My Brother Made Me a Cuckold

It all began when the doctor revealed that my wife
wasn’t getting pregnant because of my low sperm count.

“You don’t have enough sperm and what little there is
just too weak,” the doctor said in a professional
tone, as my wife and I took in the disastrous news. He
then discussed the various options available to us, but
they were all expensive, and not covered by my health
insurance.

Betty was devastated at the news, but she said she
still loved me, and didn’t blame me. And besides we
only had to wait a year or two until we could afford
an alternative fertilization method.

I discussed the situation with my mother and she came
up with an idea that she said wouldn’t cost us any-
thing, and that the children would all look like the
rest of the family.

She quickly caught my attention because I was worried
about the child only having my wife’s physical features
and not mine if some stranger’s semen was used.

“I know you and he don’t get along well, but why not
let your brother impregnate Betty, I’m sure he’d do it
for free.”

I was speechless upon hearing mother’s thoughts.

“Y-You c-can’t be serious. Y-You know how I despise
him. T-The way he use to treat me in high school.
T-The things he use to say about me. Plus, h-he was
always your favorite anyway. “That m-must be why
y-you’re suggesting this. H-He’s …”

“I know, I know, … I’ve heard it all before son. But
that was long ago. Grow up Francis! You’re the brainy
one, the college professor. Isn’t what I’m suggesting
logical? Think about it.”

As I collected my thoughts, I had to admit that my
mother was right. Her idea was a perfect solution
except for the fact that I hated my older brother Nick
so much. He was so much the lady’s man and so athletic
and confident of himself.

At the same time he was also egotistical and always
teasing me because I was not as good as he was with the
women. He was always telling me how effeminate I was
and berated me for not liking sports and in his words
“other manly stuff”.

“Mother you’re right, I am getting upset over nothing,
because I’m sure Betty would never go along with having
intercourse with Nick. She’s just too much a lady to
even entertain such an extreme idea. But the idea of
Nick giving us a donation of his semen when we can
afford alternative fertilization, that part she and I
both can accept.”

After dinner that evening, I casually told my wife
about my mother’s ridiculous idea but said that the
idea of Nick being a sperm donor was probably a good
one.

Expecting her to agree with me totally, as she typi-
cally did, I was surprised by her questioning why I
couldn’t let bygones be bygones and agree to Nick
impregnating her directly. She made it plain how much
money we would save, and that we wouldn’t have to wait
to save enough to have a medical procedure.

“After all he is family and you know how bad I want to
be a mother.”

I couldn’t help raising my voice at the woman of my
dreams, for my hatred of my brother was that deep. I
raised the same objections that I had with mother.
Seeing I was making myself upset, I calmed down and
apologized to her on my knees. I could see I’d made
her quite upset too.

“I understand darling. After all, you two are quite
different. He’s more of a playboy and you’re a steady
rock solid type of guy that is devoted to his wife and
family. That’s why I love you so much. I don’t want
to make you angry again, but I want you to think about
it, don’t you think that something like this might
bring you two closer together?”

“Highly unlikely,” I politely replied.

After my wife and I had our discussion about mother’s
idea, things seemed to change around the house in very
subtle ways. For one thing, she and my sister and
mother began to spend more time together.

I though nothing about it and even encouraged it,
because I was away from home much more often than be-
fore due to an opportunity to pick up more money by
teaching night classes, in addition to my regular day
workload. Betty seemed glad too. I assumed it was
because we could save up faster to get her pregnant
and start our family sooner.

My wife, while still very loving, wanted me to abstain
from sex and have another test done to see if my sperm
count would improve.

“Honey, I’ve gone through this twice before. I don’t
think it’s going to do any good.”

“You never know darling. Please do it for me.” She
cooed sweetly.

I reluctantly agreed. I didn’t want her to think badly
of me. Plus I loved her so much. She knew I hated to
abstain from sex, but if that’s what it took to please
her, she knew I’d do so. Even if it was for six long
weeks.

After the first week, due to my abstinence, the extra
work, and all the pretty coeds in my evening classes,
I’d often be quite horny when I came home. I wanted
to make love to my beautiful petite wife so badly, but
knew I couldn’t.

When I went through the test before, it was I who
initiated the idea of me giving her head since I
couldn’t do intercourse. However, recently, to my
surprise, it was her who urged me to be her “pussy
sucker”.

She didn’t use words like that except on special
occasions, like on our anniversary night or a special
night out on the town. She was not given to using
risqu� or vulgar language. She really seemed to get
a much more rousing orgasm from my tongue than before.
I mentioned to her that she seemed to be more juicy
than when I tongued her before.

The last time I mentioned it to her she just said,
“It’s just your imagination dear. Thanks for a good
sucking,” she said pecking me lightly on the lips.
“Now go to sleep, and don’t play with yourself, because
if you come, you’ll have to start all over again just
like you did last week when you came in your sleep.
You lost two weeks of saved up cum.”

“I’ll try dear.” I replied as I laid there with a
throbbing hard on and the taste of her in my mouth.

She was sound asleep in less than five minutes. As I
lay awake for at least three hours tossing and turning
with an aching prick, I couldn’t get it out of my mind
that somehow her cunt seem to taste slightly different.
It seemed to have a more full bodied taste than before.

I finally pushed the thought from my mind as I slipped
off to sleep after what seemed an eternity of watching
her beautiful figure lying next to me. She was so near,
yet so far away.

It was a Wednesday night and a transformer in the area
went out causing the building where I taught to lose
power. Class was excused three hours early. Thank
goodness for small favors I thought as I drove home.

Not having been by to see my mom in a while, I decided
to surprise her and stop in on my way home and sur-
prising Betty too, by coming home at a decent hour for
a change.

As I turned the corner to mom’s house. I noticed my
wife’s car in the driveway along with my sister’s, as
well as another car with out of state tags. I just
thought mother must have a visitor, so thought nothing
of it as I rang the doorbell.

‘What an idiot I am, remembering she hadn’t got the
door bell repaired yet. So I used the spare key she’d
given me for emergencies and opened the front door.

When I walked in, I was about to announce myself when
I heard loud moaning sounds and the creaking of the
floor coming from upstairs. At that exact moment, both
my mother and sister emerged from the kitchen where
they had been watching TV.

“W-What is that noise? And where is Betty? I asked
puzzled by the look on their faces as well as the odd
state of affairs in the house.

I impulsively started up the stairs, as my mother and
sister grabbed both my arms. They tried to stopped me.

“Francis dear, don’t! You’ll be sorry. Go on home and
we’ll talk about it later. It’s the best thing, trust
me.” Mother said in a concerned tone.

“Yes Francis, it’s best if you do as mom tells you.”
My sister added.

I protested and accused them of hiding something. This
went of for a few moments before they let me go. It was
obvious I was determined to see what they didn’t want
me to see.

“If he wants to satisfy his curiosity, who are we to
stop him mother,” my sister replied with a rather un-
usual but malicious smile on her face.

Mother finally agreed and let me go. However, she too
had a smirk on her face too as I rushed up the stairs.
I flung open the door. What I saw before me cause me
to drop to the floor in a dead faint.

“Francis! Francis! Come on Francis honey! Wake up!”

As I opened my eyes, it was my wife’s lovely, but panic
stricken face.

“Whew! Thank goodness, you had us all worried there
for a minute.” She said with a sigh of relief. The
others present also echoed her sentiments.

As I gained control of my senses I saw my mother,
sister and my brother Nick, and of course my wife. My
wife and Nick were still nude. Nick walked over to
pick up a robe after helping me to a chair. It was
more like he picked me up and put me in the chair with
one hand. Even in my groggy state his powerful muscles
were very evident.

My wife hugged me and realized she too was still naked
in front of everyone. She blushed and grabbed her robe
to cover herself. As she did, I couldn’t help but
notice the obvious wetness that ran down between her
thighs. She and my brother sat on the bed facing me
as I slumped in the big old easy chair.

It was obvious what was going on. There was a con-
spiracy between my mother, sister, wife and my brother.

I was angry! I could see they were concerned, but at
the same time, the look in their eyes were like burning
stares that gave me the impression that they were also
laughing at me. I was livid. I was so angry that I
didn’t know what to do. I wanted to cry, but I just
couldn’t give my brother the satisfaction of seeing
me do that.

Everyone started talking at once. I sat there stupidly
as everyone tried to justify what they had done. I
couldn’t concentrate on what they were all saying,
everything was a jumble. I was still angry and on the
verge of tears, and finally asked everyone to leave
the bedroom except my wife.

“Just be quiet, Let me talk Francis honey. I know
you’re upset. I can’t change what you saw or how you
found out. But I’m going to tell you this. You have
to understand that if I went to this extreme, you must
know how much I want us to have a baby. Our baby.

I know you have some disagreements with your brother.
But you have to understand that I must love you very
much to do this. Anyway, I believe you’ll find your
brother is more mature than he was the last time you
saw him. He and I have been having sex for the last
three weeks and I’ve got to know him better. Besides
being a super lover, he has some nice qualities. I
want you to give it a chance darling.”

I tried to reply but couldn’t. I was tongue-tied at
hearing my wife talk so matter-of-factly about cheating
on me with my brother.

“I want you to go on home, dinner is in the fridge,
just pop it in the microwave. I want have more sex
with your brother before I come home. I was on my
second orgasm when you walked in on us, and I want to
get some more cum out of his big thing before he
leaves. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.

I hope you can realize what it’s like for me to be a
woman in heat, especially with a stud around like your
brother.”

“Y-You g-got off — off twice?” I asked feebly.

“Yes! Actually, he gets me off four or five times every
time we do it. He has so much more staying power than
… er what I mean.”

“You don’t have to say it. I-I know what y-you mean
Betty.” I cut her off in mid-sentence. I didn’t know
what hurt me the most, what she said or the beaming
smile on her lovely face.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be home later. Try not to
think about the negative side of this. Only the bright
side – us having our own child.” She said as she held
the door for me.

I was annoyed by her action to rush me out of the room
and her impatience to get back to Nick. But what
could I do except leave.

“Nick darling, come help Francis down the stairs.” She
yelled. It sounded like I was a feeble old man or
something. Which I felt like at that moment. “Remember
I love you darling.” She said kissing me on the cheek.

Even though helpful, I could sense that my brother was
smug and comfortable with his role my wife’s lover.

Here I had fainted as he was fucking my wife in a way
I could only dream about. She had confirmed it to me,
and now he was helping me out of the room where he was
“doing” my wife. I could tell that he was impatient to
get back to it.

“We’ll talk some more Fran when you’re feeling more up
to it, but right now I’ve got to go finish something.”
my brother said with a side-long glance at me.

The unrestrained tenting in his robe showed that he was
still erect despite all that had happened.

As he climbed up the stairs, he adjusted his stiff cock
as best he could. When he reached my wife at the top
of the stairs their arms hooked around each other as
they disappeared into the room and slammed the door
shut.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see both my mother
and sister smiling at the situation. I mentally sighed
and wondered to myself when would Nick stop being the
cause of my humiliation.

I sensed my sister, who was very dominant anyway,
enjoying my plight. I wasn’t sure about my mother,
after all, she was letting all this go on in her house,
albeit, she reasoned that she too had a stake in Betty
having Nick’s baby. That is, she didn’t want to wait
any longer for grand kids.

My sister also claimed that she wanted a cute little
nephew or niece since she didn’t plan on having kids
herself.

My family justified their aiding Betty in her adultery,
and didn’t seem to consider my feelings in the matter.

My Mother tried to console me by hugging me as we went
over their reasons and discussed my feelings of be-
trayal.

When the ‘now’ familiar noise from upstairs became
audible in the room where we were sitting, it was more
than I could handle. I rushed toward the door with
tears running down my face.

I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, but both my mother
and sister saw me crying as I made it toward my car.

My mother said in a loud enough voice for me to hear
her from the drive way, “Baby, go home and jerk off,
it’ll make you feel better.”

I’d found out from her that the test I was saving up
for was just a ruse to keep my inferior jism from mix-
ing with Nick superior sperm. Before the door slammed
behind me, I barely heard my sister and mother’s last
statements.

My sister said, “It’s a wonder Betty hasn’t left him
for a real man before now. He’s such a cry baby and a
milquetoast. Imagine, him fainting instead of fighting
for his woman.”

“Don’t be so hard on your brother, he’s not as strong
as you and Nick. He and Betty love each other in a way
that’s true love. And true love wins out over physical
love every time.” I heard my Mother say as I fumbled
for my car keys, fighting to find the ignition.

When I got out of the shower, I could smell food and I
heard movement in the kitchen. Betty must be home.
She apparently had stayed out all night as it was 8
o’clock and I had to be at a class in an hour.

“Morning darling, I came over to fix your favorite
breakfast. Sorry I didn’t make it back last night.
Since you knew what was going on, and er … and
besides I thought you might need some time to yourself
to let things sink in sort of …”

I replied politely, but coolly. It was definitely not
with the warmth and radiance with which she was
beaming.

She sat opposite me as she enjoyed her coffee. I
couldn’t meet her eyes, she looked so beautiful to me.
I cringed because I knew the serene look she wore was
because of another man, obviously a better man – my
stud brother.

“Did you masturbate last night honey? I was hoping
you did. After all, it was sort of cruel to have you
abstain, but there was no other way not to hide from
you what was going on. You do understand what we were
saying last night about not running the risk of your
weaker stuff being mixed with Nick’s?”

Irritated, but feeling so ashamed at the turn of
events, I sat silently after mumbling very cryptic
answers to my talkative wife. I wondered — did she
really know how bad she was making me feel? Did she
even care?

“Good, because now at least, I can jerk you off and
help you sleep better. I still want to confirm I’m
pregnant before I let you have sex with me again
though. You do understand don’t you dear?”

Again I mumbled a muted `Yes’ as I held the newspaper
in front of my face trying as best I could to ignore
her, and hide my shamed face.

“Honey, I really understand how this must be bothering
you. But you know what they say about the best laid
plans of mice and men. Well, anyway, maybe it’s better
this way. Because if you thought it was your semen
that made me pregnant, you would’ve considered the
doctors a liar. This way you know the truth even
though it’s a bit painful to your pride. But I’m
hopeful you and your brother can mend the rift between
you. I really think that this baby might do that
trick.”

That was the most stressful meal I ever sat through.
I started by not wanting to touch her, but when she
opened her arms to me, I melted into them and replied
in kind when she told me she still loved me. It felt
good to be in them after last night.

I went to work in a better mood than I envisioned I
would when I awoke.

Two weeks after the fateful night when I fainted in
front of my family my wife was notified by the doctor
that she was pregnant.

My family had brought him in on their conspiracy, so
he wasn’t surprised at the turn of events.

“You’re a lucky man Francis to have a wife so under-
standing and a brother who could help you out in the
bedroom department.”

Again, I wondered if the doctor, liked members of my
family, knew how certain words could only come out
sounding humiliating.

I meekly smiled, what else could I do. I was hoping
that the little inadvertent quips, quotes and phrases
that didn’t help my mental posture would be few and
far between, but when I presumed that no more barbs
were forthcoming to ridicule my manhood, or lack of
thereof, more would always seem to come out.

“Ah. Here’s a preliminary sonogram test. Well I’ll be
damned, you’ve got twins in the oven Betty!” The doctor
said in a very unprofessional tone. “That brother of
your really knocked you up right!” He roared.

After spending some more time telling us about what
Betty could and could not do as she got bigger, he
dumped a bit more humiliation my way.

“Speaking of bigger, your brother must be much larger
than you Francis.”

“He is, much larger, why do you ask?” My wife inter-
jected. Did she know she was again trampling over my
manhood again?

“I could tell by how much you’ve been stretched. I bet
you had fun getting pregnant,” the Doctor said chuckl-
ing as he showed us out of his office. My wife just
smiled and winked at him. My face was red, I was flush
with shame.

“Now Fran honey, he didn’t mean any harm,” my wife
said as we walked back to the car. She was calling me
Fran just like my brother. I corrected her. She
apologized. I felt better.

As we drove home, I let her know I was glad this phase
was over and that Nick could go back where he came
from.

There was a long silence from her. Then she spoke.

“Dear, I want Nick to stay around, after all, he’s a
part of this too, even though you’ll be the legal
father of our children.”

We had a long, almost heated discussion all the way
home about my brother. Not only did she want him to
stay, she wanted him to stay right where he’s been for
the last three weeks since I found out about the
family’s little plan, in the guest bedroom next to
ours.

She finally said that we would pick up the discussion
later and quickly ran into the house and right into
his arms. She told him the news and they both reacted
as if they were the happy couple instead of Betty and
I. They French kissed each other. I could tell it
was a very wet juicy one.

It dawned on me then and there that they were in love.
The though sent a deep chill down my spine, and I
silently went into my study and did some serious think-
ing about my options and how to reclaim my wife’s love.
I knew my bargaining power was not only minimal, but
‘very’ minimal.

During the last three weeks, the relationship between
Nick and I was cordial but distant. He occasionally
referred to something in the past, and when I let him
know I perceived it as unpleasant, he’d chuckle and
gloss over it. However, it was clear he was in the
driver’s seat, because my wife slept with him over 90
percent of the time since he moved in with us.

Many times she woke me up in the middle of the night
and had me exchange places with him so he could be with
her in the larger bed in the master bedroom. This was
so humiliating, but I reasoned that as long as no one
outside the family knew of it, I could swallow my pride
– what little was left of it.

But as my wife had said, my philandering brother had
matured quite a bit. I came to the conclusion that
I’d find out just how much, albeit, in a way that I
hated doing, but I knew I had no other choice.

It was late Friday night. Betty was exhausted form
the day’s activities of finding out she was with child,
or should I say children, as well as fucking both my
brother and I in way of celebration.

Now that it was official she was pregnant, she finally
allowed me some intercourse again. After she and I
made love, she and Nick had a rousing bout that lasted
the customary two-plus hours as compared to the twenty
minutes it took me to get her off once. Over 15 minutes
of that was me lapping her luscious cunt to do what my
small tool couldn’t do.

She’d been sound asleep for three hours when I decided
I had to make my move. I eased out of bed and went
downstairs where Nick was watching a late night movie.

I nervously greeted him and used the excuse that I
couldn’t sleep. I proceeded from that with some other
small talk. Finally, I got up the courage to get to
the real reason why I was there.

“N-Nick I-I know B-Betty is in love with you. I-I
suspect if you wanted to, y-you could talk her into
l-leave me. I-I never thought I-I’d have to do t-this.
B-But please don’t take her f-from me, s-she’s all
I-I’ve got.”

“Calm down Fran. You got some woman there. She’s got
class and she’s sexy and has really learned how to do
it good in bed. You can say I broke her in. She’s a
good piece of ass, but of course you know that. Yep,
she’s the kind of woman I’d love to settle down with
and raise a family. I want you to know it didn’t start
out that way, but it’s turned into much more. And
believe it or not, I love her too.”

“B-But Nick why her, y-you can g-get almost any w-woman
y-you want. It took me so long to find her, please,
I-I’d be willing to do anything to k-keep her.”

I went back up to bed with my brother’s assurance that
he wouldn’t take my wife away from me as long as he
could be around her, as well as the kids, when they
were born. He let me know if I didn’t accept that
condition, he just might try to make her leave me. It
was not what I sought from him, but I knew it probably
was the best deal I could make, everything considered.
We shook on it.

He did make it very clear, as if I didn’t already know,
that regular sex with Betty was included in the deal.

The thing I hadn’t counted on was him being non-
negotiable about moving out of the house. However, he
did promise to get a job and pay his share. All in all
I concluded I couldn’t have asked for much more than
that.

As I eased back into bed without trying to wake my
wife, I mentally sighed and thought of all the compli-
cations we small pricked nice guys have to go through
to get and keep the women we love.

As I settled down and was about to close my eyes, Betty
turned over and hugged me. She startled me.

“That was so sweet of you. You really do love me don’t
you Honey?”

“Of course I do dear. B-But what was sweet of me?” I
inquired with a puzzled look on my face.

She revealed that she was on her way downstairs to see
Nick and overheard everything we talked about. I could
see her broad smile even in the dark room.

“You really thought I’d leave you after all these
years?” She cooed sweetly as she snaked her hand into
my pajamas and started handling my prick. I was sur-
prised at how aroused she must have been.

I told her about my observations and all about my fears
upon seeing her and Nick so adoring to each other. She
was rhythmically but slowly stroking me with two
fingers as we talked quietly. It was so pleasant.

“Well, you’re right. He has made me feel at last like
a woman, in ways we both know you can’t. But the only
way he would’ve been able to convince me to leave you
would be if you would’ve been unreasonable about
things. And of course you haven’t, and I love you for
that. However, the three of us will work out just fine
— as long as you remember your place.” She said in a
warm, but serious tone.

“M-My p-place?”

“Yes honey, what I mean is that it must be understood
that Nick is the real man of the house now. Any con-
cerns you have will be considered, but he will have
the final say so. Understood?”

My cock pulsed at the exact same moment she laid down
the law to me. I came all over the inside of my pajamas
and her hand. It was a sticky mess as she continued to
milk me anyway.

Embarrassed, cowed, defeated, but feeling good, I was
unable to come up with any kind of counter argument on
the spot. As I slumped back into the bed, I meekly
acknowledged to my smiling cunning wife that I under-
stood `my place’.

“Well honey since you couldn’t hold your load for me,
how about using your sweet tongue to get me back to
sleep.”

I sheepishly positioned my face between her parted legs
and felt her hands on the back of my head as I started
to lap away.

Her genitals still reeked of the heavy sex she’d had
with my brother even though she’d had a towel between
her legs to soak up their bountiful love juices. Her
crack was still slick and her bush was still musky and
moist. I started to say something, but with all that’d
happened in the last hour, I decided that it was my
best bet to accept things and not give her or Nick any
cause to say I was being unreasonable.

After a short while I got over the pungent smell of
her sex and became engrossed in the flavor, and how
rich she tasted. Fifteen minutes later, she closed
her legs around my head with a rousing orgasm. Her
hairy cunt got even juicier and I continued to lick up
her flowing pussy juice until she relaxed her leg
clamp around my head.

As I raised up with my face awash with pussy fluids,
Nick was in the bed and holding her. He was nude and
his big nine inch boner was at the ready.

They both looked at me in a way that I can’t described.
I really felt awkward. I’d surely eaten quite a bit of
my brother’s residual spent semen from his previous
session with her. He had to know that.

I felt so silly as I got up and tried to compose myself
and ended up wiping my face with the same towel that my
wife had used to sop up the previous lusty mess they’d
made earlier. To make matters worse my wife reminded
me about cleaning up the sticky mess in my pajamas.

There was a low chuckle between them as I was about to
leave the room. Nick was positioning himself between my
wife’s shapely legs in a more conventional manner than
I had just been in. However, Before I could leave, my
wife asked me to do one more thing.

“Honey be a dear, and put Nick in for me.” She said
with a lusty smile on her lovely face.

Not knowing what else to do, even though I know now I
was being purely humiliated by my wife, I passively
gripped his huge stalwart rigid penis and guided it
into her juicy cunt.

“Honey, I think we may need to have some practical
rules of operation for the three of us.”

I listened intently. What she said was practical but
again, humiliating to me once again — whether she knew
it or not.

Her rule was that Nick would make love to her first
whenever we were both to fuck her in the same day.

“You see honey, and I know you can’t help it. But all
you do when you go first is get me aroused with your
little thing, and then after you come, which is usually
in a very short time, you spend so much time sucking my
pussy to get me off, you’re tired and I’ve still only
come once, at the most twice. I still feel frustrated
and not satisfied.

Now when Nick is through with me, what you can do for
me really works out well for both of us. You get off
and your tongue doesn’t have to work so hard and it
feels so soothing on my bruised and ravished cunt, and
it really feels good to get off when you do that to
me.”

She did say that when Nick wasn’t around and she needed
a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more
than welcomed as a way, in her words, “to take the
edge off her horniness,” while she was waiting on his
big dick.

Again, I was at a loss for words. I’d basically been
relegated to “sloppy seconds”, literally, whenever my
brother was around.

At five months, Betty’s stomach was huge. However, I’d
never seen her looking more radiant wearing her many
colorful maternity outfits. When we were out and about
she was the perfect adoring wife giving me all the
credit for impregnating her. That really sent my self
esteem through the clouds even if it was only until I
returned home to the stark reality of me being nothing
more than a pathetic figurehead of a husband and man,
desperately trying to hold on to his wife and keep the
marriage intact.

As she got more swollen, Betty also became increasingly
more dominant and arrogant when we were alone or at
home and especially in the presence of Nick. She seemed
to be constantly ordering me around and requiring me to
wait on her whenever my mother or sister were present.
For some reason they both encouraged her in doing this,
and also ordered me around. On many visits it was as
if I was the servant for them all.

My wife seldom requested my brother, her adored lover,
to do anything except snuggle up to her. In many cases
she waited on him hand and foot and often had me do the
same.

As she got bigger it was more difficult for me to have
sex with her due to the shortness of my prick. There-
fore I was basically put off limits to her pussy.

She would sometimes jerk me off, but often I had to do
it myself as she was often not in the mood to be
bothered with me.

Nick on the other hand with his longer and seemingly,
perennially hard member, had no problem reaching her
from the back and side. She enjoyed him much better
than me anyway.

However, as she got bigger, the doctor curtailed the
vigor of her sexual efforts as well as restricting deep
penetration by Nick. She decided that a different
approach had to be taken to get her off while meeting
the safety concerns of her doctor’s advice.

I’ll never forget the discussion we had on that subject
one evening after I’d put in a long day at school.

“Francis honey, I think I’ve come up with a way to
enjoy the fullness of Nick’s dick and get off without
moving around a lot.”

I was pleased at her success and naturally inquired as
to her approach.

“Well, honey, first I want you to read this.” She
handed me a nutritional analysis of what I perceived
to be some food substance. The name of it had been
taped over. She warned me not to remove the label
just yet.

“Some pretty nutritious stuff.” I replied after
glancing over the page.

She assured me it was all natural with no additives.

I was still puzzled as to where this was all going,
when she came back to the subject of a better way for
her to get sexual fulfillment.

“Now here is the plan darling. I’ll be on all fours
with your face under my crotch. Nick will mount me
from the rear. That way, it will shorten the length
of his big cock that actually goes in. By the way, as
you’re laying under me – with your feet toward my head
of course – you can lick my clit and if necessary, hold
back your brother’s big cock to limit how far it goes
in. That’ll be like a safety measure in the event he
and I get carried away.

Now, sweetie, here comes the important part. You see
the doctor is also concerned about my vaginal lining
becoming irritated by semen. There is some chemical
compound in it he’s worried about. He doesn’t want
any ejaculate in me until after I’ve had our babies.
OOH, feel them kicking dear. Here! Feel here!”

Before I could object about her wanting me to lap her
clit or hold my brother’s big dick as they fucked, she
raised the maternity top and placed my hand on the
taunt skin over her swollen gut. The kicking was very
pronounced.

“I just know you’re going to be a proud papa dear.”
She said as she planted a warm kiss on my lips. Kiss
my tummy dear to show me you’re glad I got knocked up
by Nick.”

Red faced, I meekly bent over and did as she asked.
I kissed her swollen belly, the living proof and the
ultimate humiliating indication of my cuckoldry.

Even though expected, it always amazed me to see how
big she’d gotten by my brother’s handiwork. Addi-
tionally, my wife always seemed to have the knack of
reminding me at the oddest times of how I was not the
biological father of the babies she carried. I came
to learn she got some sort of perverse pleasure out
of seeing me squirm each time she did it to me.

“Now darling back to what your role will be in getting
me off in my current condition.”

I was flabbergasted when she finally explained the
remainder of her plans for me.

“W-What! I-I can’t!!” I objected loudly.

“Now dear, before you say can’t, lets review the
facts.” My wife interjected as she opened a folder
showing all the research she’d done in preparation for
my anticipated objections.

“I-I don’t care if his hot semen is n-nutritious, o-or
h-how common it is i-in different c-cultures it is for
lesser m-males to … to s-suck their wife’s lover’s
prick … b-because they w-were b-better men. I-I just
can’t. P-Please Betty! Sob! Don’t humiliate me any-
more than you have. I-I just … Sob! … can’t t-take
it anymore.”

I lost myself emotionally and ran out of the room on
the verge of crying.

I drove around for a while not knowing where to go. It
was already 10 O’clock at night and I hadn’t eaten
since lunch. What hunger I had, left me after listen-
ing to my wife’s plans.

When I realized I was near my mother’s, I drove to her
place. Being the mama’s boy that I was, I guess this
was the best place for me to be in my emotional state.

“I was expecting you Francis dear,” She said as I
walked in. “Betty phoned and said that you got upset
and stormed out of the house. I’m glad you came to
talk things over with mommy.”

It felt good to hug and be hugged in mother’s powerful
arms and to be held close to her bosom. I uncontrollab-
ly blurted out the reason for my turmoil. She calmed
my down, and had me go slowly over everything in detail
as she prepared hot tea for the both of us.

As I sat there in the kitchen drinking tea, I began to
feel better. My mother calmly had me walk through each
step of my wife’s humiliating role for me in her un-
usual sex plan strategy.

Mother had always been extremely logical and I admired
her ability to dissect a problem to show its flaws.

The tea was delicious. She poured me another cup. There
was a new ingredient I was not accustomed to. I inquir-
ed as to what it was.

“Drink it all down dear and then I’ll tell you.”

I wasn’t sure if it was because I hadn’t had any food
or what, but the tea made me feel so comfortable and
contented.

“I put a little something in your tea that our family
doctor had prescribed to help you adjust to what you’re
going through sweetie. It’s called E-Tranquilizers. I
dissolved a capsule in each cup. It will not only help
you relax and not have anxiety attacks, but help you
cope when your silly male pride gets in the way of
logical thinking.”

Under the influence of the drug, I listened intently
as mother talked.

“So you see dear, you pulling out Nick’s penis when he
signals to you he’s ready to come, keeps her vagina
from becoming inflamed by his virile semen.

Now after you pull him out, you have two choices. You
either left him shoot all over your face and the bed,
which will result in a quite a mess which has to be
cleaned up. Or you to simply slip it into your mouth
and be a warm wet sucking receptacle for his abundant
ejaculate.”

Personally I think that would be the best option be-
cause it’s tidy, and it’s better for him to come in
something that is closet to being like your wife’s
cunt. That’s just the way it is for big men like your
brother.”

They’re just not accustomed to coming in the air, like
you do when you jerk off or when Betty jacks you off.
Real men don’t really feel good unless they come in
something close to a warm wet pussy.”

As always, when my mother went through something step
by step it made more sense to me. I talked to her
about my wife’s increasing dominance and humiliation.

“As I’ve told you before, being pregnant has changed
her body’s chemical balances. So you really can’t
blame her for all her actions. You have to be a loving
understanding husband and accept them. That’s all
there is to it. After the babies are born, she may go
back to her original personality or it may be a per-
manent change – in that case you’ll just have to put
up with it honey.”

I inquired if there was some drug for her to take if a
it became a permanent condition.

“Our doctor said no. You’ll just have to be a devoted
loving loyal husband and accept her the way she is.
However, since Nick will be a part of your family, it
will make it easier for you. She’ll have someone to
keep her happy in bed and she’ll be much more tolerant
of you and your in-adequate She loves you dear, but
it’ll be expressed in a different way than maybe
before. Your love is all that’s needed to see you
through, and maybe an occasional one of these
E-Tranquilizers.

These are potent, so the doctor doesn’t want you to
take more than you really need. He only gave me those
two. He’ll prescribe more if you need them. He also
recommends swallowing your pride and doing as she
wants. Just remember, you’re doing it for the good of
your marriage – and now dear, also for your family
that’s on the way. You must never forget that although
it’s your brother’s seed growing inside your wife,
these are legally your children. They are your
responsibility.”

Mother prepared me a cup of soup and a sandwich. It
hit the spot and made me feel marvelous.

She also confirmed that the “E” in the capsules she
gave me stood for Estrogen.

“Yes dear, just as you suspected, it’ll make you a bit
more feminine to keep your male macho side from getting
in the way of being a good husband to Betty, and more
accepting Nick’s role in your house now. It’s all for
the good of your marriage Francis.”

I called Betty and apologized for my earlier outburst
and told her I’d be glad to play the role she desired
for me in her new sex plan. “I’ll swallow his come when
he’s ready to ejaculate, if that’s what you really
want,” I meekly told her.

As mother walked me to the door, she told me to be
prepared for something else that my altered personality
wife probably would desire of me. She said to keep it
in mind, but not to mention it. She just wanted me to
be ready for it. “Remember dear, to be forewarned is
to be forearmed. And sweetie, do remember, you are
your brother’s keeper and I’m proud of the both of you.
You for being the loving understanding husband and him
for making you a father.” She said as she hugged me
goodbye.

I didn’t reply, because I knew mother was being sincere
and meant well, but I’d come to the conclusion that
there was just no way of getting around the humiliated
in my situation.

Nick and I and the family were assembled in the hos-
pital waiting room when the nurse walked in and con-
gratulated me on the birth of a healthy set of
fraternal twins – both five pounds each and in perfect
health.

While the nurse was congratulating me, others in my
family, including two of my mother’s uncles and an
aunt were doing the same to Nick.

It appeared that, what was suppose to be a closely
guarded family secret was well known by many in my
family and my wife’s also. I wasn’t suppose to hear
it, but I overheard a relative whisper to another that,
“his sperm is just too weak to make babies and he has
a pencil size cock.” I heard another whisper back.
“At least he’s smart enough to get a real man to do
the job for him as well as give his wife what she
needs.”

My uncles more or less didn’t really congratulate me,
other than to say how happy I’d be to have kids in the
house. I knew in their eyes they felt I was less than
a man.

The nurse only allowed me to go in and see my wife for
a minute. I thought, finally some respect for me as her
husband, but my little bubble pride didn’t last long.

As soon as my wife saw me and before she talked about
the two beautiful babies she’d just had, she asked how
Nick was. And as soon as the nurse was out of earshot,
she asked if I had been a “good little hubby” and taken
care of her man’s needs.

Even though the E-tranquilizers had helped me accept
my cuckoldry, I still was embarrassed talking about
some matters with my brazen wife.

“Y-Yes dear, I-I did as you told me. I-I have been his
c-cocksucker whenever h-he wanted me to.” I said
softly as I hung my head. And he had, I was swallowing
at least one huge load of his hot gooey sperm a day
while she had been in the hospital for the last 6 days.

“Good! I didn’t want him to have any reason to go out
and get some from another woman while I’m having these
babies”.

Mother had been right about my wife wanting me to not
only help her have decent sex while she was bloated
with the twins, but also had a plan for me to be a
sexual surrogate for her pussy while she was in labor
and recovering. That is, as best I could, Nick didn’t
really care for my blowjobs nearly as much as he did
for my wife’s pussy.

But a few days later she was home and the smell and
noise of two babies filled our house.

I was busy changing diapers and making formula for
“our” new son and daughter. Betty was the dutiful and
doting mother, but whenever someone needed to get up
in the night to see about them, it was me. She and
Nick basically told me that was exclusively my job.

Nick plays with them, but seldom, and I don’t think he
ever actually changed them. For that he either called
me or Betty. Betty also let me know that I would
always have to re-arrange my schedule to baby sit if
she and Nick should ever want to go out together.

As the children grew, it basically became my respon-
sibility to be their nanny.

This allowed Nick and my wife to have all the freedom
they needed to go out and party. Many of the neighbors
have already concluded that he is more the husband and
man of the house than I. They basically see me out
strolling the twins, cleaning around the house and
shopping for groceries, while he’s always out with my
wife socially. This was especially true when they
went on a cruise for a week and I stayed at home
babysitting.

As far as the bedroom is concerned, Nick is firmly in
charge there. We still have adjoining rooms, but Nick
spends far more time with, and in the bed with her, and
in her too, I might add, than I do. In fact about the
only time she ever lets me put it in is on our wedding
anniversary and the kid’s birthday, and then only after
Nick has had his fill of her.

Almost everybody in both her and my family knows that
she only lets me into her bed rarely and that I have
to beat my meat for sexual relief most of the time.
They also know that she always brings me her used
slimy warm moist swollen pussy to me for a tongue
cleaning after Nick’s made it messy. This is really
the only way she seems to enjoy me having sex with her.
I’ve grown quite acclimated to eating hairy cream pie
and look forward to fucking her that way.

All in all, we do have a stable marital and family
arrangement now. The kids are three years old and so
adorable. They all look like members of the family.
My role of a subjugated cuckold is firmly established
and there’s almost no way I can get anymore respect
than what little I have to live with now.

However, things are about to be topsy turvy again. My
wife told me she wants “us” to have another baby.

Mother was glad to hear that Nick and my wife, Betty,
were going to make me a father again, as well as her
a grandmother again.

One Reply to “My Brother Made Me a Cuckold”

  1. Well, I know my limit of stories now, this is fucked up even for me. Eventhough its just a story I feel bad for the character and he should divorce her. Need time to erase the image of this

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