This is the first part of a two part story. I was inspired by An Affordable Insemination Redux so please check out that story. The second part is coming shortly. As always, this is a work of fiction and there will be mistakes.
Kaylee
"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Green, but that was your last round of IVF covered by insurance."
Those fateful words would change my life forever. Scott and I had tried three rounds of IVF due to his fertility issues. Our insurance was tapped out and at 34 my biological clock was ticking. Ever since I was a young I wanted to be a mother so bad. I just remember crying hard in the arms of my husband after we heard that fateful news. I refused to give up and asked the doctor if there were any other possibilities.
"Well, from a medical/cost standpoint no. However, there are some alternative options that have worked for other patients of mine."
"Like what doctor," I asked?
"I know this is going to sound strange, but some patients have found success doing their own inseminations. I've had two couples over the years suggest that using the "turkey baster" method worked for them. I have to caution that this is a highly unlikely method. The other, more successful method is a bit more taboo. These other couples simply used another man to provide the sample...naturally. If you understand what I'm saying."
"How would the "turkey baster" approach work?"
"Simple enough. You find a man willing to provide you with a fresh sample of his semen and then inject it into your vagina. I can give you some plastic syringes if you'd at least like to have this as an option. Remember, the fresher the sample and the deeper you can get it the better your chances will be. It really is a very crude and unreliable method, but it can work."
We thanked the doctor for his help, took the syringes and headed out to the car.
"Scott, what do you think about all of this?"
"I don't really know. It's a lot to process. I know how bad you want this so I'm willing to do whatever you think is best," Scott responded.
"I hate that we are in this position. Why didn't the stupid IVF work? I'm sorry...I'm just venting. Initially I thought the doctor was crazy. I mean, does he really want us to squirt some random guys stuff into me!?"
"It doesn't have to be someone random you know," I stupidly replied to my wife.
"You'd rather it be one of our friends, that somehow seems worse. We'll just ask Ken to go jack off into a cup so we can use his sperm. Somehow, I don't think that will work."
"I wasn't thinking of our friends, but don't freak out "when I say what I'm about to say."
"I make no such promises," I lightly jabbed.
"My half brother Rodney already has kids so we know he's fertile, we'd be getting half my genes and we don't see them that often so it wouldn't be as awkward as a friend."
"Are you fucking kidding me. We're supposed to ask your brother to impregnate me when we can barely tolerate each other!?"
"Half brother, but I understand what you're saying. Let's just take our time and think things over. Adoption is also another avenue that we can explore," he said.
I didn't like any of this. I felt ashamed, scared, upset, you name it. Most of these feelings were illogical of course, but it didn't stop me from feeling them. Once we got home I drew a bath to to try and relax some. As I let the warm water smooth me tense body I really started to think about our options. Adoption was a solid idea, but I really wanted to experience giving birth to something that I created so I shelved that option for now. This left us with finding a sperm donor to try the alternative method the doctor had mentioned. Who the hell were we going to get?
I went over the list of men we knew a 100 times. Every time I ended up coming to the same conclusion: Rodney, Scott's half brother. For all reasons Scott mention after our appointment, he just made the most sense. They were half brother's because shared the same dad who was not much of presence in their lives. Their dad was a pilot so he wasn't around much during their youth, not to mention the divorces. It's not that my husband didn't like his dad, it was more that he was a perpetual womanizer and that always seemed to take precedence over parenting. Scott didn't like that. We primarily saw Mr Green, sorry Ted, on holidays and other random times when it suited him, so I didn't know him that well. From the times I did meet him I can say that he is definitely a charmer, or at least I can understand why women like him. He looks Tom Selleck with his thick mustache and overall he's very witty.
Rodney shared some similarities with Ted, mostly personality. Rodney could be quite the charmer, but unlike Ted came off more trashy than classy. You'd be more likely to laugh off an off color comment by Ted, but report Rodney to HR. The positive side of Rodney was that he and Scott looked very similar when they were growing up. Rod was about an inch taller, maybe 30lbs heavier now with a bit of dad bod, but back in the day the two were spitting images of each other.
I never really got along well with Rodney. He uses crude language and humor constantly. I don't feel like he treats his wife all that well, yet she has never said anything to me. In fact, she tends to dote on him, which I find a bit odd considering he doesn't do the same to her. He does have 3 kids, so that was going to be a strong check mark in the positive column. Rodney was a reasonably good dad from what I could tell. Definitely not father of the year, but he tried more than Ted at least.
Anyway, Scott and I discussed the pluses and minuses all evening long. Eventually we came to the conclusion that Rodney was our first choice. Now we had to figure out a way to ask him. We didn't want anyone to know, especially his wife. Rod loves football so Scott's plan was to have him over for the game and then drop the bombshell after he'd had a few beers. I was supposed to be gone so that it wouldn't be awkward.
Rodney
My brother invited me over to watch the Eagles game which seemed a little odd considering we hadn't hung out in a few weeks. It wasn't completely out of left field as we did watch games from time to time, but usually it was after we had run into each other doing something else. I liked watching games at his house because I loved to look at his hot little wife. Kaylee was a cute, brunette, blue eyes, girl next door type. Always out running or doing yoga or some activity. Kept her body nice and tight. She was always polite and friendly too with an innocence surrounding her, which just made me want nothing more than to corrupt her.
Scott told me all about their courtship back when they were dating and we were a little closer. She wouldn't even let him see her 34Cs until after 2 months. Scott said he wasn't her first for anything, but that she wasn't very experienced either. She was from a small Midwest town, which probably explained her innocence, but this just made me want to do things to her that a "brother" shouldn't want to.
Anyway, you could imagine my disappointment when I showed up on Sunday and Kaylee was out. Not one to waste a good time without the kids I decided to just enjoy the game over some beer.
Halfway through the game Scott gets all serious and says we need to talk. Oh shit I thought, he knows I ogle his wife and he's going to yell at me. Oh well, totally worth it I'm thought.
My jaw about hit the floor when he was done talking. He wanted to use my sperm to impregnate his hot fucking wife! Well, I guess to be clear he literally only wanted my sperm. Scott went on to explain that the plan was for me to ejaculate into a cup in the next room and then he was somehow going to inject it into Kaylee. Not gonna lie, it sounded kind of fucked up to me. However, it really was no skin off my back and I kind of like the idea of impregnating my brother's wife. I didn't want to sound too eager so I played it cool.
"I don't know Scotty, that's a pretty big ask. I mean what if my wife finds out. You want me to jerk into a cup, isn't that a little weird?"
"I know, I know, it's a little strange. Look Kaylee and I talked about this for a while and really you are our only option. I don't want to put undue pressure on you, but that's just the reality. With you as the donor we get a child that is 75% us and that's important to her. Also, if you decide to do it we'll need you to get tested for STDs and have your sperm analyzed. Obviously we'll pay for it."
"Let me think about it and I'll let you know," I told him. I knew the answer was going to be yes, I just wanted to make it seem like it was a really big decision.
"I understand. If you make a decision soon that would be great. Kaylee will be ovulating in two weeks and we'd like to get started as soon as possible, in case it doesn't work."
I waited a few days before I told him I would do it. I was actually pretty exited to tell the truth. The whole thing felt so taboo. A little annoying to have to get the tests done, but worth it in the long run. My STD tests came back negative...phew. A little nervous on that one. Giving the sperm sample was a little more challenging. I had to refrain from cumming for three days prior to the sample. That sucked. Due to my schedule I had to get the last appointment of the day, but I told my wife that I was working late to cover.
When I got to the clinic it was relatively quiet. One guy was leaving while another got called back. I filled out the required paperwork, turned in the forms and waited to be called. I was wearing khaki pants with a long sleeve button up with no tie. I decided to get things moving so I started looking at porn on my phone. I was the only one in there I figured, plus it was muted. Only problem was that I was starting to chub up. Sure enough, right in the middle of a perfect semi the nurse calls me back. I try to delay standing up, hoping my erection will soften up, but it's not quite enough. I can feel it pressing against my pant leg.
The nurse clearly notices as I see her eyes travel down to my crotch. I can see her eyes get a little bigger as she notices. Instead of get upset, she actually had a small little smile on her face. I know that look. I love that look. The nurse wasn't exactly anything to write home about per se. She looked like a typical midwestern woman. Wide hips, large tits, and round face. Carrying a few extra pounds, but not fat, just thick.
She shows me into the room, shows me the collection of adult materials and provides with the sample container. I know she's heard this joke a million times before, but based on her look earlier I give it a shot.
"This isn't a full service clinic," I joke to her as she's turning to leave.
She stops in the door for what seems like a long time. Oh shit, I think I may have pissed her off. Probably sick and tired of that stupid joke, especially this day and age. Not sure how I read that so wrong.
