Chapter 1: early September 2007

"C'mon, it's early," I lured as I stood next to my brother in front of the row of stained urinals. The beer we'd been drinking for the last two hours had finally started to flow out the other end. It was time to get out of this dump – the girls were waiting.

"Shit, I gotta get home. Caitlyn will kill me if I don't--"

"Adam, its Thursday night for Christ's sake. We play some ball, then we go for a few beers with the boys, then we go see some naked woman."

"She was pissed off at me for weeks after you made me go the last time."

"Made you go? Poor little baby. Fuck, has she got you pussy whipped bro," I interrupted as I shook the last drop of piss from the end of my cock and tucked myself away.

"Screw you, you're not married asshole," my big brother answered as he pulled up his zipper.

"C'mon, just for an hour or so ... I thought you said she was out with the girls tonight."

"Still," he delayed but I knew I had him.

"Christ Adam, you should see some of the little sweeties they got dancing over there now."

"You and your bloody titty bars," he complained as we looked at each other in the mirror over the sinks. But there was a grin in his eyes. "It's time you settled down, got married."

"You're starting to sound like mom ... and Vanessa," I grumbled as I dried my hands.

"Oh I'm really going to laugh the day Vanessa gets you to walk down the aisle little brother."

"Fuck you too," I said as I slapped my brother and best friend on the back as we walked towards the exit. Ten minutes later we were comfortably ensconced in a "private" booth that overlooked the mirrored stainless steel floor of the ScouriesWorld Gentlemen's Club. Soon after, Nadia, a recent immigrant from Romania and a lovely, clean shaven young beauty, was perched naked on a stool she'd set between my knees.

Giving yours truly a twenty dollar lap dance. It was a dance that involved more of her rubbing herself against my body than it did actual dancing. Which was just fine with me. She had a great set of perky little, pink tipped, puffy nippled breasts on her. Of course I got a hard-on.

Then, in spite of his protests, she danced one for my brother. She did a little rubbing on his crotch too. The two timing slut!

"Caitlyn will kill me," my twenty-five year old brother complained, referring to his wife of three years. "Christ David, you shouldn't have done that, her perfume's all over me."

"Stop complaining. Did you see the snatch on that girl?"

"How could I miss it? Not a hair on it. And she had it like two inches from my nose. Fuck, smell my shirt," he said as he leaned over towards me.

"Didn't stop you from getting a hard-on though bro, did it?"

We each had downed another couple of beers and had enjoyed another lap dance each, this time from a bouncy little busty blond from California, a girl who apparently liked to run the bottoms of her feet up and down the crotches of men she didn't know, before I turned to my big brother and told him I had something serious I wanted to talk to him about. I'd wanted us both feeling pretty good before I sprung my news on him.

"I got something to tell you too," he answered back.

"What? You do?"

"It's about me and Caitlyn," my brother mumbled nervously.

What the fuck was this I wondered as I looked over at him. He started to blush. "You and Caitlyn?" Christ, don't tell me they're having marital problems I thought to myself. Here I'd been working myself up to tell him my big news and now he's springing this on me.

"We've got a problem." I just watched him without responding but my mind was whirling. "She's having a problem ... I mean we are." I waited for him to continue. "We can't have babies," finally spilled from his lips.

"Huh? Something's wrong with her? I mean she looks--"

"It's me."

"It's you what?" What the hell was he talking about?

"I can't get her pregnant."

"What, you've forgotten where your dick's supposed to go?"

"It's serious ... I'm serious." I suddenly realized he wasn't joking around.

"But-"

"If we want to have kids we may have to adopt."

"Adopt? Like what, some Asian? Or some black crackheads baby?" I spat out. It was impossible for me to mask my disapproval.

"Or we could go the artificial insemination route."

"This is bullshit! There's nothing wrong with you. Christ bro, remember that little sweetie from Savannah when we were back in college? She said she'd never seen a guy so full of cum."

"It's not about quantity Dave. They say there's something wrong with it."

"Who did?"

"The doctors, the labs."

"What's wrong with it? Maybe they're wrong," I said, still unable to accept the fact that my brother wouldn't be able to father any babies.

"Maybe," Adam answered but there was no hope in his voice.

"What did Caitlyn say? What does she want to do?"

"We don't know. It's hard."

"I don't like the adoption idea," I said even as the thought of another man's sperm being pushed up inside my sister-in-law flashed through my head. It was a disgusting thought.

"I think she'd like to have a baby herself, experience it at least once. It would all be anonymous. We'd get to choose from a list of potential donors ... things like height, eye color, body type, smarts. But the donor would never know." As he talked I could hear the distaste in his voice.

"Yeah but it wouldn't be a Montgomery. Can't you get your sperm fixed, purified or something?"

"No." there was a sad finality in his voice.

My brother had been made to be a father. And his wife to be a mother.

"What's your news anyway?" he asked after we'd been sitting silently, lost in our own thoughts, for close to five minutes.