Chapter 19

For the next three weeks, I pampered my wife, Monica, as her pregnancy neared term. When our scheduled appointment with Lisa came due, Mom volunteered to watch Camila.

On the drive over for her checkup, Monica said, “Lisa’s new boyfriend, who is in the same program as she, will be assisting, so don’t act alarmed when you see another man in the room.”

“No problem,” I replied. “Have you met him?”

“No,” she replied. “Lisa and I have been texting daily, so I’ve been keeping up with how things have developed between them. They’ve been friends for quite a while, but after your conversation with her last month, she decided to take the plunge. They’ve been inseparable ever since, quickly falling for each other. I just hope she doesn’t rush into things and ends up regretting her decision.”

“She won’t,” I replied, steady with quiet assurance.

“You certainly sound confident. Have you talked to her?” Monica asked.

“No, but I did warn her to think long-term when choosing someone to start a relationship with and plan for it to be for life. She’s charming, intelligent, and captivating. No man in his right mind could resist her. If she believes this is the one, he’d be a fool to let her slip away,” I explained.

“Plus, she’s a great lover, as you’ve experienced first-hand,” she giggled while reaching over and squeezing my thigh.

“That she is,” I answered, pausing for a few seconds, before adding, “but not near as good as my wife.”

“Or your mother,” Monica corrected me, stroking my leg. “That’s why I love you so much. With all the women you’ve bred, you’re still able to express your deepest love to close family.”

“Mom and you keep me grounded and my heart will always belong to you,” I replied, placing my hand on hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I just hope it won’t be awkward for her, having the father of her child and her boyfriend in the same room,” she said, her voice tinged with anxiety.

“It shouldn’t be a problem,” I assured my wife. “I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure her happiness.”

“You’re such a good brother,” she replied, stroking my arm.

After pulling into the driveway, I exited and walked to the passenger door to assist my very pregnant wife out of her seat. Rubbing her distended stomach while kissing her, I murmured, “I love you so much.”

Martha greeted us at the door and guided us into the exam room, where Lisa and her boyfriend stood, both dressed in scrubs. The young man stepped forward, extending his hand to Monica. After a brief handshake, he turned to me, his face etched with a mix of nervousness and concern.

“Hi, I’m Henry, but my friends call me Hank. I’m training in the same field as Lisa, and I’d like to participate in today’s exam for the experience. Would you mind if I joined?”

I gripped his hand firmly and replied, “Nice to meet you, Hank. I know you wouldn’t be here without my sister’s approval, and I’ll do whatever I can to support her success. I’m certain my wife shares my feelings, but it’s ultimately her decision.”

Hank turned his focus to Monica, his questioning face silently asking for approval.

She intertwined her arm with mine, clasping my hand gently. “I completely agree with my husband,” she said, her voice warm. “We love Lisa dearly and will stand by whatever she decides.”

His body relaxed, hearing our approval, prompting Lisa to peck him on the cheek. “I told you there wouldn’t be a problem. My family has always fully supported me in everything I do.”

Martha stepped to the door and said, “Now that we’re set, let’s get Sam settled into the waiting room, while you two prep Monica. I’ll be right back to supervise the exam.”

After leading me to the back room, she turned, facing me, and said, “It won’t be long. Lisa and Hank work really well together and need very little instruction. Make yourself comfortable.”

Rather than playing one of the video games I’d set up for Lisa’s clients, I surfed on my phone. After twenty minutes, the door opened and Hank entered with a broad smile. Taking a seat beside me, he said, “Everything’s going smoothly with your wife’s pregnancy. She and the baby are in excellent health and there’s nothing to be concerned about. While they’re wrapping things up, I excused myself to have a private moment with you.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as his expression grew serious. “Does he know Lisa’s baby is mine?” I asked myself, bracing for the worst.

“From what Lisa has shared with me, she’s broken ties to her father and looks up to you as the head of the family, even though you’re younger than her,” he began.

After a short pause, he continued, “That’s why I wanted to speak with you. I want you to know that I’m deeply in love with Lisa, and you have my word that I’ll do everything in my power to make her happy. While I’m not here to formally ask for her hand in marriage as I’m waiting for her to make that decision on her own, I felt it was important to share my feelings with you.”

Relief swept through me as he avoided mentioning her child. Noticing his nervousness, I leaned in and confided, “Hank, let me share a little secret. When Lisa first told us she was dating someone, we advised her to be cautious, knowing that whoever she chose would inevitably fall for her. The fact that you’ve stayed by her side all this time tells me you’re the one meant for her.”

His smile broadened upon hearing my approval, his nervousness melting. “Thanks so much, Sam,” he said sincerely. “I already feel like part of the family. I won’t let you down.”

“Sam, I’m ready to go,” Monica called out from the front room. Rising with Hank, I gave him a firm handshake just as Lisa walked in. Her glance flicked between us, her expression one of curiosity mixed with joy, uncertain of what we’d been discussing.

As we drove home, Monica, reflecting on the checkup, commented, “I’m so happy for Lisa. Hank strikes me as incredibly intelligent and kind. From the way he acted, it’s clear he cherishes Lisa as much as we do. What do you think?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied. “I really like him, and I’m thrilled for both of them.”

Changing the subject, Monica said, “They invited us out to dinner at Roscoe’s on Wednesday night to become better acquainted.”

“And it just keeps getting better,” I chuckled. “Pizza is always a good way to butter me up.”

When I met Camila at her school on Wednesday afternoon, we enjoyed a long walk through the park on our way home. Entering our house, the familiar smell of lasagna hit me and I immediately recognized it as one of Mom’s specialties.

Camila darted into the kitchen, exclaiming, “Hi Grandma! That smells good!”

Following behind, I greeted Mom with a light hug, and said, “Hi Mom. A little early for dinner, but we’re always grateful for the help. I take it you’re preparing for your evening to spend with Camila while Monica and head out to join Lisa and Hank?”

Before she could answer, Monica wrapped her arms around me from behind, her rounded belly pressing against my back. “Welcome home, dear. Dinner is for me and Camila,” she said softly. “I’m feeling a little bit tired and want to stay home tonight so I asked your mother to attend the dinner for me.”

I turned and kissed her, consolingly stroking her arms. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, concerned that something might be amiss. “We can reschedule the dinner for a later date so I can stay here and take care of you.”

“You worry too much,” she giggled, her eyes sparkling. “I’m fine, but just don’t feel like going out with your child constantly practicing his kickboxing on me. Besides, it’ll provide me a chance to spend time with Camila, since you’ve taken over bedtime story duty lately.”

Seeing their triumphant expressions, I gave in with a chuckle, “Alright, I surrender. It’s clear the women in this household have all the power.” Laughter ensued as everyone began bustling around, preparing for the evening ahead.

On our way to the restaurant, I took a moment to admire Mom’s outfit and remarked, “Nice dress, Mom, although you look like a schoolmarm. All set to impress Lisa’s new boyfriend?”

“Thanks for noticing. I’m even wearing a bra. No slut Mommy for you tonight. We don’t want to scare Hank off by exposing our immoral depravities,” she replied, causing both of us to giggle.

During the remainder of the drive, I shared everything I knew about Hank, including details from my conversations with him and Monica. When we arrived at the restaurant, I quickly spotted them sitting at a large booth and guided Mom toward it. Hank was seated on the end, with Lisa beside him and another woman next to her. Mom slid in first, while I sat directly across from Hank.

“Hi, Mom,” Lisa greeted warmly. “Is Monica okay? When we spoke earlier, she looked forward to joining us.”

“She’s just tired,” Mom replied. “She felt bad about staying home, so you’re stuck with your old mother instead.” Hank and Lisa chuckled, while the other woman offered a polite smile, her discomfort evident as she seemed unsure of how to join the conversation.

Mom turned to Lisa and teased, “Lisa, have you forgotten your manners? Why haven’t you introduced us to this lovely young lady yet?”

The woman blushed, looking a bit shy, as Lisa spoke up. “Sorry, I was so focused on Monica that I completely forgot. This is Vicky, Hank’s sister. She dropped by earlier, and after much persuasion, I convinced her to join us tonight.”

“Hi, Vicky,” Mom said warmly, extending her hand. “I’m Melissa, and this charming young man next to me is my son, Sam. He’s Monica’s husband and Lisa’s brother.”

Vicky shook Mom’s hand, then pulled back with a polite smile. “Hi, Melissa and Sam. I hope I’m not intruding on your family gathering, but Lisa wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“I’m so glad she didn’t,” Mom replied with a genuine smile. “We already think of Hank as part of the family, and naturally, that includes you as well.”

The server took our orders, and Mom, noticing Vicky’s unease, drew her into a warm and engaging conversation. Meanwhile, Hank focused his attention on me. As we chatted and joked, Lisa occasionally chimed in with humorous stories of their courtship, adding lighthearted moments to the evening. While we ate, I noticed the tenderness and care Hank showed Lisa. It was clear he was the perfect fit for her.

During a pause in the conversation, my gaze shifted to Vicky, who bore a striking resemblance to Lisa. Her dirty blonde hair was swept into a neat bun, though a few soft strands framed her delicate face. Every so often, she’d glance in my direction and nervously adjust her oversized glasses, adding a scholarly charm to her wide, expressive blue eyes. Her simple yet elegant navy dress complemented her reserved demeanor. As I observed her, I found myself wondering about her profession, perhaps a librarian.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mom asked, “Vicky, may I ask if you’re also in the health industry, like your brother?”

Vicky’s cheeks turned pink as she answered, “No, not at all. I’m far too introverted for that kind of work. I’m an accountant, more like a bean counter for a corporation. I don’t interact with people much, and honestly, I prefer it that way.”

“Sounds like you’ve found the perfect profession for yourself,” Mom said with a warm smile. “It’s always a blessing to truly enjoy what you do.”

By the end of the meal, Vicky and Mom were giggling and chatting as if they had been lifelong friends. From Lisa’s expression, it was clear how much she appreciated the way Mom had warmly welcomed Vicky into the family. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, and soon, we were saying our goodbyes and heading home.

I dropped Mom off at her house before returning to ours, where the rooms were steeped in darkness. I quietly checked Camila’s room, only to find it empty. Knowing my wife, I had a good idea of where to look.

Sure enough, when I entered our bedroom, Monica was asleep on her side with Camila nestled beside her, both lost in peaceful slumber. Monica stirred slightly at the sound of my footsteps and smiled, nodding toward Mom’s house. Without a word, she conveyed her intention to stay the night with our daughter.

Before leaving, I stopped by Camila’s room to scoop up Dinah, our beloved cat and carried her to the master bedroom. As soon as I placed Dinah near Camila, her little arm instinctively reached out, wrapping around the softly purring cat. Smiling at the tender sight, I tiptoed out and made my way back to Mom’s house, where all the lights were already out.

After entering Mom’s room, I shucked off my clothes and slid under the covers, snuggling next to my mother’s warm body. My hand snuck around and caressed one of her soft breasts, finding her nipple already hardened. When my cock stiffened and lodged between her rounded buns, her hand slipped between her thighs, grabbed my prick by its head, and guided it into her hairy, wet pussy.

I slowly shoved my hard cock into her silky, tight glove, relishing the blissfulness of once again fucking my beautiful mother. While clasping her spongy tit, my fingertips squeezed her nipple while fucking her horny pussy.

She shifted her top leg upward giving me more room to bury my cock deeper into her hungry, gripping pussy. After ten minutes, her body twisted and churned with pleasure. Not wanting to cum, I lowered my hand until my fingers found her engorged, puffy clit. Gripping it between my fingers, I stroked it until her pussy convulsed with her orgasm. Hot fluids bathed my cock as I fucked her through her climax. When her channel ceased squeezing, I eased out of her, knowing I’d blow my load if I remained in her warm oven.

Once she regained her composure, she asked, “Monica sent you, didn’t she? Is she alright?”

“Camila was sleeping with her, and Monica didn’t want to disturb her rest. She loves spending time with our daughter, so it turned out to be the perfect opportunity for me to bond with my mom,” I replied.

“She’s such an incredible mother and wife,” Mom remarked. “I have a feeling she orchestrated the entire dinner plan, stepping aside so I could take her place. She must’ve sensed I was missing my son’s attention. She recognized my horniness and need for a good fucking from my hunky son.”

“In that case, I better obey my wife and take care of my mother,” I replied, shifting backward. Rolling her onto her back, I moved on top of her and sunk my slick prick into her soaked slot. She grunted when my cock slammed into her, my balls colliding against her ass.

She spread her legs out widely, bucking her hips upward, matching my powerful thrusts. I wrapped my hands around her breasts and squeezed while rapidly pumping my fleshy piston in and out of her silky, slick, fleshy sleeve.

She gasped and mewed, “You’re fucking your mother so good, baby. Kiss me.”

With our mouths sealed, our tongues danced together while my hands played with her tits and my cock serviced her horny hole. Even though we had committed the immoral, incestuous act many times in the past, it felt as if it was the first time whenever we made love. Her body was on fire, causing both of us to sweat as our bodies writhed and meshed together.

Releasing her mouth, I nestled my head alongside hers, gasping for breath as I put all my energy into pounding my cock into her tight, clenching cunt. Her short, heavy breaths of hot air bathed my ear as she groaned from the pleasure.

I concentrated on other subjects to forestall my orgasm, allowing Mom to climb to my level of excitement. Flexing my hips, my bloated, spongy cock head slammed against her back wall, bringing out a wail of pleasure from her. When her legs wrapped around me, I knew she was nearing her orgasm. Using her powerful legs for leverage, she humped into me, her engorged, puffy outer labia smashing against my root.

“You know why I was so horny tonight?” she asked, between gasps.

“No, Mom, but I’m ready to flood your pussy with a load of hot cum,” I replied, my voice cracking with excitement.

“While I was talking to Vicky tonight, I imagined how she’d look when impaled on your big prick, screaming for joy,” she professed as her pelvis bounced upward, banging into my groin.

The thought of making love to Vicky had never crossed my mind, but when Mom mentioned it, the thought caused my prick to swell as I frantically fucked Mom. Her pussy snapped shut, triggering my climax. Ropes of creamy batter spewed out of the end of my cock, flooding her boiling cauldron. Her walls constricted tightly, draining my reservoir of its contents as we concluded our incestuous act of love.

When she dropped her legs, I lowered my body to hers, our sweaty flesh melding together as one. We kissed as her hands stroked my back. “Fuck, Mom. That was incredible, as with every time we make love.”

“It’s always good with you, sweetie,” she replied.

When I tried to roll off, her arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. “Stay on top of me. It’s all a mother could ask for, one child lying on top of her with another child inside of her. Both of my babies are with me tonight.”

Any thought of harming her with my weight had long vanished as she’d requested this many times in the past. While we rested, I asked, “What made you think of bringing Vicky into our circle of love-making? I don’t want to jeopardize Lisa’s happiness, so I hadn’t even considered the thought.”

“I wouldn’t do anything to harm Lisa’s relationship, either,” Mom assured me. “It’s just a mother’s hunch and I find it a little coincidental that Vicky just happened to show up before they joined us for dinner. Did you notice how her looks are similar to your sister’s?”

“I guess she’s a little like her. You’re not going to tell me you have another secret daughter, are you?” I asked, puzzled as to her hints.

“No, of course not,” she giggled. “Just an observation.”

Exhausted from the long day and finishing off with the torrid sex session with Mom, I drifted off, sleeping soundly.

Feeling Mom roll me off her, I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face leaning down to kiss me. “Good morning, sweetie. I’m going to make breakfast for Monica and Camila. Would you like to sleep in? I can take your daughter to school,” Mom offered.

“No, I’ll be there soon. Camila loves it when I walk with her. She told me she enjoys showing me off to her friends,” I said with a grin.

“Of course, she does,” Mom replied, laughing softly. “All the women in this family adore you.”

After freshening up, I headed home. As soon as I walked in, the delicious aroma of breakfast greeted me, along with Camila, who rushed over and hugged my leg. “Hi, Daddy! Grandma says to hurry up.”

I kissed her on the forehead and made my way to the kitchen, where Monica was already seated. Leaning down to kiss her, I asked, “Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” she replied smiling. “How about you? Did you miss me?” her knowing grin silently signaling her acknowledgment of Mom’s and my sexual liaison.

“I slept like a rock and am ready to pamper you all day to make up for not being with you,” I said with a smile.

After breakfast, I walked Camila to school and returned home to tidy up the kitchen while Mom and Monica chatted in the living room. After that, Mom and I divided up the household chores, giving Monica some well-deserved time to relax and dive into one of her favorite books.

Time flew by and before we knew it, it was almost noon. While we were preparing a light lunch, Lisa walked in unexpectedly. “Hey, everyone!” greeting us with a warm smile. “Sorry to drop in unannounced, but I managed to snag a break in my schedule and thought I’d use it to talk to you about something.”

Mom embraced Lisa warmly and said, “You’re welcome anytime, sweetie. Come on in and have a seat. We have more than enough food to share with you.”

Lisa leaned over to give Monica a quick kiss on the cheek, her hand gently resting on Monica’s rounded belly. “Is the little guy still kicking up a storm?” she asked with a playful smile.

Monica chuckled softly, placing her hand over Lisa’s. “Oh, he’s definitely active. I’m pretty sure he’s practicing for his future soccer matches,” she joked. “Feel that?” she added as the baby gave another strong kick, eliciting a delighted laugh from Lisa.

Lisa took a seat as Mom brought over bowls of steaming dishes. Partway through the meal, Lisa cleared her throat, her gaze flickering nervously between Mom and Monica. Finally, she said, “I have news to tell you both. Something I think you might not be happy to hear. Hank knows about Sam and me.”

To my surprise, neither Mom nor Monica seemed shocked or upset. Instead, Mom offered a warm smile and said, “You know how much I dislike keeping secrets. I’m really glad you felt secure enough in your relationship to share it with him. How did he find out?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Lisa admitted. “It might have been the way I spoke about family and how close we’ve always been. In any case, he handled it far better than I ever expected. In fact, it turns him on when I describe to him the different ways Sam has made love to me. I only disclosed that Monica, myself, and a few other ladies were pregnant from him, leaving out Mom and Aunt Rachel. That was a week or so ago but yesterday, he asked me for a favor.”

Mom interjected, “Vicky wants to have a baby with Sam.”

“Mom, please, let me finish!” Lisa exclaimed, though a playful grin spread across her face. “But yes, that’s the gist of it. It’s honestly a little annoying how you always seem to read my mind.” She chuckled, shaking her head.

“You’re not alone, sister,” I chimed in, earning a round of laughter from Mom and Monica at our shared exasperation.

“Hank has known for a year that his sister wants a child, but when he found out about Sam, he urged me to convince Sam to go along with it,” Lisa explained. “Before moving forward, I told him he needed to talk it over with Vicky first. She agreed but insisted on meeting Monica beforehand to verify she was on board with the idea. That’s why we invited her last night, though we hadn’t planned for Mom to take Monica’s place, so the subject never came up. Honestly, it’s probably for the best because I wanted to discuss it with you all first to make sure you’re okay with it.”

“Sam is definitely okay with it,” Mom replied, giggling. “You should have felt his cock explode when I mentioned I wanted to see her pussy impaled on his prick.”

Lisa’s eyebrows rose as she jokingly asked, “Really, little brother? I’m not sure if that’s proper, getting all hot and bothered over my future sister-in-law.”

Her smile and cute giggle were a reminder to me of how much fun it was to be with her. “I actually hadn’t even thought of her until Mom brought it up. Her squeezing pussy is what sent me over the edge. I’m innocent, as always,” I professed, causing them all to laugh at my struggling apology.

“On another note, Hank didn’t tell Vicky about my baby,” Lisa added. “And he also didn’t explain how Sam impregnated the women. She probably assumes his sperm is collected and artificially inseminated by a doctor.”

“Leave that to me,” Monica said, breaking her silence after listening quietly to most of the conversation. “If she’s open to it, have her come over tonight at seven. I’ll address any concerns she might have. From what Melissa and Sam have shared, she deserves happiness, and we’ll do everything we can to help her achieve it.”

“Here’s a thought,” Mom addressed Lisa. “Why hasn’t she sought assistance from Hank? From what you’ve said, he’s turned on by a brother and sister having sex and it’s not a coincidence that his attraction to you might have stemmed from your similarities to his sister.”

Lisa’s smile faltered as her cheeks flushed, and she replied softly, “Thanks, Mom. That really lowers my self-esteem, knowing he picked me because he’s horny for his sister.”

“That might have been true at first, but once he got to know you, he fell in love with you for who you are, not because of his sister,” Mom said, her broad smile radiating reassurance. “You do know how much we adore you, don’t you?” Her words brought a sparkle back to Lisa’s eyes, lifting her spirits.

“I know you do,” Lisa replied. “Hank might have some lingering fantasies about her, but I’ve seen how they interact, and there’s no real connection between them. She treats him more like a student than a sister, probably because she helped him get through school. They don’t show any affection toward each other, not a hug, not even a touch.”

After we finished eating, Lisa left. About an hour later, Monica received a text from her confirming our meeting. When three o’clock rolled around, I said, “Time for me to pick up Camila. I’ll see you both in a bit.”

“Would you mind taking her for a long walk in the park?” Monica asked. “She loves it, and I’d like her to be nice and tired tonight. I want to spend the evening with my husband without worrying about her.”

“Love to. See ya,” I said, kissing both of them and left to pick up my daughter.

Monica was completely right, Camila loved wandering through the park. We toured the gardens and spent plenty of time admiring and smelling the flowers, barely making it home in time for dinner.

After we finished eating, I cleaned up the kitchen before joining them in the living room. I settled onto the couch with Camila nestled between us as we watched the news together. Mom had already left for home, giving Monica the chance to focus entirely on her conversation with Vicky.

Right at seven o’clock, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Vicky waiting and escorted her into the living room. Guiding her to a comfortable chair across from us, I settled back into my spot beside Camila. She nestled against me as Monica and Vicky began getting to know each other.

Sensing the conversation was steering toward the purpose of her visit, I told Camila, “It’s time for bed, sweetie. Call me when you’re ready, and I’ll finish reading that book you loved.”

She leaned in for me to kiss her forehead, before doing the same to Monica. Springing off the couch with a burst of energy, she walked down the hall, calling out, “Love you, Daddy! See you in a bit.”

After the door clicked shut, Vicky turned to Monica and said, “She’s such a sweet little girl with perfect manners. It’s clear how much she adores both of you. If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been married?”

“Not that long,” Monica replied, her tone casual.

“Really?” Vicky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “She’s so at ease with Sam. I just assumed he was her father.”

Monica laughed softly. “Nope. Honestly, I think she fell in love with him before I did. If it weren’t for her, we might never have met.”

Vicky tilted her head, intrigued, her eyes silently urging Monica to continue. “That’s fascinating,” she murmured, curiosity radiating from her expression.

“It all started back when Sam and Melissa lived near my old house. One afternoon on his way home from school, he stepped in to scare off some bullies who were harassing Camila. From that day on, she waited for him at the school gate every afternoon, walking ahead of him, knowing she was safe. When she finally told me about it, I knew I had to thank him. So, I met him at the end of the walkway one day and invited him in. You should have seen the sheer panic on his face.”

I chuckled, cutting in, “I really didn’t know what to expect when I saw a mother, dressed fully in hijab, waiting for me. I thought she was about to accuse me of stalking her daughter! You can imagine my relief when I stepped inside and was greeted with a plate of freshly baked cookies and a glass of milk.”

“So, you started dating after that?” Vicky asked, her curiosity piqued.

“No,” Monica said softly. “I was married at the time, and Sam never crossed any lines or hinted at anything romantic. He’d stop by occasionally, and we’d share lively conversations about his studies and whatever else was on his mind. When they moved away, we agreed not to stay in touch, because of the possibility of my husband finding out. But as he said goodbye, I saw the tears in his eyes, and I knew that he felt the same way I did, even though neither of us ever said it aloud.”

“That’s heartbreaking,” Vicky said. “How did you end up together again?”

“It was after my divorce,” Monica explained. “Among my wealthy friends, one of them, a friend of Melissa’s, had used Sam’s DNA to help women conceive privately. I paid to be a client, believing there was no better man than Sam to father my child. He had no idea it was me until I requested a second session and revealed my identity. After that, we dated as a normal couple and fell deeply in love. Camila was the one who proposed on Sam’s behalf, asking me to marry him.”

“That’s such a cute and amazing story. When you say you had sessions, was a nurse or doctor present to oversee the process of transferring his sperm?” she asked, her brows raised.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that and I’d prefer Melissa explain it to you,” Monica replied.