Hi guys and gals! I'm glad to be back! While dealing with writer's block, heart problems, and another PC crap out, I managed to slowly put this one together for you. Hope you like it. There will never be a part 2 for this one! And, in case you forgot, I ONLY write fiction, as I don't trust the moral police to let things slide that some people write about as 'true'. Also, all characters are at least 18 years old. Don't try this at home!
For those of you who really care about the details, I know that most of the man's ejaculate is from the prostrate, with just a bit from the balls. However, 'balls' is shorter, and using it makes the story better than having to always say something like "she really drained my balls and prostate!" So it will just be "balls" from me.
By the way, personal soap box time. Several of the comment writers to my other stories show their disgust that I mention the story is fiction (like in paragraph one) and that I made it up. It just makes me wonder if, when those people find a book at a book store or public library, and it is located under the section called FICTION do they turn up their noses at Edgar Allen Poe or Stephen King, to name just a couple. Of course, perhaps they don't go to those places which is why book stores are closing and the library two blocks from my house keeps having book sales. As for me, I'm just glad that 'The Fall of the House of Usher' and 'The Langoliers' were pure fiction!
Enjoy!
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Hey! Never thought my life could be turned into a story that anyone would want to read. Very normal parents in a very normal suburb with a pretty but very normal older sister. Oh yeah, her only brother is
so fucking normal
that girls I've sat next to in class many times didn't know who I was when I asked them out on a date! Are you fucking kidding me? What am I, some sort of chameleon that disappears into the back ground? I admit I'm not a male model but I'm not butt ugly either, just, normal. But that's not what this story is about.
I'm 19 and out of high school two years now. My sister graduated college last year and then married her girlfriend from college. I'll admit it, I wondered about them the few times Kim came home for a holiday and brought Maxine with her. Oh, she goes by Max so at first, I thought Kim was talking about her boyfriend — until we met. She's really pretty and it's obvious to anyone that they are really stuck on each other.
They had the same major and ended up working at the same company on the other side of our metro area, so they live "close" to home but it is still a 75-mile trip — each way — via the freeway. (Surface streets are shorter but take much longer.) Due to good class selection and natural abilities I went from high school graduation straight into computer programming and, after one year, was bringing home more than both my parents combined made at their jobs. After dealing with the insane commute twice daily for nearly a year I bit the bullet and moved out of my lifelong home and bought a house about 6 miles from Kim and Max's place.
The three of us hung out quite a bit and then even more when they joined a bowling league and begged me to fill out the five-person team. We had a great time, grew even closer and came in as the second-place team.
So, I was not surprised when shortly after noon on Saturday Kim's car stopped in my driveway and they got out carrying an 18-pack of Bud Light. I had a fresh 12-pack in my fridge so I knew we were set for the rest of the day. I tossed some hamburger patties on the grill and soon we were sitting on my patio by the pool filling our stomachs.
"Okay Kim, you look like something's been on your mind since you got here. So, what's up. Don't even try to deny it, I've always been able to read you like an open book." As I said it, I took 3 more beers out of the cooler and handed each of them one after popping them open.
Her eyes looked away from me as both girls blushed profusely. Eventually Kim looked back to me and said, "We want to have a baby!"
Made sense to me. Just because they are lesbians doesn't mean they wouldn't want kids. "Hey, all right! Good for you two! So, are you going to adopt or what?"
"Well, we have been checking on adopting, but the waiting list is fucking incredible! Too many abortions mean fewer babies to be adopted, damn it." Max said. I loved how relaxed she was around me, never mincing words like she did with our parents.
"Well, I've heard it is quicker if you adopt from overseas," I suggested.
"Oh, it is quicker, but shit — it is so damned expensive!" Kim said.
"Oh," I mumbled astutely.
"Yeah," from Max. "And we checked on doing artificial insemination which is also very expensive and not covered by our insurance. They will cover the pregnancy and delivery but not the most expensive part." As she finished speaking, she chugged the rest of her beer and slammed the empty down, crushing it in one go. That one didn't last long!
I looked at her then the crushed can then back to her pretty face. "I'll be back with more beers," I said as I stood up and grabbed the empty cooler. Moments later I stepped back outside seeing them huddled together in a serious yet quiet discussion. I paused where I was out of ear range and waited for them to move apart, then I quickly sat down and handed out another round.
"Do you two need more time for that discussion or were you finished?" I asked either of them.
"Thanks for being a gentleman, and for the beers," Max said with a slightly tense smile.
"Hey, they're your beers, I brought out the rest of the 18-pack," I said jovially trying to lighten the mood.
"Whatever," they said in unison.
"So," I asked, "where does that leave you two? At having a kid, I mean."
"Well, we were sort of hoping you could help us with that," Kim said so softly I wasn't certain that I heard her correctly.
"You want me to do what?"
"We need your help," Kim said slightly louder.
"Oh, okay, how much does it cost?"
"Men!" Max exclaimed staring right at me. "Sometimes guys can be so dense! We don't want your money!"
I just stared at them both, my eyes searching one face then the other, back and forth several times. "So ... you want ... my sperm ..." I slowly said, "for the AI procedure."
"This isn't going to work, hon," Max said as she started to rise. "Let's just go home!"
"Sit your ass, Max," I said strongly. So maybe I'm out of practice at reading my sister. I looked each of them in the eyes then stopped at my sister as I went on, "Obviously I'm missing something here, and it must be pretty big, so help the nerd out and enlighten me." She had kidded me for being a nerd for probably 13 years so why not just acknowledge it.
Blushing hard Kim squirmed as she said, "Well, we do need your sperm."
"And that's what I said!" I said raising my voice. "So, tell me the name of the doctor and I'll go make a deposit for you guys."
"Oh, for Pete's sake," Max said sounding really pissed at me.
"What???" I said looking at her.
"That's
not
how we want your help?" she said looking as if she was talking to a ten-year-old that couldn't tie his shoe laces.
I looked at her, then at Kim, then at Max, then at Kim, then, well you get the idea. My eyes moved back and forth several more times as they just sat there silently letting my computer brain digest their words.
"No ... fucking ... way," I slowly said.
"Told you he could figure it out," Kim said to her wife.
"Okay, you won that one," Max said to her, then turning to me she went on, "but it is precisely 'fucking' that we want!"
This suddenly became the time I REALLY appreciated how private my backyard was. My house is at the end of a cul-de-sac and both sides of the yard are lined with thick, tall and impenetrable bushes as well as 7-foot tall brick walls. I never hear my neighbors and I'm sure they can't hear me. They can't see in either.
"What ... wha ... uh ... wha ... um ... I ... wha ..." I stuttered.
"Yes brother, we have decided that we want you to father our child."
Suddenly I was sweating profusely and breathing hard as I again looked back and forth between them. "You ... you mean ..." I paused, taking several more, deep breaths, "you two want me to FUCK and make one of you pregnant!" They both nodded their heads. "But who? I mean, which one of you? Shit, I can't fuck my sister!"
"Maybe ... maybe not," Max said with no expression at all.
"But ... "
"Look brother dear, we haven't figured that out yet," Kim said putting her hand on mine. "Each of us would love to give birth, so that makes it very difficult. We're still trying to decide just which one of us would do it."