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She said in a teasing tone, "I don't know, Brandon. We're so young and we haven't dated all that long. It's rushing things." She turned to Kaitlyn and asked, "Would you be my maid of honor?"

"Of course!"

Joanna looked back at me and smirked. "In that case, I'd love to marry you." Joanna moved toward me and kissed me gently. "Now give my best friend the good fucking she deserves." I pulled back and thrust into Kaitlyn, who moaned in delight. I felt Joanna put her hand on my lower back, and she lightly pushed me forward as I plunged into Kaitlyn. "Fuck her, Brandon. Let me show her how happy it makes me to see you make love to her." Kaitlyn pulled me into her extra hard as Joanna said that, like Joanna declaring her approval of my fucking Kaitlyn made her extra excited.

The talk of marriage had thrown me off for a bit, but now Kaitlyn and I had a great rhythm going. She was pushing her ass off the bed to meet my every thrust, moaning loudly every time. The bed was really rocking now. I happily looked down at my sister as I fucked her. She was so beautiful and sexy. I loved looking at her as I fucked her. And I loved how she was loud and enthusiastic as we fucked.

As I fucked Kaitlyn, I thought about why Kaitlyn would want Joanna and me to marry so much. I could never legally marry Kaitlyn. Marrying someone who agreed to let us be lovers was as permanent as our relationship would ever be. So my proposing to Joanna had made both of them feel more comfortable that I was fully committed to them. I suddenly pictured Kaitlyn coming to mine and Joanna's hotel room on our wedding night, and me reciting with her the same vows that I had recited with Joanna.

Kaitlyn moaned, "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah." Joanna lay down next to her and they held hands again. There was something about them holding hands that convinced me our ménage à trois would work long-term. I loved them both though they were very different people, and I'd do anything to keep both of them happy. Though it was early to talk about marriage, I knew marriage was almost a certainty.

Joanna reached out and ran her hand along my side. She started lightly pushing me downward on each down stroke and running her hands up and down my backside until I was ready for the next push. Fucking Kaitlyn was awesome in and of itself, and Joanna running her hand over my body was turning the pleasure up to eleven. Sex had never felt this good.

"It feels so good, Brandon. Keep fucking me like that."

It didn't feel good - it felt incredible. As I had already cum, I'd be able to keep fucking for a while. I snuck a look at Joanna, and she was watching us with a happy, slightly excited expression. She continued stroking my backside to encourage me. I thought about a hat trick but decided that wouldn't be fair. And there was no way I'd be able to fuck four times in an evening.

Kaitlyn said, "Faster, Brandon. Faster!"

Her words pushed up my excitement level. It felt so goooood! As I was already fucking Kaitlyn fast and hard, I took her words as encouragement and not as instruction. She always knew exactly what to say to push my buttons. I shifted up higher, so I'd have a little more power to my thrusts. I plunged into Kaitlyn harder than before. She tossed her head back and forth with her eyes closed, her face filled with lusty pleasure. She looked so damn sexy. What made fucking her so incredible was how she was able to communicate how much she enjoyed it.

"Like that! Fuck me like that!"

I continued fucking Kaitlyn hard and fast. Now instead of raising her crotch to meet my thrust, Kaitlyn egged me on by using her legs to pull me harder into her. I was really slamming her now. She was such a great fuck.

Once more, Kaitlyn gushed, "You're so good, Brandon! Soooo goood!" The way she had huskily held her vowels shot a thrill through me.

The excitement was too much. Pleasure swept over me as I started cumming into my sister. A huge smile filled her face as she felt my first spurt explode inside of her. I fired shot after shot into her, a surprisingly big load given I had cum already.

I bent forward and kissed Kaitlyn as I savored the feeling of my cock slowly shrinking inside of her. I was exhausted and spent, but incredibly happy. I pulled out of Kaitlyn and collapsed on my back on the bed. Kaitlyn and I used the towel to clean up our sex juices. After she tossed the towel onto the floor, the girls settled down on each of my sides with their heads on my shoulders. I felt them hold hands and then rest their hands on my stomach. This felt so right as the way to start the next phase in our life; they had shared me as the way to kick off sharing me equally.

I said, "I love you both."

Both girls said at the same time, "We both love you," and then laughed.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

* * * *

Epilogue

Fifteen years later, from Kaitlyn's point of view

I came out of the bathroom of the convenience store and headed toward the front door. As I walked, I saw my brother Brandon supervising my seven-year-old niece Julie and my four-year-old nephew Benjamin as they looked at candy. We had several more hours to drive to the new-and-improved lake house, and candy would help the kids pass the time. Julie saw me and said, "Auntie!" excitedly as she held up the candy she was going to buy. Benjamin did the same. I smiled at them. They were so cute, and I loved them so much. I waved to them and kept going.

I came out the door, walked to the grassy area around the corner from the entrance, and took from Joanna the leash to Squire, their two-year-old black lab. "Tag," she said as I took it.

"Come on, Squire," I said excitedly to the dog. "Let's go for a walk!"

He bounded up and down happily before heading off.

Mom said, "I'll go with you."

"Great," I said, even though I didn't think it was great. "It'll be nice to have company."

Shortly after we started walking, Mom asked, "How did the big meeting go?"

I shook my head. "Good, and yet it sucked." I was a director for a big management consulting company and was angling to become a partner. Yesterday (Friday), all of the women directors, managers, and project leads in our region got together for a day. It was my big opportunity to show my ability to inspire younger female managers. "I feel so fake talking with other women. I'm supposed to convince them that they can work their butts off at our company and have a wonderful personal life at the same time. And I do have a wonderful personal life. But my personal life is so far from what their life is like that describing my personal life to them is not helpful. I live with my brother and his wife, who is my long-time best friend, in the house we co-own, and on weekends I am a soccer mom to their two kids, who I love like they're my own. No one has a setup remotely like that. Instead, they're all miserable. And I know they're all miserable. It's baked into 100% travel jobs. So I feel bad for telling them about how happy I am."

"They're not all miserable, are they?"

"The ones who are lesbians and have a partner at home aren't miserable. All of the straight ones are. Particularly the single ones."

"Your life can't be so different than the other straight women."

"It is. Let me give you a simple example - home cooking. After eating out the whole week, every 100% travel consultant wants to have a home-cooked meal when they come home. For guys who have a wife or girlfriend at home, she'll cook them home-cooked meals. Joanna makes me a home-cooked dinner Saturday, and you make me a home-cooked dinner on Sunday. Joanna frequently makes me lunch on Saturday and Sunday. So when I go back to the client's site, I'm ready for another five days of ordered meals. For straight women, none that I know of have a husband or boyfriend who'll cook them dinner. The vast majority of the time, if they want a home-cooked meal, they have to cook it themselves. They don't have the energy to do that, but they don't want to order another meal. So a lot of them eat crap the whole weekend." I shook my head. "And it's like that down the line. Women, particularly single women, try to pack a whole week's worth of domestic responsibilities into a weekend, and they just can't do it. They wind up miserable. Whereas I only have a few domestic responsibilities to do on the weekend, all of which I enjoy."

I knew Mom was unhappy about my life, and I was wondering when she'd get around to expressing it. Again.

"I think it's great that Joanna does so much for you. And I'm glad you enjoy spending time with Julie and Benjamin." I knew what was coming next. "But you need to spend time away from all of them. Establish your own life. Date someone. You're thirty-four. It's time for you to settle down with someone. Your biological clock is ticking. I want more grandkids."

Boom! There it was. Again. "I'm aware of how old I am. I've been busy building a successful career. If I had settled down with a guy, I wouldn't have had a baby by now. But I think I've finally reached the point in my career where I could have a baby without setting my career back. I don't think I need to find someone to settle down with to have a kid. In fact, I think I'm much better off having a baby while I'm living with Joanna and Brandon."

My mom took in a big breath. This was not the answer she was expecting. I had only recently had discussions with Joanna and Brandon about having a baby and hadn't shared with Mom what we had agreed to.

"What do you mean?" Mom asked slightly indignantly.

"When I have my baby, assuming I can get pregnant, Joanna will raise him or her when I'm on the road, just like she raised hers. I won't have to quit work. I won't have to stop doing 100% travel. If I were married to Bill 100% Travel Consultant, I'd have to quit my company before I make partner, and partner is where you make the big bucks. I'd get a local job so I wouldn't have to travel, and I'd put my kid into daycare. And they'd get sick all the time - I've heard the horror stories. The only way to not do that is to marry a househusband, and they don't interest me. I can't respect a guy who wants to be a stay-at-home dad. Joanna is a great mom, we agree on how to raise kids, and we'd split raising my kid just like we split raising her kids."

I looked at Mom, and she was frowning. I had hit a sore point. She didn't like Joanna and me splitting raising her kids.

"I think what you and Joanna do is weird. It makes me very uncomfortable."

"Joanna spends all of her week watching Julie and Benjamin. When Saturday morning comes around, she's ready for a break. And I'm ready to spend lots of time with my niece and nephew. So I step into the soccer mom role and let Joanna do what she wants. She likes being more like a grandma on the weekends. And I love being a parent to Julie and Benjamin."

"So the kids are with you and Brandon on the drive to the lake house, and Joanna is riding with us."

"Yeah. She's exhausted by Saturday morning from watching the kids, so Brandon and I take them everywhere on the weekends, letting Joanna recover. Including this trip. And on Sunday evenings when I leave, she's ready again to be a full-time mom."

"She's not exhausted by Saturday morning with Julie in school now."

"She's not exhausted as she used to be; they aren't as draining now that they are older. But it's summertime, and she has both kids full-time again. By Saturday, she's ready for a break."

We had had this discussion many times, and Mom never got more comfortable with our setup.

Tonight, she was going to get a lot more uncomfortable.

* * * *

"Wow!" I said as the lake house came into sight. Brandon and I had paid for the old lake house to be torn down and a new house built in its place. The new house was built on stilts like the old one, but that was the only obvious commonality. It was much bigger and its glass-and-wood-wall look was much more modern and appealing. Brandon had come out several times to check on its construction, but this trip was the first time for everyone else.

We parked the cars underneath the house and started pulling out boxes. Before the old lake house was torn down, we had boxed everything useful in it and stored it at our house. It was time to carry all the boxes into the new lake house. All the adults grabbed a box and climbed up the new, grander stairs.

Brandon unlocked the door at the top, and we all said "Wow!" as we walked in. The new lake house was beautiful. It had a large grand room in the center with five doors and a doorway leading off. The doors led to bedrooms, each of which had a large window. The doorway led to the kitchen. The side of the house facing the lake was all windows and glass doors. The dining area was just inside the glass doors, meaning we'd have a gorgeous view as we ate. The lake house still had a big wrap-around deck, but it was set lower than the floor of the house so it wouldn't obstruct the view.

"This is amazing!" said Mom.

"They did a marvelous job," said Dad.

Brandon said, "It cost a pretty penny. Now that you've seen it, I hope you understand why Kaitlyn and I wanted the title to the property before we sunk this much money into it."

"I was totally fine signing over the title to you," said Dad. "I wanted this house to continue in the family. And I'm thrilled you and Kaitlyn were willing to invest the money to turn this place into something spectacular. You two taking ownership of it before investing a lot of money into it makes total sense. Your aunt and uncle were in total agreement in turning the title over to you two. They'll be thrilled at how nice this place is now. It was so showing its age at the end."

"Oh, that kitchen." Mom shivered. "It still had the original appliances."

We moved into the kitchen and everyone oohed and aahed over the shiny appliances and the big work area.

Brandon said, "Enough gawking. We've got a lot to do before it's time to tuck the kids in bed."

* * * *

Once I had tucked Julie into bed, I joined the rest of the adults at the dining table. Joanna gave me a brief look and a slightly forced smile. I could tell she had done her best to be a good hostess and to put Mom and Dad in the best mood possible.

Brandon was sitting at the head of the table, with Dad to his right and Mom to his left. Joanna and I moved to stand behind his chair. It was time for Brandon to deliver the speech that we had all agreed to.

"We have some big news to tell you. You might already know or suspect this, but it's time to get it out in the open. I won't beat around the bush." He took Joanna's hand. "Joanna and I are happily married." He took my hand in his other hand. "After mine and Joanna's wedding, we did a similar service to marry Kaitlyn to me. We consider Kaitlyn also to be my wife and also a parent of Julie and Benjamin. Kaitlyn and Joanna have shared me since the three of us rented an apartment together at college. The way they share me now is that when Kaitlyn is home, she's my wife and the mother of my kids. When she's traveling, Joanna is my wife and the mother of my kids. This week, Kaitlyn will be my wife. She'll be sleeping with me at night and at nap time." Brandon squeezed my hand.

Mom and Dad's mouths were open. Finally, Mom said, "You aren't serious, are you?"

"We're very serious," said Brandon. "In a little while, Kaitlyn and I will adjourn to the master bedroom for the night."

"Come on," said Dad. "This is nonsense talk." Dad looked at Mom. "Don't you agree, Stacy?"

"Absolutely, JR."

"It's not nonsense talk," said Joanna. "It's how we've been living. And we're very, very happy living this way."

Mom asked Joanna, "Why would you share Brandon with Kaitlyn? Don't you love him? Don't you want him for yourself?"

"I love Brandon very much. We have a wonderful life together. And we have this wonderful life together because of the money Kaitlyn makes. She shares all she makes with us, and, in return, I share Brandon with her. She has the career she's always wanted, and I get to be a stay-at-home mom in a beautiful house like I always wanted. By sharing Brandon, we each get the life we want."

Mom replied, "Sharing your husband can't possibly be the life you want."

Joanna shrugged. "It's easy sharing Brandon now. Two nights a week, I sleep by myself and get to sleep in. I actually look forward to it. Brandon and I make love once a week on Sunday afternoons when Kaitlyn takes the kids to the park. If she didn't live with us, we wouldn't make love any more often and possibly even less as I'd be so tired."

Squire pushed his head under my free hand. I started petting him. Brandon, Joanna, and I had decided it was best if Brandon did the initial announcement and Joanna then present the advantages of our double marriage. We kept going with that plan.

Dad said gruffly, "So it was difficult at some point."

Joanna replied, "I wouldn't say difficult. There were definitely some days when it was Kaitlyn's turn and I wanted Brandon with me. It wasn't until Kaitlyn started working as a management consultant that I saw the big benefits of the three of us living as one. But all three of us have always communicated well and did all we could to make it work. And now, I can't imagine not having Kaitlyn as a fellow wife."

Mom asked, "What do Julie and Benjamin think of this? It must be terrible for them."

"It's what they've grown up with," said Joanna. "We've never hidden from them that Brandon sleeps with Kaitlyn when she's home. When we took the cruise last fall, Julie asked me about it. Brandon and Kaitlyn were staying in one cabin, and I was staying in the adjoining cabin with her and Benjamin. I told her then that Auntie and her dad were married, so it was okay for them to sleep together. I told her she can't tell anyone else that they are married as it was a secret. She seemed fine with that answer. And they like Kaitlyn taking over as their mother when she's home. They're tired of me bossing them around by Saturday morning, and I'm ready to not boss them around. Kaitlyn and I constantly discuss how we parent, so there's no difference in rules when she's being their mom compared to me."

Dad asked Brandon, "What do you think of it?"

"I love being married to both Joanna and Kaitlyn. I love them both. Kaitlyn's income lets me focus on being a good dad and husband. Because I leave at five and don't work weekends, I know I'll never be made a manager. And I'm fine with that. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world."

Mom turned to me. "You could get any guy you wanted. Why would you want to have your brother as your...guy." The last was said with disgust. She obviously wasn't accepting Brandon as my husband.

"I fell in love with Brandon. That week fifteen years ago when we were here with Paul, Brandon kissed my shoulders and neck to show Paul the foreplay he did with Joanna. Since then, he's been the only guy I've ever wanted. I know I shouldn't want to be married to my brother, but I do. He's been a great boyfriend and now husband. Building a life with him and Joanna has made my friendship stronger with her. I love the life I have now. I love my job, and I love being a mom to Julie and Benjamin. By sharing Brandon with Joanna, I get to do both. I wouldn't be able to do that if I was married to any other guy."

Mom and Dad looked at each other. They both looked very unhappy. Dad said to Mom, "This is bullshit, Stacy." He turned back to us and said, "If you're asking us to approve of this, we don't."

Brandon said, "We aren't. We own the lake house. We don't need your financial support. It's great having Sunday dinner with you every week, but we'll be fine if you want to discontinue it. If Kaitlyn and I sleeping together makes you uncomfortable, you can get in your car and go. It'll make us sad if you leave, but we'll still have a great time without you. The kids are looking forward to spending the week with you."

When we discussed this, we made the decision that we wouldn't ask Mom and Dad for approval. The best we could hope for was acceptance. Our hope was that they'd stick around to be with their grandkids.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, now with anger as well as unhappiness. Dad stood up. "Your mother and I will discuss this more in our bedroom."

Mom stood up, and the two of them walked off to their bedroom, closing their door loudly.

"At least they're still here," I said.

Joanna shrugged. "None of us expected them to take it well."

Brandon said sadly, "No, none of us did."

* * * *

Brandon and I were too upset about Mom and Dad to make love that night. In the morning, we got up early to get up before the kids got up. We started on breakfast for everyone. Mom and Dad came out of their bedroom after Benjamin loudly exited his. Mom and Dad continued to look unhappy, but they didn't say anything about Brandon and me. Instead, they focused on Benjamin and, after she came out, Julie. Joanna joined us a little later.

Joanna, Brandon, and I did our best to act like nothing was different, and that seemed to work pretty well. After breakfast, we took the ski boat out and had the kids ride in a "towable tube". It was more like a bright orange couch that we could strap the kids in. They loved it. Brandon and Joanna took turns skiing, and then the kids took another ride in the towable tube. As the morning progressed, Mom and Dad were in a better and better mood. We knew they'd be very unhappy with Joanna, Brandon, and me, but we had hoped that having fun with their grandkids would make staying angry hard. Our plan seemed to be working.

When we went in for lunch. I supervised Julie making grilled cheese sandwiches for her and Benjamin while Mom and Joanna cooked the meal for the rest of us. Once lunch was over, Joanna took Squire and the kids down the stairs while Brandon and I waved goodbye to them. Mom and Dad walked toward the door out with grim, unhappy looks on their faces, but didn't say anything to Brandon or me as they exited the lake house.

* * * *

Joanna took Benjamin with her as she went for a walk with Squire. There was a picnic table halfway between the lake house and the lake with a large pavilion tent around it to provide shade. Julie made a beeline for that. She was carrying a sticker book, a coloring book, and some crayons. Her grandfather went to lie down in a hammock. Her grandmother Stacy followed along and sat down next to her. Stacy saw this as her big opportunity to talk with Julie about what a terrible thing Brandon and Kaitlyn were doing. "Auntie and your dad stayed behind," she said to Julie to bring up the topic.

"Uh-huh. They told me they would." Julie smiled brightly. "Did you know that this fall I'm going to fly to New York City and meet Auntie there? I'm going to go when the school has a four-day weekend for teacher training. It'll be just the two of us. We're going to stay in a super nice hotel downtown, and we're going to see the Statue of Liberty, and we're going to a play on Broadway, and we'll take the subway everywhere!"

Stacy did know about that, but it wasn't what she wanted to talk about. When Stacy didn't respond, Julie went back to her sticker book. Stacy waited a bit until the trip to New York was no longer in the air and then asked, "Do you and Benjamin ever nap in the same bed together?"

"No!" said Julie in a tone that dismissed the idea as stupid. Julie didn't look up as she was busy putting a Disney princess into her book.

"It's not right for your dad and his sister to nap together."

"They told me they'd be napping together this week," Julie said matter-of-factly.

"And your mom told you that they were married."

Julie looked up from her sticker book. "That's a secret. Mom told me to never tell anyone. Benjamin doesn't know. He's not old enough to keep secrets."

"They're keeping it a secret because it's wrong for a brother and a sister to marry."

"I'm glad they're married," said Julie in a slightly defiant tone. "That means Auntie will live with us forever." She grinned widely. "I love Auntie. None of my friends have an Auntie." Julie moved to face Stacy more directly. "Some of them have aunts, of course, but no Aunties. An aunt who lives with them." Julie made a pooh-pooh gesture with her hand. "I have one friend who has an aunt who lives with her. But she lives with them because she doesn't have a job. She's not like Auntie, who chooses to live with us. My friends are envious that I have an Auntie who takes me to so many places and spends so much time with me."

Stacy was taken aback by this. It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. She tried to get the conversation back on track by asking, "You wouldn't marry your brother, would you?"

Julie laughed. "Of course not. Benjamin is gross. Did you know that dogs will eat their own poop? I can picture Benjamin eating his own poop." Julie leaned forward. "Dad is Auntie's older brother. He's not gross. He always treats her nicely. He never says anything mean to her." Julie leaned back. "Not that he says anything mean to Mom. But I've heard other dads say mean things to other moms."

Julie returned to her sticker book. Stacy felt stymied. She hadn't gotten through to Julie at all.

"When I grow up," said Julie after she unpeeled a sticker, "I want to be just like Auntie. Traveling the country, talking to important business people." Julie placed the sticker. "Also, I want a baby sister." She looked back up at Stacy. "I really want a baby sister. But Mom says that she doesn't want to have another baby. She has two kids and doesn't want to go through being pregnant again."

Stacy wasn't surprised by this news as Joanna had said the same thing to her. Stacy said the same thing she always said when Julie brought up the topic of wanting a baby sister, which she had done many times in the last few years. "You have a baby brother."

Julie frowned. "He's not a baby, and he's not a girl. I want a sister to play Barbies with. Someone to watch Frozen with. Benjamin hates Frozen. Someone I can braid their hair like Mom braids Auntie's hair."

Stacy sighed. She had had this conversation many times with Julie. "Your mother doesn't want another baby, so that's that."

"But what if Auntie and Dad make a baby? Wouldn't she be my little sister?"

"Well...err." Stacy didn't want to get into the distinction between half-sisters and sisters. She didn't want to think at all about Kaitlyn and Brandon having a baby.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if they had a baby girl?" Julie's face was filled with joy.

Stacy was disgusted by the idea of Kaitlyn having Brandon's baby, but she couldn't bring herself to rain on Julie's parade. "Don't count on such a thing happening."

Julie nodded her head. "They might have a boy instead." She returned to her sticker book and pulled out another sticker. "But it would be wonderful if they had a girl."

* * * *

After everyone left, Brandon took my hand and we walked to our bedroom. I went to the window and peered out to see Joanna and Benjamin walking Squire. One child found, I looked for Julie until I spotted her partially hidden under the pavilion on the picnic table. I then saw Mom sitting next to her. I froze for an instant. I knew Mom would try to persuade Julie that Brandon and me being married was wrong.

Brandon came up behind me and leaned into me as he looked where I was looking. "Mom is talking with Julie. Good. I feel like Mom and Dad are acquiescing about you and me being married, but not accepting it. I think Julie is the only one who can persuade them to accept us." Brandon squeezed my shoulders. "She loves her Auntie and is thrilled that we're married."

"You don't think..." I said cautiously.

"I think it's a risk we have to take. Julie loves you as a parent, and I don't see one talk with Mom changing that."

I looked back at Brandon and smiled at him to show my appreciation for his reassurance. "Then we should start working on that baby sister she wants so badly."

Brandon chuckled and stepped away from me. I checked on Benjamin once more and saw that he was having fun with a stick.

When I turned from the window, I saw that Brandon had a chair pulled out for me. "Have a seat," he said. I couldn't help smiling as I sat down in the chair, even though I felt time pressure - I wanted to complete our "nap" before Joanna and Benjamin got back. I felt butterflies in my stomach at the whole prospect of trying to make a baby.

Once I was seated, Brandon moved my hair out of the way and lightly kissed my neck. Despite how many times Brandon had done this, it still gave me shivers down my spine. Brandon said, "It was fifteen years ago today that I kissed your neck for the first time," and then started kissing slowly down my neck.

I replied, "I loved it then, and I still love it now. It was..." I thought back to that night. "I had never experienced anything like it. It filled me completely with lust." I could feel my nipples hardening from the sexual electricity Brandon's kisses were generating. "I wanted you. I wanted you far more than I had ever wanted any other guy. I had always thought highly of you and had been somewhat attracted to you, but once you started kissing me, I knew I had to have you."

Brandon had reached the bottom of my neck and started moving along my shoulder. When he reached my bikini strap, he started pulling it aside. I stopped him by grabbing my bikini top and pulling it off over my head. Brandon gave me another kiss as he brought his hands around to cup my tits. "You did get me," said Brandon. He resumed kissing along my shoulder. "And now you are my wife."

"I feel much more like your wife now that we've told Mom and Dad." Brandon had reached the end of my shoulder and was now kissing his way back toward my neck. "It was great today acting like your wife in front of someone besides Joanna. Mom and Dad were unhappy about it, but they accepted it, however grudgingly."

"They did. I don't think they'll ever be happy about it, but, hopefully, they'll learn not to be unhappy about it."

"I hope so too." I stood up and moved toward the bed. "And hopefully they won't go nuts when I tell them I'm pregnant with your baby."

"Well, I have to get you pregnant first."

I got a towel out of a drawer while Brandon pulled back the covers. "My gynecologist has done everything she can to prep me to get pregnant this week. I told her I'd be spending a week with an old friend and wanted to get pregnant by him."

Brandon chuckled. "I guess you could describe me as an old friend."

I stripped off my bikini bottoms, grabbed a tube of fertility-friendly lubricant from the nightstand drawer, and moved onto the bed. I laid down on my back and started applying the lubricant to my pussy.

"No foreplay?" asked Brandon.

"The neck and shoulder kisses have me ready. And I want to get to the babymaking."

Brandon moved between my legs. I grabbed his cock and guided it to my vagina. "I love you," said Brandon as he entered me. I loved how his cock felt inside of me, filling me.

"Go slow," I said. The lubricant wasn't as good as my natural lubrication after orgasming.

Brandon pushed forward slowly, pulled back, pushed forward slowly further, pulled back, and then pushed forward until his crotch pressed against mine.

I wrapped my legs around Brandon so he could not pull back. I asked, "Are you absolutely sure you want to knock me up?"

"Absolutely sure."

I loosed my legs so Brandon could fuck me, and he started doing so.

I had never really felt like Brandon's wife. Joanna had the ring. Joanna called Brandon "my husband" to everyone we met. And Joanna had conceived two kids with Brandon. I loved Julie and Benjamin, but being with them made me want to have my own kid even more. My kid to raise with Brandon. Being Brandon's wife openly in front of my parents had made being Brandon's wife feel much more real to me, but I knew I'd never really feel like Brandon's wife until I was holding our baby in the delivery room with Brandon smiling next to me.

"Fuck me, Brandon. Fuck your wife."

Brandon thrust forward harder, filling me with his manliness. I moaned an "Oh!" as he did so. I had my legs wrapped around the back of Brandon's legs so I could encourage him to thrust hard into me. I loved Brandon fucking me. He didn't rush. He put my pleasure before his own, knowing that a worked-up me was hot as hell in bed.

I rubbed my hands over Brandon's chest as he continued fucking me. Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I moved my hands to grab his forearms and squeezed. "This feels so good."

"This feels so right," Brandon replied.

I smiled. How could something that feels this right be wrong?

I moved my legs away from the back of Brandon's legs and then raised my right leg and put it on his shoulder. Brandon grabbed my right thigh with both hands. While I was doing that, I moved my left leg so it was off to the left of my body, spreading myself out as much as possible for Brandon. Brandon started really pummeling me in this position. And I loved it.

I grabbed both of my thighs close to my groin and pulled on them to spread as much as possible. I wanted Brandon to have a good look at my pussy.

"See this pussy. You're going to put a baby in it this week. And then the belly above it is going to swell as our baby grows. Do you want that, Brandon?"

Brandon didn't slow his pummeling of me. "I want that. I want you to have my baby, Kaitlyn."

I moved my hands back onto Brandon's chest. His skin was hot as I continued to rub it. Brandon continued pummeling me. If anything, he was slamming me harder now than before I mentioned his baby swelling inside of me. Whatever doubt I had about Brandon wanting to truly make me his wife by impregnating me was gone.

"I love you, Brandon."

"I love you, my wife."

I dropped my leg down, and we switched back to the missionary position. Again, I wrapped my legs around Brandon the back of Brandon's legs. Brandon fucked me more slowly, more lovingly. I looked up at Brandon's face and could see the pleasure my fucking him gave him. I closed my eyes and relaxed, savoring the pleasure. I knew Brandon would come soon. I knew he'd fill my unprotected vagina with his sperm and they'd begin swimming their way toward the egg that I'd probably drop tonight.

Brandon cried out, and I felt him coming. I felt the warm spurts shooting into me. I used my legs to pull him further into me as he continued pumping sperm into me, trapping him deep within me. I wanted all of his sperm to be inside of me.

"I love you," said Brandon.

"I love you, too."

A warm glow filled me. This was everything I wanted. I had the life I wanted, except for one thing. And now, I was very close to having that one thing.

* * * *

The week at the lake was absolutely wonderful. That I was Brandon's wife was never mentioned again when my parents were around, just as my sleeping and "napping" with Brandon was never discussed. Not discussing it seemed to be my parents' way of accepting that I was Brandon's wife, and I was fine with that.

Too soon, it was time to fill up the cars and leave the lake house. Too soon, I was flying on a plane to the client's site. That week had a special anxiety. Was I? Was I?

When I got home late Friday night, a pregnancy test and a timer were waiting for me on the counter of the master bathroom. I peed where I should and then went and snuggled with Brandon while telling him about my week. When the timer went off, I looked at the pregnancy test. Positive.

Eight months later, I had Harper. Brandon, my loving husband, was with me all the way through my delivery. Shortly after the baby was born, Joanna, Julie, Benjamin, and my parents visited. Julie was absolutely thrilled to have a little sister. Benjamin got bored quickly. My parents oohed and aahed over Harper as they had done with their first two grandkids. After a while, I told everyone that I needed a nap. Joanna gave Harper to Julie to carry to the nursery. Joanna and Dad walked on each side of Julie to make sure nothing bad happened. Benjamin followed them out. It was now just Brandon, Mom, and me in the room. Mom told me and Brandon, "Your father and I still disapprove of you two considering yourself married, but now that you have a child together, we think you should stay together."

I smiled. I was too tired to do anything else. As tired as I was, what I mainly felt was happy. I was very, very happy.

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