As I woke up next to Laura, I noticed she was already awake.

The room still smelled of our escapades the night before.

Our Wedding night.

“Good morning, love.” Her voice still had that sleepy huskiness.

I huddled closer to her naked body, my voice muffled by her skin. “Good morning, my lovely wife.”

Saying it out loud, I felt my nipples harden. I was still wet from last night. And now I felt my juices flowing again.

The effect this woman had on me was unreal. And she knew it.

I felt her hand finding its way between my legs, and within seconds, we were again entangled in a frenzy of kisses and hands, caressing each other.

As she made me come for the first time that morning, I heard her whisper in my ear.

“I want your child.”

The thought of having a child with Laura had never crossed my mind, but in that moment, it brought me over the edge. And I wished I had the Hardware to just come inside her and impregnate her with my semen.

“Yes” I grunted the moment I came, not really knowing why. And in that moment, Laura came hard on my hand.

We had spent our honeymoon in the south of France, in a small cottage somewhere between Carcassonne and the ocean. We wandered through the soft, rolling countryside and learned the quiet rhythms of being close to one another. From time to time, Laura hinted at the idea of children, but I always let the moment pass, unsure how to meet it. Before our wedding, she had never spoken of wanting to be a mother, and I had never truly imagined myself becoming pregnant.

It was on one of our last days that the topic surfaced again. We had driven out to the ocean and found a secluded little bay for a picnic. The air smelled of salt and warm stone.

The waves were gentle that afternoon, rolling in and out with a kind of patient calm. We’d finished eating, and Laura sat close beside me, her knees drawn up, her gaze fixed on the wide stretch of blue in front of us. I could feel something gathering in her, the way her breath shifted, the way her fingers brushed the sand without really touching it.

“Helen?” she said at last, her voice careful, almost fragile.

I turned to her, waiting.

“I’ve been thinking about… how we might start a family.” She hadn't turned to look at me yet; she kept her eyes on the sea, as if the horizon made the words easier to hold. “I don’t want anything too clinical. Not in vitro, not the whole medical machinery. I want it to feel… connected. Close to us.”

A soft knot formed in my stomach. Not fear, exactly, just the awareness that something important was coming.

She drew a slow breath. “I was wondering if… maybe we could ask your brother.” Her voice thinned on the last words, as though she wasn’t sure they were allowed to exist. “It would mean the child would be part of both of us, in a way.”

For a moment, all I heard was the sea. The idea settled over me gently, strangely familiar and unsettling at the same time

The moment Laura’s words settled, something inside me jolted. Not loudly, more like a sharp intake of breath I didn’t let out.

“Laura… no,” I said, the words slipping out before I could soften them. “I don’t want you to have sex with Adrian” I stopped, searching for steadier ground. “Absolutely not.”

She turned to me then, finally meeting my eyes, and I saw the flicker of alarm, not at my reaction, but at the thought that she’d frightened me.

“No, Helen,” she said quickly, her voice low and earnest. “That’s not what I meant. I would never ask for that. I’m talking about a donation. Nothing more. He wouldn’t be involved beyond that. You and I would be the ones to conceive together.”

The knot in my stomach loosened a little, though not completely. The idea still felt strange, too close and too complicated, but the fear that had flared up was already fading.

Laura reached for my hand, her thumb brushing the back of it in a slow, grounding circle. “I only thought of him because he’s family. Because it would make the child connected to you. To us.”

I breathed out, finally. The sea kept moving, steady and indifferent, while the two of us sat there trying to find our way through something tender and enormous.

Laura explained the whole idea slowly, carefully, as if she were laying out something fragile between us. The more she talked, the more the tension in my chest eased. It wasn’t clinical; it wasn’t cold. It was simple, private, something we could handle ourselves without doctors or fluorescent lights or anyone else intruding on what we wanted to build together.

I found myself leaning into her words, surprised by how gentle the plan sounded. How human. How ours.

We talked for hours, letting the afternoon drift into evening. The sun slipped behind us, leaving the sky washed in soft pinks and greys, and somewhere in that fading light, I realised I was no longer resisting the idea. Laura had a way of speaking that made everything feel possible, even the things that scared me.

By the time the last warmth of the day had disappeared, she had convinced me.

All that remained was Adrian.

“My brother,” I said quietly, brushing sand from my palm. “If this is the path you want… you’ll have to be the one to ask him.”

Laura looked at me, understanding flickering in her eyes.

“I know,” she said.

And I let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of the decision settle. Not heavy, just real. Something that belonged to both of us now.

After we settled back home, our journey began. Laura and I still enjoyed our rather active sex life. But we also looked into methods of me inseminating her in the “natural way”

In her honour, it took Laura only one afternoon to convince Adrian to be our sperm donor.

He just had one condition.

He wanted to deposit his donation directly, be in the same room with us, to watch us, and then watch how his semen was injected.

Laura and I had an epic row about it. But in the end, I agreed. I just can’t say no to that woman.

We started tracking her cycle, and I have to admit that Adrian seemed a little too eager about it. He checked in several times and asked for a timeline of when he could come around.

We agreed on a Saturday in June. The week before, Laura and I had been shopping and had found an ejaculating dildo. It was a strap-on that could be filled with either artificial or real semen, and with a little pump, it could be made to ejaculate. We both decided that this method of insemination would be the closest to natural conception.

Laura had noticed how turned on I had been by shopping for this little helper. During our time together, we had explored different toys, and I was surprised to find that I always got a special kick from pleasuring her with a strap-on. Laura herself preferred other ways of reaching orgasm but agreed, from time to time to use those toys for my pleasure.

It was awkward when Adrian arrived that Saturday afternoon. After all, he was my little brother. But I could see why Laura had chosen him. We looked so similar. We had the same brown hair and dark brown eyes, the same cheekbones and low brow. The main difference was the little beard framing his face. We were both the spitting image of our father. Laura and I both hoped to see our features in our child one day.

I decided to have a little whisky with my coffee, and both Laura and Adrian agreed that it would be a good idea to take the edge off.

The three of us settled in our bedroom with our tumblers filled with the amber liquid.

We started chatting, and I was amazed by the questions my little brother had for us. He was clearly very interested in how our sex life worked. He wanted to know how we brought each other to orgasm and which techniques we liked.

At first, I was taken aback by his bluntness, but I noticed the shift in Laura. I had never seen her getting so openly aroused before. Describing to her brother-in-law how she brought me to orgasm excited her in a way that I didn't recognize. I noticed her hardened nipples showing through the thin fabric of her shirt. And when she shifted on our bed I saw the dark spot already soaking through her sweatpants.

She was clearly enjoying this, and I slowly realised that my wife might be turned on by this kind of voyeurism. This turned me on, too.

I also noticed that Adrian was shifting uncomfortably in the chair we had brought into the room for him. For the first time, I saw my little brother as a man, and my gaze fixed on the bulge forming in his crotch for the first time too.

He took the strap-on that we had placed on the side table next to his chair. He would need it to deposit his semen in the small chamber.

“And Helen will put this inside you?” He looked at Laura, and there was a glint in his eye that seemed entirely new to me.

“She’ll not only put it inside me, but she will passionately fuck me and bring me to orgasm with it. And then she will squirt your semen inside me.”

I saw the shiver run through Adrian's body, and his bulge grew noticeably bigger.

“Show me your cock. I wonder which looks better, Helen's or yours?” Laura smirked, and I felt my role shift from mere spectator as my own juices began flowing at their exchange.

As if we had tacitly agreed, the three of us began to undress together. Adrian smiled when he saw the dark stains on our knickers, and Laura’s eyes sparkled when his boxer shorts got caught on his semi-erect penis.

We just looked at each other for a moment, taking in this strange ménage à trois. Our agreement stood:

Adrian could watch, but not touch.

I nodded slightly and he sat down and grabbed the lube we had placed there for him.

It was time to begin.

Laura took my hand and pulled me onto the bed with her. She started kissing and caressing me immediately. I gently pushed my thigh between her legs. I noticed her state. She was soaking wet. I saw how she looked at Adrian while she tongued my mouth.

Laura got off on being watched. This was absolutely new to me. But I certainly didn't mind having her so willing and ready beneath me.

Having Adrian there and hearing him slowly wank his cock while watching us took some getting used to. But Laura's moaning and grunting easily made up for that little inconvenience. She pushed herself towards me, and I felt the first shivers of an approaching orgasm as she rubbed herself against my thigh. It wasn’t an earth-shattering climax; it was one of those micro-orgasms that promised a night of hot sex and multiple peaks. I could feel my level of arousal starting to rise.

Laura had noticed my reluctance, but after finding some relief, she turned me over, kissing and sucking her way down between my legs. I watched her head turn towards Adrian as she lowered her lips to my mound. And heard Adrian groan as he watched her go down on his sister.

She started sucking and licking my clitoris, and my hands found my hard nipples. I started tugging and rubbing them, adding to the amazing feeling. Laura's butt was in the air, so I knew Adrian had a good view of her glistening pussy. The fact that I was allowed to enjoy this delicious pussy while he wasn't actually turned me on. As I felt my first orgasm approaching, I turned my head towards Adrian. The sounds of his movements had become quicker and his groans louder. Now, as I felt my wife's fingers enter me to stimulate my G-spot, I watched my brother ejaculate into the small silicone sachet.

For the first time in our lives, my brother and I came together. It hadn’t felt as strange as I would have thought.

Laura had noticed, too. With her fingers still inside me, she lifted her head and looked at him.

'You've already finished? Can we take it now?”

Adrian smirked, and we both saw that his cock was still hard in his hand.

'Just the first round, ladies. Keep going and I’ll fill this thing up a bit more. I’d like to give you as many little swimmers as possible.”

He nodded towards the plunger syringe that Laura had also placed on the side table as a backup. 'It seems you’re expecting much more from me anyway.' He laughed.

Laura intensely watched the way his hand moved over his shaft, and I suddenly felt her push the same rhythm inside me. It felt strange, but also strangely erotic. I had just come, and although I knew it would be the first time that night, I also knew that I would need time to come again, as did Laura. She put on a show for Adrian. He was clearly enjoying it.

I shifted slightly. Laura got my hint. She moved out of the way a bit. This gave Adrian a front-row view of me being finger-fucked. It turned me on, too. I enjoyed seeing how my brother reacted to watching Laura finger me.

I felt Laura buckle, knowing she was eager to climax again. I hadn’t tasted her pussy yet, so I gently pulled her towards me. She slowly pulled out of me. I licked my lips. She knew what I wanted from her. She slowly moved up and straddled my face, rubbing her clit against my nose for a moment.

I remained in position with my legs spread, giving Adrian a view of my wet, dilated pussy. I started licking and tongue-fucking my wife. I could hear his laboured breathing as Laura got closer, her hips buckling next to my face as I pushed my tongue deeper inside her.

As she came, I lapped up her juices and heard Adrian grunt, too. I felt so ready for my next orgasm then, but instead of pleading with Laura to go down on me again, Adrian cleared his throat.

'Helen? If you want. You could try the first round.'

I saw him blush as Laura got off my face, allowing me to look at him.

'It's full.' His limp penis was lying on his thigh, and he was holding the strap-on out.

I nodded, and Laura hastily got up to receive the toy from him.

She helped me into the harness, which had a small butterfly vibrator attached to stimulate my clitoris while I was fucking her.

I stood next to the bed while Laura positioned herself on it. I noticed that she had chosen a position that gave Adrian a good view.

He handed me the tub of lubricant and watched as I squeezed a generous amount onto my hand and began to coat the silicone dildo. I noticed his cock twitch again as he watched me.

“Am I turning you on?” I grinned.

Adrian's blush deepened. 'A little bit.'

I turned to Laura, who was gently stroking her pussy.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded. “Make me a baby, Helen!”

We had chosen to try missionary, since the internet told us, chances of conception were best in that position. So I slowly crawled onto the bed. There was no more need for foreplay. We were both more than ready for the moment.

I carefully positioned myself between Laura's legs, guiding the tip of the strap-on towards her opening.

It was incredible to see the expression on her face as I slowly entered her. She knew that when I pulled out, she would be pregnant. Or at least, that's what we both hoped.

The thought of depositing my brother's semen inside her turned me on, and I started thrusting into her. I knew the chances of her reaching orgasm were slim, as she wasn't usually aroused by normal penetration. But perhaps pure perseverance would do the trick.

I leaned in and started kissing her, my tongue exploring her mouth while I moved my hips in a steady rhythm towards hers. We had positioned the little bulb that would trigger the shoot next to her, so that she could decide when to activate it.

The little butterfly was working wonders for me, so it came as no surprise when I felt my orgasm building. My movements inside Laura became more erratic, and she watched me climax with a loving smile. I knew she wanted to come too. Her dream was to climax with me and, at the height of our shared orgasm, have Adrian's semen shot inside her.

And I was more than eager to make it happen.

Laura's free hand wandered down between us, and I felt her massaging her clitoris. Her eyes widened as she touched herself, so I lowered myself a little to take one of her sensitive nipples into my mouth. I sucked and rolled it with my tongue the way she liked, and I immediately felt her movements change beneath me. We rocked in unison, the strap-on buried deep inside her, and I listened to her moans and Adrian's silent grunts from the chair across the room. He was going to witness me impregnating my wife, and for some reason, this thought ignited something in me. My movements became more forceful, and I lifted myself up a little to give myself more leverage and push deeper and faster inside Laura.

The change in pressure and speed altered the way the butterfly stimulated my clitoris. It felt amazing, and I knew I would climax again soon. Laura noticed, too. I could tell by the way she was rubbing herself that she was close, as well. I saw her hand. It found the little bulb. She nodded. She was ready for me.

I heard myself grunt and moan as I felt another orgasm approaching.

Laura suddenly let out a loud noise right under me. The moment my orgasm hit, she screamed in pure lust. Her legs wrapped around me, pushing my rubber cock deeper inside her and holding it there. 'Make me pregnant, Helen!' she screamed, squeezing the little bulb several times. We both came hard, and judging by Adrian's grunts, he came too. I collapsed on top of her. I was afraid to pull out. I hoped that I would help keep the semen inside her. But Laura carefully pushed me off. She grabbed one of our pillows and slid it under her hips. She tilted her hips upwards a little to keep the deposit inside her.

When I finally looked up, I saw Adrian standing next to the bed with a syringe in his hand.

He held it out to me. 'Just to be safe. I managed to fill it up, too.' He grinned.

I raised a questioning eyebrow at Laura, but she just nodded, looking totally exhausted.

'Why let it go to waste? Better safe than sorry.” She smiled weakly.

I took the syringe, which was almost as thick as the rubber dildo I had used before.

I slowly got on my knees again and turned towards her. Laura willingly spread her legs again, and I lubricated the syringe with the wet mixture that coated her before pushing it inside her. She winced slightly as I pushed it in deep, then slowly pushed the plunger, emptying Adrian's last load inside her.

"Keep it in for a bit." Laura moaned. “Just to be safe.”

I nodded and lay back down next to her.

We both looked up at Adrian, who had slowly started to gather his things.

‘Thank you, little brother.’ I smiled.

Adrian nodded. 'It was a pleasure.' I hope you decide to have a big family.

He winked at us and left.

Laura and I stayed in bed for a while, with me massaging her clitoris while the syringe was still inside her.

I was already looking forward to making love to my pregnant wife.