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Inseminating Cathy (mff s****r In Law)

... is working to get mine in there this way.” Silence followed. I could see that Ann was seriously considering what I had said. “You are right,” she said, finally, “this is a sad substitute for nature’s way. I need to talk to Cathy about this Friday night. But, just in case she wants to try again, I need you to preserve your sperm--agreed--no beating off.” “Promise.” **** I came home from work on Friday to again see Cathy’s car in the driveway. I assumed that Ann had been unsuccessful in talking Cathy out of another futile attempt. Oh well, I thought to myself. Cathy barely spoke to me throughout dinner. Indeed, she could barely bring herself to look at me. The resulting tension I was made to feel was making me crazy. As Ann whisked the k**s off to bed, I decided that I needed to clear the air. “Cathy, you haven’t said one word to me all night. We can’t continue this if it’s going to affect our relationship. We are going to have to interact with one another as b*****r-in-law and s****r-in-law in all sorts of f****y situations.” “You must think terrible things of me...” she started. “Not at all. I think what you are doing is noble and selfless, else I wouldn’t have agreed to help. I just think that you have to see the bigger picture for a moment. What you are doing is placing your own health at risk. It was one thing when I understood that you were planning to use the services of trained professionals, but it is an entirely different thing now that I know you are trying to do ...

... this in some bastardized, home-chemistry-style experiment. I am just worried about your health. Your odds this way are no better than your odds with Ted.” Cathy quietly began sobbing. “I understand that rationally,” she managed between her sobs, “but, emotionally, and maternally, I simply don’t want to accept any of it.” At which point, she looked deeply into my eyes. Until that moment, I had never really seen the depth of the blue captured in Cathy’s eyes. I could understand Ann’s passionate desire to help her s****r. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap her k** s****r up in my arms and make all of her troubles go away. As Ann returned to the main floor after putting the k**s down, I caught her in the hallway to ask her if I should excuse myself to fill the cup again. “Hold off for now,” she told me. “I haven’t been able to get a clear answer from Cathy as to what she wants to do.” “Well, from what she just said to me, it seems pretty clear that she’s committed to continuing with the attempts.” “Give me just a couple minutes to chat with her.” I retired to the den to await Ann’s word. Five minutes turned into fifteen, then into thirty. I expected that Ann was trying to get her s****r to see the folly of their efforts and was having no success. Never in a million years would I have guessed at what Ann was really discussing with Cathy. Forty-five minutes later, I finally heard footsteps heading up the stairs. I assumed that it was either Ann checking on the k**s or ...