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thing, and that the children would all look like the
rest of the family.
She quickly caught my attention because I was worried
about the child only having my wife's physical features
and not mine if some stranger's semen was used.
"I know you and he don't get along well, but why not
let your brother impregnate Betty, I'm sure he'd do it
for free."
I was speechless upon hearing mother's thoughts.
"Y-You c-can't be serious. Y-You know how I despise
him. T-The way he use to treat me in high school.
T-The things he use to say about me. Plus, h-he was
always your favorite anyway. "That m-must be why
y-you're suggesting this. H-He's ..."
"I know,
that was
one, the
logical?
for was just a ruse to keep my inferior jism from mixing with Nick superior sperm. Before the door slammed
behind me, I barely heard my sister and mother's last
statements.
My sister said, "It's a wonder Betty hasn't left him
for a real man before now. He's such a cry baby and a
milquetoast. Imagine, him fainting instead of fighting
for his woman."
"Don't be so hard on your brother, he's not as strong
as you and Nick. He and Betty love each other in a way
that's true love. And true love wins out over physical
love every time." I heard my Mother say as I fumbled
for my car keys, fighting to find the ignition.
--When I got out of the shower, I could smell food and I
heard movement in the kitchen. Betty must be home.
She apparently had stayed out all night as it was 8
o'clock and I had to be at a class in an hour.
"Morning darling, I came over to fix your favorite
breakfast. Sorry I didn't make it back last night.
Since you knew what was going on, and er ... and
besides I thought you might need some time to yourself
to let things sink in sort of ..."
I replied politely, but coolly. It was definitely not
with the warmth and radiance with which she was
beaming.
She sat opposite me as she enjoyed her coffee. I
couldn't meet her eyes, she looked so beautiful to me.
I cringed because I knew the serene look she wore was
because of another man, obviously a better man - my
stud brother.
"Did you masturbate last night honey? I was hoping
you did. After all, it was sort of cruel to have you
abstain, but there was no other way not to hide from
you what was going on. You do understand what we were
saying last night about not running the risk of your
weaker stuff being mixed with Nick's?"
Irritated, but feeling so ashamed at the turn of
events, I sat silently after mumbling very cryptic
answers to my talkative wife. I wondered -- did she
really know how bad she was making me feel? Did she
even care?
"Good, because now at least, I can jerk you off and
help you sleep better. I still want to confirm I'm
pregnant before I let you have sex with me again
though. You do understand don't you dear?"
Again I mumbled a muted `Yes' as I held the newspaper
in front of my face trying as best I could to ignore
her, and hide my shamed face.
did promise to get a job and pay his share. All in all
I concluded I couldn't have asked for much more than
that.
As I eased back into bed without trying to wake my
wife, I mentally sighed and thought of all the complications we small pricked nice guys have to go through
to get and keep the women we love.
As I settled down and was about to close my eyes, Betty
turned over and hugged me. She startled me.
"That was so sweet of you. You really do love me don't
you Honey?"
"Of course I do dear. B-But what was sweet of me?" I
inquired with a puzzled look on my face.
She revealed that she was on her way downstairs to see
Nick and overheard everything we talked about. I could
see her broad smile even in the dark room.
"You really thought I'd leave you after all these
years?" She cooed sweetly as she snaked her hand into
my pajamas and started handling my prick. I was surprised at how aroused she must have been.
I told her about my observations and all about my fears
upon seeing her and Nick so adoring to each other. She
was rhythmically but slowly stroking me with two
fingers as we talked quietly. It was so pleasant.
"Well, you're right. He has made me feel at last like
a woman, in ways we both know you can't. But the only
way he would've been able to convince me to leave you
would be if you would've been unreasonable about
things. And of course you haven't, and I love you for
that. However, the three of us will work out just fine
-- as long as you remember your place." She said in a
warm, but serious tone.
"M-My p-place?"
"Yes honey, what I mean is that it must be understood
that Nick is the real man of the house now. Any concerns you have will be considered, but he will have
the final say so. Understood?"
My cock
the law
and her
milk me
it or not.
Her rule was that Nick would make love to her first
whenever we were both to fuck her in the same day.
"You see honey, and I know you can't help it. But all
you do when you go first is get me aroused with your
little thing, and then after you come, which is usually
in a very short time, you spend so much time sucking my
pussy to get me off, you're tired and I've still only
come once, at the most twice. I still feel frustrated
and not satisfied.
Now when Nick is through with me, what you can do for
me really works out well for both of us. You get off
and your tongue doesn't have to work so hard and it
feels so soothing on my bruised and ravished cunt, and
it really feels good to get off when you do that to
me."
She did say that when Nick wasn't around and she needed
a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more
than welcomed as a way, in her words, "to take the
edge off her horniness," while she was waiting on his
big dick.
Again, I was at a loss for words. I'd basically been
relegated to "sloppy seconds", literally, whenever my
brother was around.
--At five months, Betty's stomach was huge. However, I'd
never seen her looking more radiant wearing her many
colorful maternity outfits. When we were out and about
she was the perfect adoring wife giving me all the
credit for impregnating her. That really sent my self
esteem through the clouds even if it was only until I
returned home to the stark reality of me being nothing
more than a pathetic figurehead of a husband and man,
desperately trying to hold on to his wife and keep the
marriage intact.
As she got more swollen, Betty also became increasingly
more dominant and arrogant when we were alone or at
home and especially in the presence of Nick. She seemed
to be constantly ordering me around and requiring me to
wait on her whenever my mother or sister were present.
For some reason they both encouraged her in doing this,
and also ordered me around. On many visits it was as
if I was the servant for them all.
My wife seldom requested my brother, her adored lover,
to do anything except snuggle up to her. In many cases
she waited on him hand and foot and often had me do the
same.
As she got bigger it was more difficult for me to have
sex with her due to the shortness of my prick. Therefore I was basically put off limits to her pussy.
and get some from another woman while I'm having these
babies".
Mother had been right about my wife wanting me to not
only help her have decent sex while she was bloated
with the twins, but also had a plan for me to be a
sexual surrogate for her pussy while she was in labor
and recovering. That is, as best I could, Nick didn't
really care for my blowjobs nearly as much as he did
for my wife's pussy.
But a few days later she was home and the smell and
noise of two babies filled our house.
I was busy changing diapers and making formula for
"our" new son and daughter. Betty was the dutiful and
doting mother, but whenever someone needed to get up
in the night to see about them, it was me. She and
Nick basically told me that was exclusively my job.
Nick plays with them, but seldom, and I don't think he
ever actually changed them. For that he either called
me or Betty. Betty also let me know that I would
always have to re-arrange my schedule to baby sit if
she and Nick should ever want to go out together.
As the children grew, it basically became my responsibility to be their nanny.
This allowed Nick and my wife to have all the freedom
they needed to go out and party. Many of the neighbors
have already concluded that he is more the husband and
man of the house than I. They basically see me out
strolling the twins, cleaning around the house and
shopping for groceries, while he's always out with my
wife socially. This was especially true when they
went on a cruise for a week and I stayed at home
babysitting.
As far as the bedroom is concerned, Nick is firmly in
charge there. We still have adjoining rooms, but Nick
spends far more time with, and in the bed with her, and
in her too, I might add, than I do. In fact about the
only time she ever lets me put it in is on our wedding
anniversary and the kid's birthday, and then only after
Nick has had his fill of her.
Almost everybody in both her and my family knows that
she only lets me into her bed rarely and that I have
to beat my meat for sexual relief most of the time.
They also know that she always brings me her used
slimy warm moist swollen pussy to me for a tongue
cleaning after Nick's made it messy. This is really
the only way she seems to enjoy me having sex with her.
I've grown quite acclimated to eating hairy cream pie
and look forward to fucking her that way.
--All in all, we do have a stable marital and family