Honorable Infidelity 

The doorbell chimed cheerily. I frowned at the front door. It was after
10 PM - a bit late for company.

I clicked off the TV and dropped the remote onto the couch. When I took
peek through the peep-hole I cursed under my breath. Standing in the
hall outside my apartment was my sister-in-law, Grace. What the hell
did she want? The two of us could barely tolerate one another with my
twin brother, Tom, playing referee. I couldn't imagine why she'd think
I'd want to see her.

She knocked on the door insistently. "I can see you, Steve. Don't try
and pretend you're not home. This is important. Open up."

I sighed and unlocked the door. Without a "by your leave" she breezed
in like she owned the place.

"Come on in," I said to her back as she marched into the living room.
"Make yourself at home, why don't you?"

She proceeded to do just that, sitting down on the love seat and
crossing her legs. Her eyes shot a disapproving look at me that I
shrugged off.

I smiled wryly at my own wit and sat back down on the couch. I could
see what attracted Tom's interest in her. She was a beautiful woman.
What I couldn't fathom was why he actually loved this shrew. Not that
it mattered. After all, you can't choose your in-laws. And the law
frowns if you kill them.

Grace saw my smile, closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head.
She opened them and stared at me. "Look," she started. "You don't like
me. That's fine. I don't like you, either. But for once in your tedious
life I need you to try to be serious, if you can," she said. "If I'd
had any other options I would never have come here to talk with you."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but her words stung. "You
without a plan of action?" I was able to keep the sarcasm out of my
voice, but it was only a near miss. "I find that hard to believe. You
always know what to do when it comes to looking out for yourself." From
experience, I knew that anger and sarcasm didn't faze Grace a whit.
Being calm and sounding objective was the quickest way to cut her.

"This is about Tom," she said, ignoring my jab.

Grace never let me have the uncontested last word, and my snippy
comment should have made her go off like a rocket. That she ignored it
sobered me a little. That she was bothered about something concerning
Tom flat out scared me. I loved my brother and, as much as I detested
his wife, I knew she loved him without reservation.

"What about Tom?" I asked warily.

"I'm worried about him," she admitted her tone almost daring me to deny
her words. "Something happened, and I'm willing to bet money he hasn't
told you about it." There was a definite challenge in her voice. This
was one of the things I hated most about Grace. Every interaction with
her was a contest to prove who was superior.

I couldn't really condemn her for it, since I went out of my way to
push her right back. Tom said the problem was that we were too much
alike. He wouldn't take it back even after I tossed his ass into the
pool behind his house.

I thought about the last few times I'd spoken to him. He hadn't
mentioned anything earthshaking. He certainly hadn't mentioned anything
serious enough to cause Grace to come here without him. Unwillingly, I
nodded. "He hasn't mentioned any bad news, unless you count your
wedding anniversary next month. He thinks we should celebrate.
Whoop-ti-do." I swirled my finger in the air.

She rolled her eyes. "Jesus! What's with you? Grow up, for Christ's
sake. No, it's not our anniversary. He's depressed over something
serious."

Now that she mentioned it, he had sounded down the last time I'd talked
with him. I concentrated and tried to recall the phone call without
much luck. It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen him in person.
That wasn't normal, either.

"Okay," I said. "For Tom I'll call a truce. Tell me."

What she did next stunned me and ratcheted my anxiety to new heights.
Grace opened her purse and pulled out a tissue to wipe her suddenly
watering eyes. Her crying in front of me was inconceivable. She'd never
done that in the five years that I'd known her. Some women used tears
as a weapon, but I was convinced Grace thought they made her look weak.

With any other woman I would have tried to comfort her. However, while
Grace might stop crying if I touched her, it wouldn't help her. Well,
maybe it would, after she slapped the shit out of me - that might cheer
her right up.

Her self-control was too good to let more than a few tears through at a
time. She held the tissue in her lap and her expression defied me to
make something of them. Wisely, I thought, I chose to decline the
offer.

Then she collapsed back into her chair. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid he's
thinking about suicide," she almost whispered.

At first, her words made no sense to me. "What?" I could hear my voice
rising. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" I snapped.

She shook her head. "No, I'm serious." Her voice strengthened. "You
know we've been trying to have a baby for the last year. What you don't
know is that we finally went to a fertility specialist."

I sat up abruptly. That was news. Tom hadn't mentioned a thing about
it.

"After he tested us both, he said Tom had an abnormally low sperm
count, with low mobility," she said flatly. "Not zero, but low enough
to make having children naturally a long shot."

"How can that be?" I objected. "I've donated sperm and my count is just
fine. We're twins. He should be the same."

Grace rubbed her face tiredly. "Do you remember when he had that bad
fever when you were kids? The doctor said that probably did it."

That was depressing, as badly as Tom wanted children. But to consider
killing himself? I still didn't believe it.

"That's bad news," I agreed, "but it's not the end of the world.
There's always artificial insemination or adoption."

"I tried telling him that," she growled in frustration. "He wants to
have a child 'of his own blood.' Adoption's out. The doctor told us
that because of the low sperm count we might want to consider
artificial insemination. That sent Tom into a tailspin. I don't
understand why, either, dammit. He thinks this makes him less of a man
or some stupid thing."

I nodded my head slowly. "Yeah, I can see where that came from. Dad was
always bragging to us that having twins proved he was a real man. He
said that no real man needed anything other than what God gave him. Tom
and I really ate that up when we were kids. If the situation was
reversed, I don't know if I could go through with something like
artificial insemination either. Not and keep my self-esteem. But that
doesn't mean he's suicidal. Maybe depressed, but never suicidal."

She tensed up, and I got ready for her to tear a strip off me for
daring to contradict her. Then she slumped again, a bleak look crossing
her face. "He bought a gun."

I blinked in incomprehension. Tom hated guns. "I find that... hard to
believe."

She nodded in agreement. "So do I. I'd never have found out about it at
all if the guy he bought it from hadn't called and asked how Tom liked
it. I tore the house apart while Tom was at work and found it stashed
in the garage."

"Maybe he got it for protection," I said uncertainly.

Grace raised an eyebrow. "And buried it under a box of computer
magazines in the garage?" she asked sardonically. "I don't think so. I
moved it, of course. Then I started going back over his behavior since
the last doctor's visit. I asked him about seeing someone about feeling
depressed and that ticked him off. He said he didn't need a shrink. He
said we just needed to keep trying and God would provide."

"Maybe that's what he's thinking," I said with my best reassuring
voice.

"I might've let it go before today," she said with a tone closer to
despair than I'd ever heard from her before. "I went grocery shopping
and tried to call my friend Lucy when I got home. I hit redial and
instead of Lucy I got the suicide hot-line."

I stood up in alarm. "Shit! We need to get over there right now!"

She shook her head. "He's not home. When I pulled myself together
enough to think, I called David. You know how close those two are. I
told him how worried I was without telling him all the details. He came
over and dragged Tom off for an impromptu fishing trip. He promised he
won't let Tom out of his sight."

I sat down reluctantly. "That just puts the problem off. The trouble's
still there. We need to come up with a plan and get him help fast."

This whole thing had me turned upside-down. I couldn't imagine life
without my brother and I'd do whatever it took to help him, even if it
meant moving in with them and watching him every second of the day.
Even Grace in my face all that time was better than losing Tom.

Grace took a deep breath. "I've thought of a plan. One that will get
him out of this corner he's worked himself into. I need to get pregnant
with his baby."

I tried to follow the thought but I couldn't figure out where she was
going. "I thought that was the problem, not the solution."

"I knew this wasn't going to be easy," she muttered, more to herself
than me. "Steve, how much do you love Tom?"

"More than anything in this world," I said without hesitation. It was
true, too. Since our parents had passed on, we only had each other.
"I'll do anything for him."

"You might just have to," she said cryptically. "I know this is going
to be a stretch for that brain of yours, but try to follow along with
me."

I narrowed my eyes at her. Couldn't she ever be polite? "Maybe if you'd
stop jabbering on and just spit out your plan we could move forward."

She slumped, the fire leaving her eyes. "You're right, this isn't about
us. This isn't about what we want or like. This is about doing what we
have to do to save the man we both love. We know how stubborn he is. He
won't go into therapy, not even to save his life. We have to work
around him and that leaves only one plan, as distasteful as it is, that
has an almost perfect chance of making this right. The problem is that
neither one of us will be very happy with it."

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about," I assured her in
exasperation. "Just tell me what your plan is."

Grace licked her lips and I realized that she was nervous. That wasn't
very much like her, either. "I need you to get me pregnant."

I stared at her in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind? That is the
stupidest idea I've ever heard!"

The nervousness shifted to anger on her face. "Tom told me all about
the hare-brained schemes you've cooked up over the years. I'd hold off
on calling one of my plans dumb. I realize this is going to be hard for
you to understand, but you're an idiot. You wouldn't know a good idea
if it bit you on the ass."

Paradoxically, her insults made me relax a little; this Grace I knew
how to deal with. "Okay, genius. Explain the brilliance of your plan.
Then I'll tell you why it'll never work."

She leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees just below the hem
of her black skirt. "You're identical twins. That means that you have
the exact same DNA. Any child you fathered would be Tom's genetic child
just as if he'd gotten me pregnant himself. He'd never know."

"How do you know he'd never guess? He has contacts all through the
medical establishment and word of someone doing the procedure would get
back to him. Not to mention the fact that he could hardly miss the
whopping payment to the doctor leaving your savings account."

"I'm not talking about going to a doctor," she said with a hint of
steel in her voice. "I'm talking about doing this the old fashioned
way. I checked my temperature before I came over and I'm ovulating
tonight. We can do it right here without anyone else knowing."

That shocked me. "You'd cheat on Tom? You'd violate his trust? If he
ever suspected something like that he'd be destroyed worse than he is
now. Your marriage would be over."

"I would think that you'd like that idea," she snapped.

"You make him happy. I'd never screw with that," I said in an offended
tone. "If he suspected we'd cheated I'd lose him, too, you moron."

Grace gave me a brilliant smile, and spoke slowly, like she was talking
to a little child. "He knows I love him too much to ever have an
affair. Under any other circumstances, I'd never even consider sleeping
with you. Regardless, I strongly doubt he'd ever suspect us having sex
since we can't stand each other."

"Then we get to the second problem with your plan," I said. "You said
it earlier: I don't like you. You don't like me. What makes you think
you can convince me to do something that might make me toss my
cookies?"

"You think too much," she retorted. "The simple question you have to
ask yourself is 'can I make that kind of sacrifice for my brother?' I
asked myself that question and, as disgusting as I find the idea, I can
force myself to do it. This is for Tom, and I will do literally
anything to save him. Will you?"

I stared at the TV and tried to think this through. How far would I go
to save my brother's life and his happiness? Could I do this? I'd be
betraying him. That was worse than the fact it meant I'd have to be
intimate with her. I sighed and looked back at her. "I suppose you
might be right but I don't know that we could do this anyway. You don't
turn me on. In fact, you turn me off."

"Whatever," she said with a dismissive laugh. "You guys get hard with a
light breeze. We don't even have to take any clothes off. It would be
better for me to just bend over the couch so I don't have to look at
you. Unzip and in two minutes you'd be done and I'll be out of here."

I laughed. "You're probably right but it really pisses me off to be
talked about like that. Hookers treat their johns better than that. If
I do this, I want to see you as uncomfortable as I'll be. That means
doing this right."

She turned red with anger. "Why do you have to be such an asshole? I
have no desire to touch you any more than I absolutely  have to."

"And that," I said with a glare," is the price you have to pay. I don't
want to do this at all, so if you want to have a child then you need to
decide if it's worth it to you. Take it or leave it."

We sat in silence for a minute, exchanging glares. She was furious and
I knew why. She always got her way in the end. She couldn't stand
someone else one winning. She'd talked herself into this with the
thought that I'd jump at the chance of a quickie. What I wanted was to
put her through the wringer while I had her over the barrel.

She sighed and looked away. "I don't really have a choice. Fine." She
dropped her purse on the floor and stood up. "Let's do this and get it
over with so I can go throw up in peace." She grabbed me by the front
of my shirt and pulled me up. She was half a head shorter than me. She
looked up at me with hostility.

I didn't want to kiss her. That was way too personal. I put my hand on
the top of her head and pushed down. "Why don't you see if you can
convince my cock to cooperate?"

She swallowed and didn't bother to hide the look of distaste on her
face. "At least that's better than having to kiss you," she said,
unknowingly following my own train of thought.

"That's the damn truth," I agreed.

Grace rolled her eyes and sank to her knees in front of me. Her hands
were rough as they unzipped me and pulled my limp cock out.

"Hey," I said, grabbing her chin. "Not so rough. I'm not into pain and
I don't think you want me to return the favor."

With an evil smile, she bit my thigh right through my pants. Hard.

I howled in pain and yanked her head back by her hair, earning a gasp
and a screech. "Get out. This is bullshit, and I'm not going to play
your sick game anymore."

"No," she said, suddenly aware she'd gone too far. "I'm sorry. I won't
do that again. Please, don't make me leave."

I could see how much begging like that hurt her.

"Okay," I grumbled. "Though I still doubt you can even get me hard."

"Ha! That's rich," she said derisively. It didn't take much to get her
spirit back. "I can get that lump as hard as it's ever been. I'm more
woman than you've ever had or will ever have again."

She took my cock into her hand more gently and began jacking it slowly.
I had to admit that her hand did feel good but I wasn't about to let
her think she was even a quarter as hot as she thought. I thought about
her personality and that quickly squashed any arousal. My cock stayed
limp in her hand.

With an exasperated sigh, she glared up at me. "You're doing this on
purpose," she said accusingly. "You think you can fool me into thinking
I can't get even a jerk like you hard? Wrong." She unbuttoned her
blouse quickly and tossed it onto the couch. Her breasts were nice in
that frilly black bra, I had to admit. And with her on her knees I was
looking right down her cleavage. "Maybe an improvement in the view will
help little Peter along to the party."

"Maybe," I said with a malicious grin. "Let's see." I bent over and
unsnapped her bra, allowing her breasts to pop free. I pulled the
garment from her reluctant body and tossed it after the blouse. "That
looks better."

Her face was cloudy with outrage. She didn't like it when I did things
to push her further. Good. I grinned as I reached down and cupped her
breasts in my hands. Her nipples were not even close to stiff but a few
pinches brought an unwilling gasp from Grace and a sudden stiffening to
her nubs.

"That's playing dirty," she huffed. "But it does seem to have
interested Peter just a little. Let's see if I can get him onboard."
Before I had time to even stand up straight, she opened her mouth and
sucked the head of my cock.

Her mouth was like a wet velvet glove and I quickly lost my battle to
keep my erection down. As I hardened, I watched her eyes staring at me
triumphantly. She was back in control and she knew it. When I was fully
hard, she took my length into her mouth and did things with her tongue
that felt impossible. Jesus, she gave head better than any woman I'd
ever been with. I couldn't let her humiliate me like this. I pulled her
to her feet and stared into her eyes.

She smirked at me. "I think you can take care of business now. Shall we
get this over with?"

"I'm not done with foreplay just yet. Hold on to your horses."

"You're hardly a horse," she laughed.

"I'm the same size as your husband so I don't think you have too much
ground to stand on," I said with a wicked grin. Her smirk turned into a
gasp as I bent my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I
ran my tongue across it and nipped it hard with my teeth.

She grabbed my head, but not to pull me away. She forced my mouth down
on her breast and then groaned. "That feels good, you bastard. I like
having my nipples bitten."

"You don't like the idea that your body wants me?" I asked softly with
my lips against her breast. "That must piss you off. Too bad I'm going
to have you begging me to fuck you before too long."

She threw her head back and laughed. "Get over yourself! Like Dr. Phil
says, 'it ain't gonna happen!' You may look like my husband but I'm
not... Unggggg..."

Her tirade lost all headway when I dropped my mouth to ravish her
exposed breasts again. This wasn't about sex anymore. This was about
making her want it. Beg for it. I licked and sucked her breasts with
every ounce of skill I had. The closest I got to that was an almost
uncontrolled push of her hands on my head, pushing me lower.

I dropped to my knees and unsnapped her skirt, letting it fall to the
floor. Her French cut panties were the same black as her bra and they
covered a generous mound of dark hair. The scent of her arousal told me
that her body had betrayed her. Not that my cock had been any more
loyal to me.

Not giving her any time to recover, I sucked on her inner thigh and
made her moan. The moan cut off as quickly as she recognized it, but it
was too late. I pulled her panties down around her ankles and abandoned
any pretense of light foreplay by shoving my tongue inside her pussy.

Her damp sex told me all I needed to know and I did my damnedest to
make her scream in pleasure. I was going to have her cave in if it
killed me. With my tongue and lips, I split her sex and sucked her clit
into my mouth.

She didn't even try to disguise her panting. Her hands pulled my face
into her sex hard and she hunched her wetness against my lips. I was
about to slip a finger into her when she pushed forward and made me
fall backward. Rather than break my knees, I went down onto my back as
she rode me down.

She looked down at me with a mixture of lust and defiance on her face.
"Two can play at that game." With a deft twirl of her body, she lay
across me in a sixty-nine and jammed her pussy back onto my face. It
was ether eat or drown.

I felt her pulling my pants off. Then her hot mouth engulfed my cock
and she began working hard to regain her dominance.

With a woman's hot sex all over my face, being uninterested was no
longer an option. I would just have to try to make her come so hard
that I could regain the upper hand. The problem was that she was
sucking my cock so well it made my eyes cross.

We pleasured each other for a few minutes before she pulled back from
my cock and slid off me. Thank God. I didn't know how much longer I
could have lasted. She looked down at me with such desire that it
unsettled me. This wasn't right. I was not supposed to feel anything
for her but disdain.

My cock started to deflate. She saw that and swung her leg over my
thighs. "Oh, no, you don't! You owe me a fuck. Pay up." With a deft
motion she seated herself on my cock and sank until I was fully inside
her. My cock was surrounded by a white-hot volcano. I could feel the
juice leaking out of her and onto my balls as she began bouncing up and
down.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "This is for me. You're not man enough to make me
come but I can fuck you till I get there."

That was an interesting twist of logic to try and get around the fact
she was getting off. Too bad I had no intention of letting her get away
with it. I began thrusting my hips off the floor to meet her every
descent. I wanted her to come in the worst way now. I wanted to make
her scream.

Growing tenser, she closed her eyes and bounced up and down on my cock
furiously. She was lost in her own world now. Then she slammed forward
and began rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone as hard as she could.
I realized then that she'd been moaning steadily and now her voice rose
to a wail. Her clutching pussy threatened to send me over the edge but
I couldn't lose face like that.

My willpower was put to the ultimate test when she suddenly plastered
her body against mine. She clamped her mouth to mine, cutting her wail
to heated groans. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and fucked me
like her pussy was fucking my cock. She shuddered and collapsed on top
of me. Her pussy went into overdrive, her muscles rippling all along
the length of my cock.

I fought my own orgasm to a standstill. It was a close thing, but I
kept from blowing my seed inside her. When that happened it was going
to be by my own efforts. I rolled her unresisting body over until she
was flat on her back and I was in the saddle of her hips. Her eyes
opened and she looked up at me with curiously unfocused eyes.

"Now I fuck you for me," I growled.

"Do it," she urged softly. "Fuck me. Come inside me."

I grabbed her hips and thrust myself into her tight pussy. The rush of
desire made me giddy. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed again and
then to fill that hot pussy with my come. She looked so sexy, laying
there with her hair spread wildly around her face. Her eyes were lost
in the moment and she was grinding herself against me, wanting the same
thing. Our mutual pleasure.

I lost control of myself. I crushed my mouth to hers and took her. She
writhed against me, wrapping her legs around my hips and forcing me
even deeper inside her. My cock felt like it was melting from the
inside out.

Such pleasure couldn't last. I felt that indefinable moment that I
crossed the line and knew I was going to come in a few seconds. Grace
saw that in my eyes and began fucking me back wildly, her eyes
completely out of control.

"Come inside me, Steve! Come for me!" she cried and then threw her head
back in a scream of animal pleasure.

When I came to my senses, I was collapsed across her sweaty body. She
had my head cradled to her breast, her hand caressing my face. I could
hear her heart thundering against my ear. The scent of her body filled
my senses and I breathed her in.

She finally tilted my chin up so I was looking at her face. Her
expression was troubled. "I need to go."

I pulled back from her, blinking in surprise. "That's it? Wham, bam,
thank you, ma'am?"

Grace stood up on wobbly legs and I could see my come starting to run
down her legs. "What did you expect to hear?"

"I guess I expected you to say something different," I said, confused
by the disappointment.

She didn't say anything as she used my shirt to clean her sex with a
smile before dropping it on the floor and slipping into her skirt and
shoes. Only when she had her blouse on did she bend down to kiss me.

"Thank you," she said softly, "but this doesn't change anything between
us. This was all for Tom." Without a backward glance, she walked out my
door. Leaving me lying there where we'd just fucked like rabbits.

When I stood up, I also realized she'd left her underwear. I held her
panties to my nose and wondered what that meant.

-----

She was wrong. So was I, for that matter. Our relationship had changed
irrevocably. Surprisingly, it had changed for the better.

Our mutual loathing had morphed into something more like a friendly
rivalry. The one-upmanship seemed to be friendlier. Not that Grace or I
would give the other the pleasure of admitting we'd changed.

Tom changed for the better the day Grace told him she was pregnant with
his baby. Seeing them holding each other and crying made me incredibly
happy.

It is possible for a wrong to be very right, if it's done for the right
reasons.