Chapter Four
Two long months later, we finally got the call from Sarah. She was pregnant and had just returned from her first prenatal visit with the doctor. Everything seemed as fine as it could be at that point. She promised she would keep in touch and let us know how everything was going. After that, I noticed that she posted a picture on Facebook every Sunday, in the same profile pose, wearing various stunning sundresses, to catalog her changing shape. As the weeks went by, and her breasts and belly visibly grew, my anticipation for my eight-month visit also grew. I made plans to be out of work the first weekend in March to fly down to Oklahoma. I had reserved a room at a hotel in another town over an hour away, to make sure that if we went out, nobody she knew would see us.
The day of my flight finally came. I only brought a small carryon bag with two changes of clothes in it and other essentials, along with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion--specifically designed for growing bellies, and it smelled amazing too, like cookies baking in the oven. The flight that Friday morning was uneventful, just under two hours long. I got in, picked up my rental car, a compact luxury model I had splurged on. Who am I kidding? This whole trip was a splurge! After that, I made my way to Sarah, who lived two hours away from the airport.
I had texted her when I was leaving, so she was sitting on the front steps outside, all ready to go, when I arrived at their house. I quickly got out and went up to meet her. Taking her hands to help her up, I quickly noticed her pregnant form, so so beautiful. I had the quick urge to run my hands all over her right there, but I contented myself with a quick embrace before taking her bag, wrapping one arm around her, and escorting her to the car.
We drove the hour to the hotel. It was great that we had that time to catch up on each other's lives, as we hadn't talked a lot in the past eight months. She shared how her changing body and feelings had resulted in an extremely increased libido starting in her second trimester. She said Kyle and her went at it at least once a day, sometimes more often, but he'd lost his interest earlier that week. Probably because of what he thought I would be doing with her, I thought.
When we reached the hotel--you guessed it, unnecessarily fancy--I pulled up front to drop her off, parked the car, and brought our two bags with us as we stepped inside. I had asked her to pack nice clothes so that we could play the part of a couple enjoying our last getaway before the baby arrived. I was impressed so far by her choice--a stunning black maternity dress that flowed all the way down to her ankles, showing just the right amount of her increased cleavage. Even under her light jacket, she was a beautiful sight.
We approached the counter, where a smartly dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit welcomed us. "Welcome Lady and Gentleman. My name is Mark. I assume you have a reservation?"
"We do indeed, sir. Last name Peters, first name Steven." I answered happily.
"Very good. One moment please," he said, as he worked to bring up our reservation. "Looks like we have you staying in our honeymoon suite, but..." he trailed off, looked at Sarah's advanced state of pregnancy.
"Yes. It's more of a babymoon, so to speak. I had spoken personally with your manager, whose name was David. He assured me that it would be more than acceptable to receive the honeymoon suite, especially as it hadn't yet been booked at that time." I explained calmly.
"Yes...ok," "he hesitated, clicking on his computer some more. "Yes, now I see, David did add a note on the reservation personally. Thank you for clarifying that. I'll have you ready in one moment, if I could just see some ID, please?"
I already had my driver's license out and ready to hand to him. After a few more moments, I had signed the paper where he indicated. "And, would the couple like one key or two keys?" Mark asked.
"One key will be sufficient," I stated confidently. I'm not sure if Sarah's even in a fit state to go off somewhere on her own if she wanted to.
"Very good, sir. Here you are, Room number 721. The elevators are to your right, up to the seventh floor, out the elevators to your left, and all the way down the hall at the end. If you have any further questions or requests, please don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy your stay." Mark ended with a huge smile. I would be sure to give him a tip later, and an excellent review.
I handed Sarah the room card key, picked up our bags again and walked with Sarah to the elevators. I gestured, allowing her to push the appropriate buttons. After what seemed like mere moments of quiet anticipation, we were standing in front of our door. Sarah reached out to scan the card to the reader on the door. It clicked green and I stepped forward to pull the handle down, open the door, and allow Sarah to enter. I clicked on the entryway light, quickly set the bags down and stayed at Sarah's side. I already knew what to expect; I just wanted to see the reaction on Sarah's face as she took it all in. I wasn't disappointed.
She took a few steps in, then stopped, in shock or what, I don't know. I had no idea what she had been expecting, and I hadn't shared any of the details with her either. She stood there, her mouth slightly open, trying to take in the room. Then she took a few more steps forward to see more in detail, then stopped again. A few moments later, I noticed a small tear running down her face.
The room was spacious, to say the least. In the far corner was one of those huge artificial fireplaces, currently turned on and bathing the suite in color. Mounted on the wall above the fireplace was a flat screen television, at least 54 inches. Facing the fireplace and television was a large, comfortable looking sectional couch with a coffee table in front. Behind the couch was a mini fridge. To our right was a short hallway leading to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Between the hallway and the mini fridge sat a small dining table and two cushioned chairs. Upon the table was large metal bucket filled with ice, which held a large green bottle.
She looked at that and turned to me. "But I can't..." she began, holding her large, pregnant belly.
"Ah, yes. Why don't you give it a closer look?" I asked, barely containing a grin.
She stepped closer, picked it up and read the label, confirming that it was one of her all-time favorite drinks:
"Sparkling grape juice! But, how did you know?" She asked confused, but excited.
"I've been getting what information I could, both from Lucy and Kyle. He was happy enough to help me make this the best weekend I could for you. Have you looked at the cabinet and shelf on the far wall yet?" I asked.
She gave me a curious look before turning off the fireplace and then inspecting the shelves and cabinets. The cabinets contained various snacks, including some of her favorites: Snickers bars, Cheez-Its, and Tropical Skittles. The shelves were filled with a wide variety of board games and card games, as well as some of her favorite movies, including Pride and Prejudice and Galaxy Quest.
She turned back to me, tears now streaming down her joyful face. Yet, her joy was mixed with confusion. "This whole time, I thought you would just want to..." She looked to the bedroom. "You know..." she ended, uncertainly and a little embarrassed. She looked down at her feet. "Is it that you don't think I'm attractive anymore?" She asked timidly.
I quickly approached her. She jumped back a step just before I threw my arms up to embrace her. She must have been scared of my sudden reaction. I rested my chin on her head as we embraced warmly. "My dear Sarah," I began, pulling back to look into her shining eyes, "What an absolutely ludicrous thing to say! As if anyone on the planet could think you are unattractive, either now or before your pregnancy."
"But, but..." she stammered, trying to find the words in her confusion. "Eight months ago, you made your conditions in response to our request. You made it seem like all you would want is to have sex with me. And those three days together seemed to confirm it..." She trailed off, still just as confused, still crying, tears of joy or sadness, or both, I didn't know.
"Sarah, we were fucking to get you pregnant, remember?" I asked, trying not to sound too forceful in getting my point across. "I cared just as much for you then as I do now."
"But, you haven't called, or texted me, or anything since then." She pointed out.
"Yes, I apologize now for the way I had things work out. It was all for this surprise, you know. This weekend is all about you, as will be our weekend together later this year. Whatever you want to do together, that's what we'll do. Do you understand now, Sarah?" I asked, holding her hands between us.
In response, she brought a hand to my face, pulling me down to hers for a kiss, wet from her tears. "Does that mean you will still have sex with me?" She asked in that low, husky voice of hers. "Because, I've been about as horny as I ever have this past week," she shared, completely unashamed.
"Yes, Sarah, if you want to, I will make sweet, sweet love to you and your gorgeous, maternal body. But you must remember one thing," I paused, making sure I had her complete attention. "I am not your husband, and you are not my wife. I am your brother-in-law, and I will be your friend for the rest of your life if you would like. I love Lucy, and you love Kyle, and we will not ruin our marriages. Whatever sexual activity occurs this weekend, and in seven months from now, stays with us, and will not continue afterwards."
"Yes, I understand, Steven. And I love you even more because of it. You care for me so much" She pulled me in for another kiss, and this time, I let it continue for as long as she wanted. I was hers, completely, and I would enjoy it, immensely.
_____
Despite Sarah's alleged horniness, she decided we should play a few board games before heading down to the restaurant for dinner. She still wore her black dress, matched with simple black pumps. Eight months pregnant, she was stunning, and I wasn't the only one who thought so. I noticed several men, and even some women, staring at several points during the evening. I thought at first that she was oblivious to the attention, but once I saw a small smile form on her face, I realized she was already used to the extra attention. She knew the sexiness she exuded, and she loved it.
As we sat waiting for our dinner entrees--salmon and rice for her, Cajun shrimp pasta for me--we continued our conversation from earlier.
