The most shocking thing, believe it or not, was how casual Kate was about everything. I mean, obviously no one expected her and her husband Ray to announce that they had invited another man to get her pregnant. Or that it was pale, sandy-haired Ray who suggested a black man for the job because, "I love how hard he makes her come."
I knew my little sister was the wild child in the family, I'd even go so far as to call her slutty. But this was beyond anything I had even imagined in my apparently tame fantasies. She had been fucking other men for their whole relationship, with Ray's approval. He just liked to watch. She pulled a train on her honeymoon while he filmed the whole thing for posterity. And of all the men who fucked his wife, he had a favorite, who he invited to make her pregnant.
And he had. By the time Kate told the family, she was already three months along. (It's a common superstition not to announce until then, as by that point it's not a false positive and you're past the highest risk of miscarriage. And by three months, it feels real.) Obviously, Mom and Dad needed a *lot* of calming down. But Kate was so nonchalant about the whole thing, as if couples did this all the time, and of course her husband wanted her to have really good sex, and of course he wanted a smart, athletic man to father her babies, and what was surprising about any of that?
She was so matter-of-fact that through some miracle, it started to feel normal, even to our parents. Even to me. To the point where, when Kesh and I invited Kate and Ray to our beach house for the weekend, and she asked if Mike could come too, I said, "of course! I want to meet him!" before I knew the words were leaving my mouth.
Kesh, by the way, is my husband Takeshi. He and I had both turned 30, and had what I thought of as the perfect life. An adorable 4-year-old girl and an even more adorable 2-year-old boy, an old house that's nicer than any tacky McMansion, but cheaper too, and so big we have two spare bedrooms. And a little house on the Outer Banks, although we went in on it with two other couples -- we trade off weekends, and then occasionally we'll all get together, and Katie usually comes along, since she's been mooching off me her whole life.
But now I was the one who felt like the nervous, overwhelmed little girl. I was about to meet her... boyfriend? Lover? In-person sperm donor? This was all new to me, and I had no idea what to say or how to act. But we made it to the beach house -- late, of course, since we had two toddlers to wrangle. The doors were unlocked and food was scattered all over the kitchen -- Katie acted like she owned the place -- but no one home, so we headed down to the beach to find them, kids running on ahead.
Ray greeted us warmly, looking faintly ridiculous in a loud Hawaiian shirt and white streaks of sunscreen on his reddening skin. "Lucy! Kesh! Welcome... to your own house. I know. Great to see you. But I know I'm not the one you're eager to see. There's Mike and Kate." He gestured to the water, where a very tall, very dark, very handsome man was playfully scooping my sister up in his muscular arms and tossing her into the waves.
"The baby! Careful of the baby!" she squealed, but she was laughing as she said it. My sister was very close to naked, as she usually was as the beach, as her bikini top was tiny and barely holding on, and her bottoms made it very clear she waxed. Mike, meanwhile, wore regular swim trunks, but they did nothing to interrupt the lines of his athletic frame. A big wave came, and he put one hand behind her knees and scooped her up again. For a minute, he made a show of turning his back to the wave to shield her, and then spun and threw her right into it. She came up sputtering and laughing, and the wave had ripped her top clean off. She punched him and cursed him out, but she was looking at him the way a puppy looks at you when you're about to throw a stick.
"So, that's the guy who's baby my wife is having," said Ray, like he was pointing out his dentist in line at the supermarket.
"I can see why...!" Ken said. I wasn't sure if that was rude, but Ray beamed.
"She's going to have such a beautiful baby. And you wouldn't believe what he does to her in bed. His cock is twice the size of mine, and my God does he know how to use it." His gaze drifted over to his wife, clearly smitten.
I, meanwhile, was still drinking in the sight of my sister's boyfriend. It was hard not to imagine the phallus hiding in those swim trunks. It was impossible not to look at their beautiful, almost-nude bodies and imagine them having sex.
"When do I get my turn?" I blurted it out without thinking, and then immediately got flustered and turned to apologize to Kesh, thinking he must be mad. But he just smiled slyly.
Before we could say anything else, the happy couple walked up out of the surf.
"Your wife lost another bathing suit! Can you believe it? So careless." He shook his head in mock disappointment while Katie pretended to pout. He shook Kesh's hand and hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek, which I'm sure made me blush until I was redder than Ray's sunburn.
"So you must be the father of my sister's baby. Sorry, I'm not really sure what to call that."
Mike smiled warmly. "Ray's the father. He and Kate are going to be great parents. I just helped her conceive is all."
"Oh, so you're a fertility specialist."
Ray and Mike both laughed. Ray put a hand on Mike's arm -- his own arm looked like a twig in comparison. "Mike was helping our relationship long before we decided to have a baby. Other married couples' sex lives dry up after a few years, and ours is more passionate and loving than ever. It just involves one more person."
Kesh and I shared a glance. I'm sure Ray didn't mean anything by it, but sex between us had dwindled since my second pregnancy, and neither of us were happy about it, but one or the other of us always seemed to be too tired.
Mike smiled and said, "That's right, I just do what I can do to help this very nice couple. Out of the goodness of my heart. Although..." he gently squeezed Kate's bare breast, "...there are some side benefits. I mean, the satisfaction of making Ray happy, of course."
"I'm starting to think you're not a real fertility doctor."
Everyone laughed, and we were interrupted by a hungry toddler. I knew two and a few months was late to still be breastfeeding, but she liked it and I liked it, and of course Kesh liked that it made my boobs bigger and he kind of had a thing for drinking my milk. So we were alternating solid food and breast. I usually wrapped a blanket around myself and her for privacy's sake, but if Katie had her titties out, I figured no one was going to object. And to be honest, I can't stand for her to be the center of attention all the time.
So I'll admit I got a little charge of satisfaction when Mike took his attention off of Kate entirely to gawk at me topless, my daughter happily nursing at one boob while a droplet of milk formed on the other's pink nipple.
