My Sister-in-Law
This is a story of how I got my sister-in-law pregnant, not once, but twice.
I'm Mike. My wife Karen and I dated in high school and married young at 23 years of age. As soon as we saw each other, we both knew we would be together for the rest of our lives. It was genuinely love at first site. Karen's younger sister Rachel is also a beautiful person and a stunning looking lady. Rachel is only 15 months younger than Karen. Rachel and I have a strong connection and we flirt harmlessly all the time.
Rachel met her husband David a few years ago and the four of us have become remarkably close going on holidays together and out on the town at least one night each week. Life was good and we were all getting ahead. All four of us had good jobs, and Rachel and David bought a house in the same neighbourhood as ours which meant we could walk to each other's houses. Quite helpful after a dinner party with a few too many wines.
As life progressed the conversation turned to children and when Karen and I were both twenty-eight, we received the awesome news that Karen was pregnant with our first child. We were beyond excited as our life was about to enter a new phase. Karen also told me in confidence that Rachel and David were also trying to for a child.
Nine months later Karen gave birth to the most beautiful girl in the world and our lives felt more complete. Rachel and David on the other hand were not having much luck conceiving.
The months rolled around quickly and when Alice, our little girl was 6 months old, Karen announced she was pregnant again, this time with a little boy we named Harry in her womb. Life was good for us, and we were incredibly happy.
Rachel and David on the other hand, were not so happy. They had wanted their kids to be the same age as ours so they could grow up together. Their doctor evaluated them both and concluded there was no reason they could not conceive and to be patient. Patient they were but they had been trying to get pregnant for 2 years. At times, the doctor said, even perfectly healthy partners struggle to get pregnant.
David was taking it hard. He felt like a failure and started drinking heavily and became depressed. He was on a downward spiral, and we were becoming worried about him. Karen and Rachel asked if I could take him away with some of my friends on a golfing weekend to see if we could cheer him up. That was arranged and to make a decent job of it, we made it a 4-day trip away.
The golf was fun, the group of friends were fun, and David was having a relaxing time. We had lots of laughs and banter. It was just what the doctor ordered for him.
On the last night, David and I were sitting on my balcony watching the sun set. David was reflecting on the best round of golf he had had for many years shooting a two over par seventy-four. It was one of those days when the putts dropped in from everywhere. Eventually, the conversation turned to our children and the fact that David could not seem to get Rachel pregnant. David asked me how long it took Karen and I to conceive. Honestly, I said, it was on the first try for the first and the second one just happened without us planning anything. I was not game enough to tell him then, that Karen was pregnant with our third, which was planned, and that was also on our first try. I felt sorry for David, poured him another beer, and said things will turn out simply fine for you mate, and just to relax and it will happen.
David turned to me and said, can we have a serious conversation please. I said of course. There was a look in David's eyes that caused me slight concern. He said Mike, can I ask you to do me the biggest favour a mate can do for another mate. Can I ask you to get Rachel pregnant please? I spat out the mouthful of beer I had in my mouth and chocked. What I said. What, how? Really, I said. What about Karen and Rachel. Neither would ever agree to that. Not in a million years.
David was calm and he went about telling me exactly how it would happen. I was gobsmacked. He had been thinking about this deeply and unbeknown to me, had already started planning for the possibility of me getting Rachel pregnant. This is how it would happen he said.
Rachel and I have been changing things up in the bedroom. The doctor said the more relaxed we were, the more fun we had, the better our chances to conceive. So, we have been playing a few bedroom games. Our latest game is that I tie Rachel up, hands to the bedposts and I blindfold her. She loves the sensation of not seeing what I am going to do next. I often suck her toes, lick her clit, spread her legs wide and fuck her slowly. When I cum in her, I stay inside her for a couple of minutes making sure the cum settles. When I withdraw, Rachel puts a pillow behind her legs to keep as much of the cum in her as possible. David said that has been our routine for this past couple of months.
He looked at me and said, we are the same size. He handed me his after shave and a pack of the gum he was always chewing. He said Mike, it would mean the world to us if you would do this for me. And he said, Rachel and Karen would never need to know. It would be our secret for life. I just sat there with his aftershave and gum in my hands thinking about what David just said. I did not see this coming I told him. Please said David, just think about it. Promise me at least you will do that.
The drive back to the city the next day was a quiet one. When Rachel and David came around for dinner on Friday night David was in good spirits and Rachel and Karen seem pleased with me. Our golfing trip seemed to have done the trick. That was until Karen announced she would not be drinking that night as she was pregnant with our third. That changed the mood and while Rachel and David said how happy they were for us; their body language was altogether different. They said their goodbyes at 9.30pm which was early as we usually drank and talked into the wee hours.
As I said my goodbyes, David turned to me and all he said was 'please'. I went back inside; Karen went to bed, and I sat in my den swirling a glass of whiskey and listening to the sound of an ice cube hitting the whiskey glass. I love that sound. That night I noticed how beautiful Rachel was. She had a near perfect body, long black hair, and lovely pert breasts. Her face was beautiful. She could have been a model if she had not become a computer scientist.