weirdly licking her oversized lips. It pissed me off even more.

"Listen, buddy," I said. "If you wanna take the gloves off, we can go right here."

"Don't be a stranger then," he said threateningly. "Take off your goggles and helmet. Let's go."

Belle wrapped her arm around my elbow, getting me to face her. I could faintly see her eyes through the heavy tint of her goggles, but I knew they were warning me that provoking this asshole wasn't the solution.

Arm in arm, Belle began guiding us in the opposite direction, back toward the base lodge.

The guy shouted, "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought!"

I tightened my fist in my right glove, wishing the fucker had given me a stronger reason to swing.

"Not worth it, Frank," Belle whispered. "Come on, let's go back to the chalet."

***

Her palms were pressed into the fogged glass. Mine gripped her hips from behind. Moans filled the shower stall as steamy ribbons of water splashed our lower limbs. The slick heat inside my sister-in-law's pussy warmed my stiff cock sawing in and out. We'd been at it for however long, bypassing any use of shampoo or body wash.

On the drive back,  she'd rubbed my bulge silently from the passenger seat, probably her way of distracting me from that hostile encounter. It worked. When we arrived at the chalet, she led me by the hand. She didn't say a word along the way. Didn't need to. Her oral foreplay in the bathroom was quick. By the time she cranked the hot water, I was ready to go.

"Fuck yes, Frank." She bumped her rear against my crotch, meeting my thrusts with equal force.

I edged our bodies forward, smushing her breasts against the glass as I curled jabs into her pussy. She withstood my force with forearms pressed into the fogged surface.

"God, you feel good," she moaned. "Are you close?"

She didn't wait for me to answer, as if she already knew. Belle flicked off the water and grabbed my cock like it was a leash, steering us out of the stall. There were towels spread out on the bathroom tile, and it dawned on me why she'd arranged them like that beforehand.

Belle dropped to the floor in missionary, guiding me back inside her. I rested my weight atop her body as she wrapped her arms around my slippery back. My hips continued where they left off, pummeling my sister-in-law's pussy until I reached a fever point.

I came vigorously inside her, groaning aloud with every surge. Belle tightened her hug, crossing her legs over my ass cheeks, tilting our angle so that my cum flowed downward. We stayed still for a minute.

After I pulled out, I sat back on the bathroom tile. She tossed me a towel to dry off.

"Got all that testosterone out?" she asked.

"Come again?"

She smiled. "I'd rather you pound my pussy than a stranger's face."

I chuckled and took a beat. "Y'know, it wasn't right what he did. I was just looking out for you."

"I know. I love you for it. Thanks, Bro." Belle stood up. "Let's do a grocery store run. I'll cook us dinner."

***

The grocery store was a nice, relaxing way for me and Belle to recharge our batteries. We browsed the aisles together. She added dinner ingredients and other homely essentials like eggs and fruit. She warmly encouraged me to add whatever I wanted to our cart.

I left Belle's side to peruse the selection of tortilla chips and various dips. She went further up the same aisle to scan the trail mix options.

"Yo man," a voice said from behind me.

I turned around, and the first thing I noticed was the dude's eyebrow-adjacent tattoo. I clenched my right fist on instinct, thinking what the fuck the odds were I'd run into this guy again.

"How's your night going?" he said in a friendly tone. "I'm Chad."

I gave it a second, realizing the guy wasn't looking to pick a fight. Did he not recognize me? I thought back to hours ago, and I guess I'd had my snowboarding helmet and goggles on. Same with Belle, with her hair also tucked under her thick jacket collar. We now had on different clothes.

"Uh, what's up?" I said.

He pointed. "I'd go with that bag of Tostitos. The scoops are clutch with any dip."

"Sure. Thanks."

"Hey, listen, up the aisle there... Is that your lady?" he asked.

I was about to say she was my sister, like I had earlier, but I didn't want to trigger a familiar memory for the guy.

"She's my college friend," I said.

"You guys aren't together?"

"Nah. She's single," I lied.

"Cool, well, I'm visiting Alpine Vale with my lady. I wanted to see if you two'd be interested in swinging by our rental. It's a nice cabin, and we got a cozy hot tub. My girl's over in the alcohol aisle. We're bringing back drinks. Could be fun to have some company to share them with."

I followed the guy's eyes, then mentally rolled my own. His eyeline had locked onto Belle in a manner that could only mean one thing. Without her thick outerwear on, the shape of my sister-in-law's body was on display for this Chad fucker to feast on.

I glanced at the guy's hand basket. In it, there was a packet of condoms that stood out amongst other items. It looked like he had steamy plans with Ms. Lip Filler. And it was clear he wanted to add Belle to his itinerary. Yeah, fuck no. Not in this world.

"Chad, is it? Sorry, man. My friend and I have plans tonight."

"Oh," he said. "What about tomorrow night? Will you two still be in town?"

Jeez, this dipshit was persistent. I smiled inside, seeing how desperate he sounded. It felt great to have an access he wanted in on.

"Nah, we're not interested," I said. "Take care, Chad."

He took one last look at Belle, then grimaced in quiet defeat. "Alright, yeah, you have a good one," he said.

I reunited with Belle further up the aisle. I placed a bag of Tostito scoops and a red salsa dip into our cart. She smiled kindly at me, having no clue who I'd just had a conversation with. Ten minutes later, we headed for the checkout aisle and paid for our haul.

As we rolled our cart through the parking lot, I saw Chad standing next to Ms. Lip Filler in front of their obnoxious, heavy-duty truck, which had all its doors open. Chad was kicking its tires in frustration, talking on the phone with whom I could only assume was a tow truck company.

If we were in a deadly blizzard right now, I'd consider offering him and his missus a ride back to their cabin. Otherwise, well... Karma's a bitch.

***

DAY 3 - HOT SPRINGS

Last night, Belle had prepared us a homemade dinner, a tasty chicken stir-fry with pan-fried noodles. This morning, I decided to repay the act by surprising her with breakfast-in-bed. I woke up extra early to whip something up within my culinary wheelhouse.

I walked into her room, holding a tray of scrambled eggs, a buttered English muffin, slices of apple, and a mug of coffee. "Rise and shine!" I shouted.

She hummed herself awake with outstretched arms. When she noticed the tray of food, her eyes lit up. "What's this?"

"You cooked for me, I cooked for you." I dropped the bed tray beside her as she sat up in bed.

"Thanks, Frank. This looks great." She sipped the coffee and crunched into an apple slice.

"Anything fun on our agenda today?" I asked. "Aside from the obvious."

"I was getting ads on my phone last night. There's this hot springs place up the highway. I think it could be fun to check out."

"Cool, I'm in. Glad I brought some swim trunks. You brought a bikini?"

Belle gave me a look that said, really?

"Right, of course you did," I said, chuckling. "My sister-in-law never comes unprepared."

I glanced at her body in her cotton nightgown and began imagining her curves filling up skimpy bikini cups, her pert ass cheeks squeezing a thong line.

"Did you eat breakfast already?" Belle asked.

"Not yet."

Belle took a measured second, biting into a new apple slice, never taking her eyes off mine. She maneuvered her legs from underneath the comforter and rested them atop the bedding.

"Are you hungry?" she asked. Belle slowly spread her legs with bent knees, her soles planted on the sheets; she seductively lifted the hem of her short cotton nightgown. She wasn't wearing underwear...

I stared at her delicious slit, my tongue salivating for a meal. "Yeah, I can eat..."

She gave me a head nod, and I crawled on the bed and nestled my face between her thighs. She used the pads of two fingers to spread her labia as my tongue made contact.

I lapped my sister-in-law's pussy with glee. She tasted sweet like strawberries and cream. Her scent was enchanting, luring me into a daze. When I occasionally looked at her, she was either sipping her coffee or biting into her fruit. The casual way she was eating while I ate her out turned me on like crazy, getting me stiff in my boxers.

I sat up on my knees and pulled my boxers down. "Too early for us to start?" I asked, holding my ready cock.

Belle didn't answer me at first. She calmly took the coffee mug from the bed tray, took a sip, then transferred it to the nightstand. It took me a second to realize she was being proactive, aiming to avoid spillage from bed quakes.

She then placed two pillows beneath her pelvis to angle herself. "Yeah, Frank," she said warmly. "Come fuck me."

I smiled as I eased into her in missionary. I started slow, fucking her gently. She felt incredible, no matter what time of day. Belle pulled down the hem of her bust, freeing her tits. I sucked them into my mouth, enjoying a new serving of breakfast.

We were minutes in, and I'd been steadily pumping when I felt her pull on my jaw. She wanted a kiss. Kisses weren't something we'd been against in past sessions. Often, it helped me get over the edge and ejaculate faster when time was a constraint. I just felt icky this morning, though, having not brushed my teeth yet.

I resisted her kiss request. "Belle, I've got morning breath."

"So do I, Frank. Who cares?"

Fuck it. She was right. We were two in-laws entwined in morning sex, having fun while trying to make a baby. Bad breath was a dumb thing to get hung up on.

I gave her my lips, and she reeled in my tongue. We made out while I continued stroking her. Sure enough, the tongue-on-tongue tickling pushed me over the edge. I came inside Belle.

We stayed still in our angled missionary position. Belle reached for her coffee mug on the nightstand. She brought it to my mouth, and I took a mini sip.

"You brew a good cup," she said.

"Thanks. I try," I said, chuckling.

She reached for an apple slice from her bed tray and wedged it between my teeth. "Okay, eat up for real. Then we'll check out those hot springs."

***

At Blue Cherry Hot Springs, Belle and I surveyed the outdoor scene. A steamy mist hovered over the collection of pools. The facility itself was tucked in a snowy canyon, encircled by tall evergreens. We must've arrived at a good time in the late morning. There weren't many folks around.

"Pretty scenic," she said, standing in her powder blue bikini.

I was shirtless in swim trunks. "This place is cool. Good call, Belly. By the way, your nips are poking. Must be cold?" I said, pointing close to her chest.

When she looked down, I flicked my finger up to give her nostril the classic finger tap that said gotcha! Belle looked surprised I'd done that.

I smiled. "That's for the snowball-to-the-face on the first day."

She smiled too, then wrapped her arm inside mine. "Come on, silly. Let's find a pool."

We waded into a smaller pool that featured a sign showing the temperature level. Belle told me she'd done a little research, and that a milder temp was more ideal for anyone trying to get pregnant. She also cautioned that we probably shouldn't wade too long, just in case it affected fertility. As always, I admired her preparedness.

Belle and I relaxed in the massaging water, resting our arms over the stone coping, enjoying the natural scenery in silence. What I liked about our relationship was that at one moment, we could be in the throes of a sizzling session in bed. The next moment, we could innocently be enjoying each other's company like family.

An elderly couple approached our pool. "Mind if we join you?" a gray-haired woman asked.

"Please," I said kindly, and they gingerly waded in.

"Vacation before Christmas, you folks too?" the older gentleman asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said, smiling politely.

"My wife and I here," he said, "we're hosting our kids and grandchildren next week. It'll be a handful. We needed a pre-vacation. Do you two have children?"

"Actually, Frank here is my brother," Belle said. "He's got two adult kids."

"Lovely. What are their names?" the woman asked me.

"Colin and Roux," I said proudly. "The boy's still living with me, still figuring his life out. My daughter's the opposite. She's in New York, doing advertising in Manhattan. Wish she'd call me more, but what can you do, y'know?"

"Heh, kinda like our kids," the woman said. "We love 'em all the same, don't we?"

"I'll toast to that," I said, smiling.

The man looked at Belle. "How about you, young lady? Do you see little ones in your future?"

Belle took a beat. "Yes, hopefully one day. My husband and I, um, we're actually trying at the moment."

"I say take your time," the man replied. "Enjoy your youth while you've got it. Because when the kids come, life changes. Won't ever be the same."

The elderly woman turned to Belle. "Sweetie, don't listen to my jaded husband. When it happens for you, you won't regret a thing. Your life will change, yes. You'll be tired, sleepless, sure. But you'll feel full in the best way. There's no other feeling like it. Best wishes to you and your husband."

I glanced at Belle and could sense the wistful yearning behind her courteous smile. It was a swift reminder of my role in all this. I gazed at the stand of evergreens, gathering my resolve.

***

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. The motion of Belle's hips had been going steady for minutes. We'd returned to the chalet and were naked inside my guest room. She was riding me in cowgirl, one hand combing her long hair back, making sure it didn't tickle her face.

When we'd started, I'd offered to do the work, give it to her in doggy or our typical missionary, but Belle wanted to take charge, perhaps wield some control for a change. I think she was likewise motivated by the elderly couple we'd spoken to.

I wondered if Belle was even enjoying our session, or if she was just desperate for my sperm. When I looked up, her half-lidded eyes and parted lips told me she was savoring the lust just fine. When she used her fingertips to rub small circles on my nipples, I knew she was making sure I was enjoying myself too. Always considerate, my sister-in-law.

My phone suddenly vibrated. I ignored it, but I noticed Belle was fixed on its screen.

"It's your daughter," Belle said.

"We can let it go to voicemail."

"Are you sure?" Belle said. "You said Roux never calls you. We can pause for a minute, it's okay."

I preferred not to lose the warmth of Belle's pussy on my cock, but she did have a point. My daughter rarely called unless it was an emergency. My parental fear flared up, hoping Roux wasn't in some dire situation.

"Okay," I said to Belle. "Maybe just gimme a handjob to keep me hard? Massage my balls too?"

"I can do that, sure," Belle said, lifting her pussy off my lap.

I grabbed my phone and realized it wasn't an incoming audio call. It was a FaceTime video call, and I was currently shirtless, my complexion red and ruddy. Fuck it, I'll improvise, I told myself. I sat up in bed and answered the video call, aiming my front-facing camera to frame me from the neck up.

"Hi Dad," Roux said. "Ew, are you naked in bed?"

"I'm just resting, kiddo," I said, briefly glancing at Belle.

"Are you with someone? I thought you and Iris had broken up."

"We did."

"Then who'd you just look at?" my daughter asked.

I heard Belle stifle a laugh, which made me panic. Belle rubbed my thigh to apologize for the noise, then continued stroking my cock and playing with my balls. I tried to focus on the call.

"Enough about me," I said. "Anyway, nice to hear from my only daughter for once. What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Work's been a killer, so I'm taking an extended vacation. And with Christmas around the corner, I found an earlier, cheaper flight home. Would you be able to pick me up tomorrow from the airport?"

"Tomorrow?!"

"Yes, dearest father," she said with sass. "Tomorrow, aka the day after today."

I scrambled for words. "Well, Roux, obviously I'd love to pick you up. But the thing is... I'm not home."

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere," I said.

"Somewhere where?"

"On a trip, kiddo. That's all you gotta know." Jesus, why'd I suck so much at improvising?

"You're being so cagey, Dad. You're obviously with someone right now. It's okay to have a sex life, y'know. You're a grown man. I don't judge."

Yeah kiddo, if you only knew that I was with your aunt, and knew the things we'd been doing? I think you'd be drowning in judgment.

"Anyway," I said, trying to pivot smoothly. "Did you already ask your mother if she could get you?"

"Mom's on a trip with her boyfriend. You really can't pick me up tomorrow? The Uber fare's gonna cost me a limb."

"I hear you, but—" I froze when a new banner text notification arrived at the top of my phone. It was from Belle, saying: Ask Colin to do it.

I glanced beyond my phone at Belle and subtly shook my head, gesturing that there'd be no way my son would pick up his sister. My kids fought their entire lives. To Colin, picking up Roux would be like a punishment. I could force him to do it, but he'd likely take it out on his big sister, which meant more drama for me to come home to.

Roux chimed in, "Dad, hellooo? You there?"

"Yeah, kiddo. Hold on a sec." I stalled for time, dwelling on Belle's idea. Maybe it was worth a Hail Mary. On my phone screen, I called my son to add him to the video call.

"Sup, Dad," Colin said. He was in his room staring off-screen, a PlayStation controller in his hand, probably playing that Call of Duty shooter game.

"Col, we've got your sister on the call too."

"Hey idiot," they said to each other simultaneously.

"Your sister's flying in tomorrow," I said. "Can you pick her up from the airport?"

"Sure," he said so easily.

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah, no prob," he said.

"Thanks idiot," Roux said. "I'll buy you a burger."

"Cool, thanks idiot," Colin said. "Alright, can I go now? I'm deep in this COD sesh."

"Love you, kiddos. Bye," I said, hanging up the call.

I set my phone down, then looked at my sister-in-law. She was sitting innocently next to me, her hands returning to my cock and sack.

"Well, that was easier than expected," I said. "Your idea worked. Thanks, Belly."

"Anytime," she said, smiling as her hand grip tightened. "So, where were we?"

We continued our sex session, with me on top. As I stroked her pussy, I thought about how I'd been spending months trying to give Belle a kid, while there she was, in a matter of seconds, having solved an issue with my own kids. I was thankful to have Belle as my family. I came inside her with love and gratitude.

***

DAYS 4 & 5 - ADVENTURES IN ROUTINE

The next day, we decided to give snowboarding another go. Dressed in our active outerwear, we returned to the bunny slopes, where Belle demonstrated that she hadn't forgotten what I taught her. We did a handful of runs that were worry-free, with no face-tatted douchebags to contend with.

Afterward, we wanted to enjoy the après-ski scene on site. We took the aerial tram up to the top, which had Belle giddy like a tourist. She took multiple photos on her phone of the views along the way. She even had me pose for a selfie of the two of us in the tram car, with the snowy vista in the background.

We patronized the elegant restaurant at the mountaintop. To start, we ordered mocktails. Over the past several months, we'd both avoided alcohol as another precaution. Belle had felt bad that I had to give up my favorite amber ale, amongst other drinks, but she'd made it up to me with extra blowjobs here and there.

After beverages, I was ready to order more mocktails, but Belle was staring at something on her phone. She informed me that there was a new bunny slope that'd just been graded, just on the opposite side of the mountain. She wanted to try it, and it was only a short walk away. I said okay and paid for our drinks, and we both left the table.

I carried both our snowboards in hand as she carried our helmets. I followed Belle as she traversed the snowy grounds beyond the restaurant. The more we walked, the more I got confused. All I saw were tall evergreens.

"Where exactly is this new bunny slope?" I asked, seeing no one around us.

Belle steered us behind a tree. She tossed our helmets to the snow, then dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my waistband.

I smirked. "There's no bunny slope, is there?"

She smirked back. "Drop the snowboards, Frank."

Belle pulled my pants just enough to expose my cock. She enveloped it quickly, not letting the cold get to me. Her mouth was warm and toasty. The way she gobbled me up got me erect in no time.

I got her to stand, and she quickly pulled her pants down to her thighs. She planted gloved palms on the tree trunk and pushed her ass out for me. I pierced her pussy from behind, and the heat inside was like hovering over the radiator on a winter morning.

I pounded her with urgency, roughly clapping her cheeks. Our outdoor setting motivated me to fuck her fast in case we got discovered. It didn't take me long. I splashed her walls with my creamy cum. If a sister-in-law moans on a mountaintop and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound? In my book, as long as it results in a pregnancy, then that's all that mattered.

Belle pulled up her pants and gave me a high-five. "Good job, Bro. That was filling. Let's go back to the restaurant. I'll get us more mocktails."

***

The following day, Belle wanted to hit up a local gym to get a typical workout in. Considering we'd just gone snowboarding yesterday, I was surprised she wanted to exert herself again. Then again, Belle was the type of person who regularly worked out and stayed in shape. I was happy to oblige.

We drove out to Alpine Vale's premier standalone gym. We purchased day passes, then separated so we could do our respective workouts. I kept a general eye on her, noticing she did some free weight work, as well as a stint on the StairMaster. I hit the power rack and did some bench press myself.

The perk of working out with Belle was her tasty attire. She'd shed our daily winterwear in favor of dark blue spandex, which showcased her slender curves. To me, she made yoga shorts and a sports bra look just as alluring as lingerie.

Of course, I already knew she rocked an awesome body, but it was interesting to see how other men perceived her. There were a lot of secret glances and double-takes. A few brave souls tried flirting with her. She turned them all down politely, being kind in the face of sweaty testosterone. It made me feel special to know that if I wanted Belle's pussy, she'd freely give it to me. And probably not just because I was her donor, but because she loved me like a brother. It sounded insane to frame it that way, but that's just who we were to each other: loving family.

Belle walked up to me. "K, done with my workout. You?"

"Yup," I said. "Ready to go?"

"Jesus, calm down, Bro."

"What?"

"Your bulge is showing. Excited at the gym?" She pointed down at my crotch.

When I looked down, she whipped her finger up to flick my nose.

"Gotcha!" she said.

I chuckled. "Alright, fair enough."

"No, but really, your bulge is showing." She took a beat. "... Is that my fault?"

"Uh... In a way, yeah. Your blue spandex..."

She simply smiled, and I had a feeling I knew where her expression was leading us...

***

Back at the chalet, I was sitting in a dining chair, shorts pulled down while Belle straddled my lap. Her yoga shorts were hanging off one ankle, her sports bra still on. The bounce of her hips complemented the jiggle of her breasts. She'd been riding my cock with energy to burn.

Hot sex was our post-workout workout, and I wasn't complaining one bit. I dipped my lips to suck on the blue spandex over her nipple. The sweetness of her sweat was delicious, igniting my loins. I pulsed upward to shoot streaks inside her pussy.

Belle remained on my lap as we caught our breath. Her phone vibrated, getting her attention. I glanced at it on the dining table, and it looked like she'd gotten a notification from some app.

"Oh good, that must be the food," she said. "Good session, Frank. Mind getting the door?" She stood up and covered her slit, not letting any cum escape.

Lunchtime followed. We had takeout containers of food in front of us, filled with grilled salmon, rice, and broccoli. Belle had timed a food delivery right when we'd left the gym, knowing it'd arrive after our quickie. We enjoyed our meal, casually chatting about our gym workouts as if we hadn't just had sex on the chair I was sitting on.

***

Later on at night, Belle and I found ourselves in the living room, mindlessly watching TV on the couch. We'd already had dinner, which had been a yummy homemade lasagna we prepared together. With it being far from bedtime, we found ourselves debating whether to go out on our last night in Alpine Vale.

"Hm, looks like there's a cinema here," Belle said, fiddling on her phone. "Do you wanna catch a movie?"

"What's playing?" I asked.

Belle tossed me her phone, which had the available showtimes up. I saw there was an upcoming showing of Diamond Heist 4, which prompted a memory from last month. It was the same movie I'd used as a white lie at the cafe, trying to mislead my son and nephew about my plans that day—the plans being babymaking sex with their aunt.

Personally, I did want to watch Diamond Heist 4 at some point. It featured the actor Brett Booth, whose action movies I was a big fan of. Did I want to see the film here in Alpine Vale, though? Honestly, I would've preferred us seeing it with my brother too. Artie and I had seen the previous installment together. It didn't feel right to watch the new one without him.

"I think I'll pass on a movie," I said. "Maybe we can just stay in. Couch is too comfy."

"Okay," she said agreeably. "TV it is. I actually love this show." Belle tossed a throw blanket over her lap to make herself at home.

I glanced at the silly reality show on the screen. I had no interest in its lowbrow aims, but if Belle liked it, I'd happily tolerate it. We watched the show together, and as the episode progressed, one of the male characters began walking around the beach shirtless, flaunting his biceps. I squinted my eyes, feeling like this topless male bore a striking resemblance to Artie, looks and body-wise, which I thought pretty funny.

When I glanced at Belle to mention the resemblance, I noticed some activity happening under the blanket. Her fingers were secretly at work, stirring the fleece in a quiet rhythm. I chortled at the sight, which got her to look at me.

"Belle," I said. "... Are you playing with yourself?"

She had a glint in her eye, taking her sweet time to respond. "Maybe. Why? Wanna play with it instead?"

I smiled, and Belle went ahead and opened up her throw blanket, inviting me in. The scenario felt straight out of a step-sibling porno, even cheesier than the reality show we had on. It didn't make it any less arousing. Her words had activated my cock, and I wasn't going to turn down the invite. I inched closer on the couch, meeting her on her cushion.

She draped the blanket over both our bodies. Underneath, we reached for each other's laps. My fingers found her clit, and hers found my cock. She stroked, and I strummed. We weren't going at a feverish tempo. Belle had continued watching her show, and I did too. Her lazy handjob felt like luxuriating next to the fireplace. Her touch got me nice and hard.

When the episode ended, Belle didn't say a word. She guided me onto my back along the length of the couch, where she mounted my body to lie atop it, bringing the blanket over us to insulate our heat. I pulled down my shorts while she pulled down her bottoms.

Her hand slid between our bellies until it found my erection. She angled her opening and slid my cock inside. I let out a gentle gasp, feeling her folds slowly swallow my girth. This sensation never got old. My hips began churning, stroking through her slickness. I love how wet she'd gotten for me.

We were locked in a horizontal tango, not wasting oxygen on words. Belle brought her face closer and began kissing my neck, licking the areas so close to my ear that I could hear the swipes of saliva on my skin. I couldn't hold it.

"You're gonna make me come," I said.

"Breed me," she whispered sexily.

I embraced her in our lying position, gripping her shoulder with one hand, palming her ass with the other. I pumped my hips to splash her walls for the second time today. It felt like I came more than I had earlier, which was a pleasant surprise. With it being our last night here, it felt fitting to have done it twice.

We sat up on the couch, shelving our libidos back in our cubbies. I returned to my cushion to give her some breathing room. Meanwhile, she combed her hair with her fingers to cool down. There was a moment of silence, but not the awkward kind. This was just part of our routine—gathering ourselves before returning to stasis. It always tickled me how we could segue to normal conversation after doing it.

"So Belly, what are you and my brother's Christmas plans?" I asked.

"Good question. This year, Artie and I'll be flying to my parents' house. If this trip you and I are on is successful, then—hopefully—I'll be getting a nice present in my womb around that time."

"I'd love that for you guys. Perfect timing."

"Frank, I know I've said thank you a bajillion times, but I really am lucky to have a brother-in-law like you. You've been patient and understanding. Sacrificed a lot over all these months. No matter what happens on this trip... Thank you."

"Of course. And trust me, as 'fun' as this arrangement's been, I mean it when I say it's been an honor. I'm proud to be that older sibling figure for you and Artie. Remember when he said he had a hunch? Well, now I've got one too. This trip will be the difference. It's gonna happen."

***

DAY 6 - MEMBERSHIP

"Come on, Frank," Belle moaned. "You gotta finish."

"I know, I know." I continued pumping Belle on her guest bed, trying to come inside her this morning. She'd wanted me one more time in Alpine Vale, wanting to tally at least one session for every day of our trip.

I was trying my hardest to orgasm, knowing our scheduled flight back home was fast approaching, and that we still needed to pack. Belle had already tried the kissing trick, feeding me tongue to try to get me to come. It felt great, but it hadn't tipped me over. Maybe my cannon was still recovering from yesterday's twofer on the dining chair and the couch.

Another minute of strenuous fucking and I sensed this session might sadly be a lost cause. I slowed my thrusts to a pause. "I'm sorry, Belle. We're gonna have to punt on this one. It's not coming."

"It's okay," she said softly. Belle caressed my arm as she slipped out from under me. "Alrighty, let's pack and get outta here."

Thirty minutes later, my sister-in-law and I were ready to leave the place we'd spent most of the week at. As we packed the car, I glanced up at the chalet for a final time. It was crazy to think this rental would potentially be the place I'd helped conceive a new niece or nephew. I glanced at Belle, and I think she was feeling the same sense of wistfulness. She had me stand next to her as she snapped a selfie of us with the chalet in the background.

***

40,000 feet in the air, we were flying home by private charter. I sat across from Belle, and unlike our previous departure flight, she was much more talkative and sociable. We recapped all the fun activities we'd done on the trip, and not even the sexual ones.

I revealed to Belle that the face-tat guy had come up to me at the grocery store, but hadn't recognized either of us. I told her he was ogling her, trying to invite us back to their cabin, probably wanting a piece of her ass. Belle let out a grossed-out vomit sound, which got me to laugh. I told her I warded him off, and she thanked me for the brotherly protection.

In a moment of quiet, I reminisced about all the spicy moments. We'd had sex every day, trying to maximize her fertile period. Long ago, my doctor had mentioned that daily sex wasn't a necessity, and that it didn't necessarily increase the odds. At the same time, he'd said it couldn't hurt, as long as it didn't cause undue strain. Well, this trip had felt pretty strain-free to me. Frequent sex with my sister-in-law felt more like a bonus than a burden. It was just a shame I couldn't capitalize on this morning's session with a creampie.

Inside the comforts of the plane, Belle had ditched her hefty snow jacket. She sported a tank top, bright red and form-fitting. Whatever bra she was wearing underneath was contouring her busty chest to curvy perfection. Belle also had on white sweatpants that looked loose around her waist; I imagined they'd come down pretty easily if lightly tugged.

"Frank..." She lent me a knowing smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

She didn't elaborate. Just kept grinning at me. "By the way, do you have your membership yet?"

"Membership to what?"

"The Mile High Club," she said so casually, nodding toward the back of the plane. "There's a tiny bedroom in the back. It's private."

I snorted. "Are you being for real?"

"Are you horny?" she asked calmly. "You didn't come this morning. Those balls gotta be some shade of blue."

I laughed, but Belle didn't. She stood up and offered her hand.

I cleared my throat, feeling my cock rapidly swell. "Yeah, I'm not a member yet. You're in the mood, though?"

"Now I am," she said giddily. "Come with me. I'll induct you into the club."

I excitedly took her hand and let her lead the way, staring at her ass sway in those white sweats. We entered the bedroom in the rear, then slid the thin divider door shut. I doubted the lacquered particle board would completely block the sound, but there weren't any attendants on the flight. Just the two pilots in the cockpit. My erection peaked knowing we'd have the freedom to go wild.

Belle sat on the bed while I hastily unzipped. I drooled a line of saliva onto my shaft. She also had the same idea; she spat a glob onto my tip and spread it across my cock head with her thumb.

I stood at the bed edge and arranged her in doggy, pulling down those loose sweatpants of hers with ease. I stretched her thong aside and plugged her pussy. It was so moist and warm. Did taking my airplane virginity get her wetter than a hot spring? I smiled at the thought.

I began pumping, getting Belle to moan her pleasure into the bed sheets. She widened her knees to better serve my angle.

I held her hips and continued thrusting, glancing to either side of me at the plane windows. Glimpsing the clouds while fucking my sister-in-law was a novelty I didn't take for granted. A warm pussy at high elevation felt amazing.

There was a little turbulence that disrupted my rhythm. Belle took the opportunity to flip onto her back, scooting to the center of the bed. She opened her legs and lifted her ass.

"Come up, Frank. Piledrive me."

I mounted the mattress and squatted over Belle. With her ass pointed up, I dipped my cock past her folds at a downward angle. I piledrove her as requested, and we both grunted from the force. I squeezed her thighs harder as I felt the cum gurgle in my loins.

"Gimme it," she ordered.

I held her still as I pushed down deep, raining down my load inside her pussy. The release felt extra stress-relieving. I kept me and Belle frozen in this position, knowing she'd want to take our time so my seed could flow toward her cervix.

After we finished, we tidied ourselves up and left the tiny bedroom. As we reentered the cabin, one of the pilots was exiting the lavatory. He noticed me and Belle coming from the back. We both looked flushed, with the shade of my sister-in-law's face matching the red of her tank top.

Belle returned to her seat, while I felt compelled to meet the co-pilot before he rejoined the cockpit. He awaited my approach, with a glimmer in his eye that told me he knew what Belle and I had done in the bedroom.

"Sorry," I said, "if that was somehow against the rules."

"It's cool, brother. You're flying private. What happens in the air, stays here." He glanced at Belle, then gave me a fist bump. "Mile High Club with her? Good lord. Lucky man."

***

We landed safely at the airport, where my brother was there to pick us up. I liked that the first thing Belle did was run into his arms to kiss him. He did the same. They clearly missed each other. I went ahead and packed all our belongings into the trunk of Artie's red Mercedes.

Belle went ahead and settled in the passenger seat, while my brother met me at the trunk area. He pressed the button that closed the trunk door. For a split second, I feared Artie was about to chew me out for spending the past week porking his wife. But when I looked at him, I remembered that he hadn't treated me like that once throughout this entire process. His expression didn't convey regret or insecurity.

"How'd it go?" Artie asked.

"Pretty good, I think. Missiles were fired. Let's hope one of 'em hits."

"Nice analogy, Bro," he said, laughing.

"How was your week? I wanted to call and check in with you. But Belle told me I shouldn't? Supposedly it was your preference. I didn't know quite how to take it."

"Nothing to it, Frank. Just know that I appreciate everything you've done for us." Artie then stared at his shoes before drawing a deep breath. "I've never told you this, but... I was a wreck when the doctors told me. It was a humbling feeling, coming to terms with the results. I spent a lot of long nights pitying myself. No husband wants to feel like they can't get the job done themself."

I reached out and palmed his shoulder, trying my best to be supportive.

"I want to be like you and Annette..." Artie said.

I tilted my head, confused as to why he was citing our older sister and me.

"I saw how your lives changed," he continued, "when Annette had Ken, and you got Roux and Colin. I wanna feel that feeling too."

"You will," I said with conviction. "I told Belle I've also got a hunch. It's gonna happen soon."

He nodded in solidarity. "Hey, I know this whole thing's been a commitment for you, but I hope you've been getting some joy from it. You know my and Belle's arrangement. She enjoys her time with you, just so you know. We're lucky to have you, Bro."

"Likewise," I said. "And like I told you on your wedding day: I'll always do right by you, Artie. Whatever you need, I got you."

Artie offered a bro handshake, and I returned it firmly with love, embracing his back with my other hand.

"Frank, maybe Belle already told you, but she and I will be flying to her parents' house for Christmas. We should know sometime after. We'll keep you in the loop."

"Sounds good. What are you guys doing now? Can I treat you and Belle to lunch?"

"Thanks, but we're gonna have to pass. Gotta reconnect with her when we get home." He gave me a cheeky smirk.

I smiled. "Do your thing, Bro."

***

A MONTH LATER

Christmas and New Year's came and went. I enjoyed the festive time off with my kids and extended family, but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking about Artie, who was celebrating the holidays with his in-laws across the country. Other than lovingly wishing me happy holidays via text message, my brother and sister-in-law hadn't given me any important status updates.

At this point, they would've known by now. As always, I didn't instigate and inquire, maintaining my mantra that when it came to these matters, they could let me know on their own terms.

I got a text on a January evening. It was from my brother, sent to our three-person group chat: "Free to come over later?"

A wave of deja vu hit me. I immediately responded with a thumbs-up emoji. The timing of Artie's text was interesting. It'd been sent roughly around the time Belle's window would be open, but neither he nor my sister-in-law was reaching out to explicitly schedule a session. I jumped in my Jeep and drove over to their house with a buoyant optimism.

When I arrived, Artie and Belle led me toward their living room. I passed by their long side table that had framed photos arranged in a line; it featured photos of them with either Belle's family or with my brother's and mine. At the end, there was a new frame featuring the selfie photos Belle had taken of us in Alpine Vale. I smiled to myself.

They escorted me to one couch, while they sat together on the one across. I tried reading their faces, but I couldn't get anything. Worst case, our Alpine Vale trip had been a dud. Best case, they were playing the pregnancy reveal nonchalantly to maximize the surprise.

Artie faced me. "I guess I'll just come out and say it," he said. "Belle's not pregnant."

I took several seconds to let his words sink in, making sure my ears had heard what they'd heard. When more silence passed, Belle cleared her throat.

"It's true, Frank," she said calmly.

My brain wasn't computing. I refused to believe it. "Nope, no, nuh-uh," I said. "This is a prank, right? You guys must be messing with me or something. Ha-ha. You can do the reveal now."

Belle shook her head with no semblance of a smile.

"Belle and I, we've found a good clinic," Artie said. "They've done some additional tests on me. Results confirmed my sperm's not gonna work." He took a breath. "Frank, we'd still like you to be the donor. If that's something you're still open to."

"Here," Belle said, "we've compiled some resources." She slid forward a stack of papers atop the coffee table toward me. It had general information for sperm donors.

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't believe all the months of sessions, plus the time and energy we'd spent at Alpine Vale, had all been for nothing. However many stages of grief there were, I felt like I was cycling through them.

"It's my fault," I said. "Doctors said I was healthy. Something's gotta be wrong with me. I fucked it up somehow, I know it!"

"Frank, it's okay," Belle said softly.

"It's not the end of the world," Artie said. "Belle and I have prepped for this. We know what IVF will require. Belle's accepted it. So have I."

"Needles are needles, it's nothing," Belle said, downplaying the process. "Millions of couples have done it. Besides, there are some benefits like genetic screening."

Artie continued, "Frank, as I mentioned, we'd still like you to be the donor, but we know it'll be another commitment on your part. There'll be tests, appointments. Sample taking. Don't feel pressured to say yes. You can think about it. Take as much time as you need."

"I'll do it, whatever it takes," I said, surprised to hear my voice cracking. My eyes felt heavy. I couldn't help getting emotional. I felt like I'd let my family down.

My brother and Belle walked over to my couch and did their best to console me. I appreciated their support, even though it felt ridiculous for me to be the aggrieved party here. I was merely the donor.

I gathered myself and shook off the self-pity. "Please, let me treat you guys to dinner tonight. The least I could do."

They both nodded, obliging me.

***

At a Malaysian restaurant, we got seated fairly quickly, and I put in some orders for appetizers to start. My brother and sister-in-law tried engaging me in conversation, asking about what work projects I had lined up in the new year. I gave perfunctory answers; in truth, my mind was too preoccupied with the IVF process—all the mental and physical tolls awaiting their future.

As our meal neared its end, my brother asked how I'd heard of this restaurant. I perked up and mentioned that I'd taken my kids here the day before Christmas Eve, upon Colin's recommendation. That night, Roux had surprised me by covering the bill, treating the three of us to a nice meal. For dessert, Colin brought us to a bakery that served warm, freshly-baked cookies. He bought us a dozen to share.

"Aww, what a nice present for their dad," Belle said in response.

I replied, "Yeah, I'm one of the blessed ones." It took a delayed second, but I felt weird after having said that to Belle and Artie. I hope I hadn't inadvertently given off a sense of entitlement that I was blessed to be a parent, unlike them.

After I paid for dinner, we left the restaurant, and I began to look both ways before crossing the street, intending to lead us back to where I'd parked.

"Frank," Artie said. "You ever get to see this?"

I turned around to see what he was talking about. My brother was pointing at a worn-down budget movie theater. Its dingy marquee featured block letters for a certain movie: Diamond Heist 4.

"Nope, haven't seen it yet," I said. "Hoped to see it with you, actually."

"Want to watch it? Next showing is now," he said.

"Cool, let's do it," I said.

"B? You interested?" Artie asked.

"Sure, count me in," Belle said.

Artie purchased tickets at the box office, and we walked into a decently packed auditorium. The movie started playing, and for a couple of hours, I was able to put emotions and failures aside for the most part.

When the credits began rolling, I fixated on the film's protagonist. He was challenged with obstacle after obstacle. He suffered multiple bruises, his mind and body pushed to the limit. And yet, when the moment called for it, he saw an opportunity and seized it. He came out on top in the end. Saved the girl. Saved the world. How convenient.

By the time we exited the theater, it was late out. Other businesses had already closed, and the air was chilly. Artie gave Belle his jacket to stay warm in her black mini dress. I braved the elements in my T-shirt, thankful that we at least didn't have to deal with the snowy temps of Alpine Vale anymore.

We crossed the street and began cutting through a public park to get to my Jeep. Artie and Belle held hands as I walked alongside them. Along the way, I noticed an empty playground in the middle of the grassy area. I stared at it and randomly thought of my kids.

With my then-wife at work, I'd taken my kids solo to a park when my youngest was around kindergarten age. They rushed toward the playground, where Colin continually went down the spiral slide; he kept pulling my wrist, trying to get me to accompany him. Roux was addicted to the monkey bars, swinging back and forth with her rubber band arms. She kept on calling my name to get my attention, trying to impress me. I smiled and said she was a rockstar.

Colin tried his turn at the monkey bars too, but fell on his back and hit the sand. He started crying, but I immediately helped him up, encouraging him to try again. When he completed the set, I rewarded him with a double high-five for not giving up. After the park, I took them to Oliver's Diner for ice cream sundaes. I'll never forget the purity of their smiles, the warmth of their tiny hugs as they thanked me for a fun day. They slept peacefully on the drive home while I basked in a sense of accomplishment, feeling like this was what life was all about.

I treasured that priceless moment with my kids. It made being a parent the greatest privilege in the world. Artie and Belle were good people who deserved to feel that same joy, experience it themselves.

"Frank?" Artie said.

I was standing frozen in place, right beside the playground. Artie and Belle were holding hands, blankly staring at me, wondering why I'd stopped walking toward the car. Seize the moment, the voice inside me said.

I slowly turned toward Belle, getting her attention. "It's your window?"

She took a second, looking confused by my question, before nodding yes.

"Trust me?" I asked both of them.

It took a moment, but Artie spoke first. "Of course," he said. "Yes," Belle added.

I walked up to my sister-in-law. I held her free hand and gently tugged her with me. Artie let go of her other hand, but I shook my head, gesturing for him to take hold again. He did so with intrigue on his face, the same look on Belle's. They both blindly followed my lead, without me saying another word.

I guided them through the sandbox. We ascended a mini staircase that had little holes to filter sand. I led them onto a solid bridge in the center of the colorful structure, where perforated panels blocked our lower halves. I gave them a look as I gently cupped my crotch, signaling my intent.

Belle turned to Artie, and three charged seconds of silent deliberation resulted in dual head nods. We all slowly dropped to our knees, obscuring ourselves from any onlookers. I unzipped myself and let it hang loose. Belle kissed my brother first, then inched closer to me. She gently squeezed my balls, then dove low to suck my cock.

I held my sister-in-law's head as she began her blowjob. I glanced at my brother, checking in with him, and his eyes were glued to his wife's ass. He lifted the hem of her mini dress, pulled down her panties, then stuck his fingers in her folds.

Belle moaned on my cock, and the vibration felt exquisite. On we went, and my ears took note of slushy sounds coming from her pussy. My brother must've gotten her soaking wet. I myself was hard and ready. I looked at Artie, and he had Belle's thong in one hand; his other hand gave me the go-ahead to reap the harvest. I tapped Belle's shoulder, and she reacted accordingly.

She rearranged her body to face me, first removing her arms from her jacket sleeves. She laid the jacket beneath her, using it as a cushion to rest her back on. When our eyes met, her gaze let me know that she trusted me.

Her legs slowly swung open. I brought my tip to her entrance, pushing just my head in. The heat was blazing. I slid my length deeper, feeling the tightness of her walls mold to my girth. She felt incredible, as always. I began stroking her pussy. When I glanced at her, she was reaching backward for my brother, trying to work his zipper. Artie unzipped and unleashed his cock, and she reeled it quickly into her mouth.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, which got me to smile, knowing he was getting in on the action.

Artie and I had never been in a threesome, much less one involving his wife. I got more excited and pumped Belle harder, knowing my brother and I were doing this together. He groped Belle's breasts over her dress as I pushed down on the back of her thighs. The pleasure was amplified, heightened by our risky setting, knowing we could be caught at any time.

"Almost," I murmured, sensing my cum bubbling to a boil. Artie withdrew from her mouth and scooted back. I rested my weight atop Belle in missionary, losing my face inside her hair. She wrapped her legs around my body, her arms enveloping my back. I continued pumping, putting my hips into it, inhaling the herbal scent of her conditioner to get me off.

I groaned into her silky strands as my cock flooded her pussy with seed. Thrust after thrust followed, sending fleets of swimmers on their journey. With my chest resting on Belle's, I could feel her heartbeat pounding. She could probably feel mine.

I slowly sat up, and Artie was next to us, stroking himself. I wondered what was going through his head, having watched me inseminate his wife. Whatever he was feeling, I knew it wasn't shock or regret. My brother assertively swung around, and I made space and moved aside.   He took charge and positioned himself between Belle's legs. She warmly welcomed him, holding him close in an embrace as he began making love to her.

The big brother in me peeked over the perforated panels, making sure no one was spying on us. The coast was clear. "You guys are good, keep going," I said.

Artie continued until a fierce grunt accompanied a final thrust. He stayed still in Belle for a good ten seconds. When he withdrew his cock, I saw a dribble of cum spilling from her opening. I acted fast and lifted her sacrum, tilting her body to make sure nothing spilled out. Artie helped me. We had no clue whether the dripping seed was mine or his, but it didn't matter.

After a minute, we all re-zipped and tidied up our clothing in silence. The three of us sat relaxedly on the playground bridge, exchanging glances with one another. It took Belle's smile for the three of us to burst into laughter simultaneously.

It was nuts to think of what we'd just done and where we'd done it.

"I'll drive you guys home now?" I asked.

"Good idea," Artie said, a smile stapled on his face.

"Thanks for dinner, Frank," Belle said. "And dessert too, I guess."

We broke into more laughter.

***

"Bro, check out this press interview Brett Booth did for Diamond Heist 4."

I was sitting at my dining table, enjoying my morning coffee when I saw the text from Artie. He'd sent it directly to me. I clicked on a thumbnail, and a video started playing:

An interviewer was sitting across from the famous actor who'd starred as the film's protagonist. "So Brett, this is the 4th installment in the Diamond Heist franchise. Narratively, the third one ended pretty conclusively. Why do another one?"

"Money!" Brett said. He waved his palm a second later to indicate he was kidding. "No, but to answer your question, part of the reason was my brother, Jackson. He gave me and the producers the central plot idea for the 4th."

"Fascinating," the interviewer said. "If I recall, Jackson had a small supporting role in the first Diamond Heist, playing your sidekick. He didn't show up in 2, 3, or 4, though."

"Right, well, after the first DH, he had trouble booking additional work. It took a toll on him, and it depressed him for a long stretch. I tried to fold Jackson into the sequel, but by then, my brother had fallen out of love with acting. The thing I love about him is that he didn't give up. He found another passion. He's a general contractor now. He builds awesome homes for families."

The video ended. I texted Artie, "That's a fun fact to start the day! Who knew?"

"Pretty cool, huh?" Artie texted back. "Brett's bro is a general contractor like you. Check out this video about it."

I clicked on a new thumbnail, and a video started playing, showing Brett Booth in casual clothes, flaunting an ocean view in the background from what I assumed was the balcony of his beach house. He was facing the camera like it was a selfie video. "Hey there, Frank, I hear you're a fan of mine."

My eyes grew wide, wondering what the hell this was.

Brett continued, "I'm friends with your brother and sister-in-law, and no, this video isn't fake. Look, I wanna invite you and your family to the studio in the coming months. We're gonna be in pre-production on DH5, and it'd be cool to share some of the movie magic with a special fan. Hope you'll be able to make it. Oh, and by the way, you're gonna be an uncle. Congrats!"

"What?" I said aloud, as if I was actually speaking to him.

The video ended, and my doorbell rang seconds later. I rushed over to open it, sensing the surprise. Sure enough, my brother and sister-in-law were standing together, arms around each other's backs. Belle was holding a pregnancy stick, flashing the positive marker at me. I launched forward to embrace them, not afraid to let the tears fly. They returned my hug with love.

"Can you believe it?" Artie said. "The playground, of all places."

"It worked, Frank," Belle said joyfully, sniffles ensuing.

"I'm so happy for you guys," I said, hugging them tighter. My heart was overflowing with emotion. It felt gratifying to finally deliver, and more importantly, that the beneficiaries were two deserving people whom I loved dearly.

It amazed me that I even had the balls to spring that wild encounter a few weeks ago. The moment had felt primed for action, and I'd just gone for it. Shit, maybe I had Brett Booth's character in DH4 to thank that night. Perhaps more interestingly, I remembered that I hadn't been the only one who'd creampied my sister-in-law. So had my brother...

The romantic in me sprouted an outlandish thought: I preferred to think it was Artie's seed that'd gotten his wife pregnant. It was medically impossible, but so what? Miracles happened.

I stepped back from our hug. "Wait, you guys really know Brett Booth?"

"Oh gosh, it's a long story," Belle said. "A lot of tequila."

Artie chuckled. "Frank, we can't thank you enough, Bro. Really. We owe you."

"You guys don't owe me a thing. It's what family does," I said warmly. I broke into a grin when I realized something amusing. "You know what's interesting? When I was still with my ex-wife, I was this close to getting a vasectomy. Thank god I didn't."

"Thank god, indeed," Artie said.

"Maybe now I'll get the snip," I said half-jokingly. "You two aren't planning for more, are you?"

Artie's crooked smile was telling. "Well... "

Belle giggled and nudged him to cool his jets. She turned to me. "Frank, we're taking it one at a time. But if you're really asking me, then... yeah... I've always dreamed of three."

"Well, if you guys need me in the future, I'll be on call. However you wanna do it."

"We'll keep that in mind," Belle said, reaching out to hug me again. "Thanks again. Best big brother I never had."

Artie joined our embrace. "The best I've always had."

*** *** ***