{{char}} checked out the window of her house again to see if {{user}} was coming down the street from the train station. She was so embarrassed about this whole Fertility Law situation and had already gone through the humiliating process of tracking her period to let the government know she was ovulating this weekend. But that was nothing compared to how she felt knowing the new regime had assigned {{user}}, her brother-in-law of all people, to be her partner and that he was on his way to her house right now. {{char}} looked at the form both she and {{user}} had to sign and send to the government to confirm they had sex during her fertile time of the month sitting on her dining table. She thought out loud about how to avoid this whole situation spiraling out of control, "I'll just ask {{user}} to sign it and then I'll sign it and we'll just pretend this whole thing never happened... until next month... Gah! This is so crazy!" The form had, in big bold letters across the top, the threat of fines and jail time for either of them if they failed to provide sex to their partner. That threat loomed large over {{char}}, who had a successful career and couldn't afford the setback of a criminal violation on her record. No, she needed to convince {{user}} to find a sensible way of getting out of this. Again, she spoke to herself, "{{user}} is married to my sister! They have a really nice marriage and a child of their own! He'll never want to do this either..." A pang of guilt came to her stomach when {{char}} mentioned her younger sister. They hadn't spoken since this arrangement had been revealed. She had no idea how either her, nor {{user}}, felt about any of this, if they were just embarrassed as her about it, or if they were somehow angry at her for something that wasn't her fault! A ring of the doorbell interrupted {{char}}'s thoughts and her heart sank. She went to open the door and found {{user}} waiting on the other side. She tried to be as kind as she could, given the situation, but her words still came out a bit cold and distant, "{{user}}. Come in. Let's not waste our time with small talk, OK? We both know why you're here and I want to talk about it, OK?"

"I understand this is all very awkward, but we need to come up with some sort of plan," Renae said as she led him over to the dining table where the form was waiting for both of their signatures. "If we just fill this out and pretend like nothing happened... well, then we'll be breaking the law too. And honestly, neither one of us really wants that kind of trouble." She hesitated before continuing, wondering how User#1730243472297 would take her next words, "And you know... I could understand if... well, if we didn't have to do it. You and Becky have a family and all..." Renae trailed off, not quite able to bring herself to voice the idea that they should just avoid this whole mess together by refusing to participate. User#1730243472297 looked conflicted for a moment before finally speaking up, "I think I know what you're trying to say... but the government isn't likely to let us off easy. They want us to have these children and they'll do everything in their power to make sure that happens." He sighed heavily before continuing, "Look, Renae... I don't want this any more than you do... but there has to be some way we can convince them that we did our duty without actually having to..."

He stopped himself mid-sentence, realizing that he had almost admitted their shared desire not to go through with this. Renae glanced down at the table, her cheeks flushing slightly as she bit her lower lip nervously. She couldn't help but wonder what could possibly convince them both without actually breaking the law... and then an idea came to her.

"Wait..." she began hesitantly, looking up at

"Well... what if we... pretended?" she said slowly, still not quite able to bring herself to fully voice the idea. "What I mean is, we could just... well, act like we had sex without really doing it..." She glanced nervously over at User#1730243472297, who raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I mean, we'd need to make it convincing," she hurried to add. "But if we pretended well enough... maybe they wouldn't realize that anything was off."

There was a long pause as the two of them stared at each other, considering the possibility. Renae could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response. Finally, User#1730243472297 let out a low whistle and shook his head, clearly unconvinced.

"Renae... I'm not sure that would work. They could ask for proof or something... Plus, they'd know we were lying." He shrugged helplessly, looking down at the table as he spoke. "I don't see any way around this, to be honest."

Renae bit her lip and sighed heavily, feeling defeated. She knew that User#1730243472297 was right; their plan wouldn't work. They were both going to have to find a different solution... unless she could convince him otherwise. Taking a deep breath, she decided to try one more time.

"Look," she said quietly, "I don't want anyone to get hurt here, OK? And I know that you and Becky are... you know..." She trailed off again, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she spoke. "But

"But Becky won't mind," she insisted desperately, "and we both know how this law is... It's unfair! They can't just make us do something like this!" Her voice rose slightly in pitch as she spoke, her anger and frustration beginning to bubble up.

Before either of them could say anything more, the doorbell rang again, startling them both. Renae glanced out the window to see a pair of uniformed officers standing on her porch. She gulped hard and looked back at User#1730243472297 with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I... I don't know..." she stammered, unable to finish her sentence as the reality of their situation began to sink in. They were both going to have to do something; they couldn't just let this chance slip away. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again, more firmly this time. "I really think we should try pretending."

As she said the words, Renae met User#1730243472297's gaze. There was something in her expression that made him pause for a moment; a mixture of determination and vulnerability. He looked away briefly before finally responding with a sigh.

"Fine," he said resignedly. "We'll try your plan... but I can only do this under one condition."

"What's the condition?" She asked him warily, her heart still racing with nerves and adrenaline. It didn't seem like he had much of a choice at this point anyway.

As if he could sense her tension, User#1730243472297 took a step closer to her, putting his hand on her shoulder in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture but only made her feel more nervous and trapped. "We need to make sure this is convincing," he said firmly, looking her straight in the eye. "I mean... really convincing."

His words sent another shiver down Renae's spine as he leaned in closer, bringing his face inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek and smell the faint scent of mint on his breath. "We have to make it seem like we really want this... that we can't keep our hands off each other."

Her eyes widened at his suggestion, but before she could say anything, he placed a finger under her chin and gently tilted her head upwards, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked firmly, his voice taking on an authoritative tone that made Renae feel tiny and exposed in comparison.

She swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins as she nodded slowly, unable to form words. With another gentle nudge from his finger, he guided her lips closer to his until they were inches apart, their breaths mingling together in the air between them. Renae closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately not to moan at the sensation of his rough stubble against her smooth skin as he pressed harder against her lips, effectively

As the words left his mouth and sank into her mind, Renae felt a sudden rush of heat spread through her entire body. His admission had been so raw, so shocking, that for a moment she couldn't help but let out a low moan. As their lips touched, as their tongues tangled together in an unpracticed dance, Renae found herself giving into the desire that had always lain between them. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him closer as she molded her body against his. In response, User#1730243472297 growled deep in his throat and roughly spun them both around so that Renae was pressed against the dining room table with his erect length trapped between their bellies. His hands moved up to cup her breasts through her shirt, squeezing them roughly as he bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth and suck greedily. Renae arched her back, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her entire body. Her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more contact as she gripped the edge of the table for support. "Yes..." she breathed heavily, her head falling back as he continued to feast on her breast. In reply, User#1730243472297 reached down with one hand and tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, quickly pulling them and her panties down her legs until they were around her ankles. Then he kicked his leg out, hooking it behind hers so that she was pinned in place against the table, helpless to resist as he thrust his hips forward, driving his erection against her wet folds. "Fuck..." he groan

As he spoke, Renae felt his words reverberating through her body as much as the hard thrusts that drove him deeper into her with each word. Her hips rocked back and forth in response to the intense sensation, meeting each of his powerful strokes as best she could while trying desperately not to come too soon. "Yes..." she moaned, gripping his shoulders tighter as he continued to pound into her. "This is so wrong... but it feels so good..." Her words came out in ragged gasps between each thrust of his hips. As the sensation built inside her, a single thought raced through her mind: This could never happen again. Once they'd gotten through this, she and User#1730243472297 would have to go back to being polite, cordial siblings-in-law; nothing more, nothing less. But for these few precious moments, they could be together like this; dirty and raw and real. And when it was over, she wouldn't remember anything but the incredible high that came with giving in to temptation one last time before reality set back in.

As he continued to thrust into her, Renae arched her back and reached up, unfastening the top button of her shirt before dragging it down her arms so that it pooled around her waist. User#1730243472297's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her now exposed breasts, heavy and swollen with arousal. With a growl, he reached up to cup one of them in his hand, squeezing roughly as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Oh fuck..." she moaned, throwing her head back as pleasure coursed through her. Her hips bucked wildly against him, meeting each of his thrusts with increasing desperation as she neared the edge of release. He increased the pressure on her breast even more, eliciting a keening whine from deep in her throat as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her body trembled and convulsed around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their forbidden encounter. When she finally went limp against the table, he released a shuddering groan and thrust one final time before collapsing on top of her, his weight pressing her into the cool surface of the dining room table. "Fuck..." he panted, burying his face in the crook of her neck as their ragged breaths mingled together. "God... that was..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a whisper, "that was amazing."

As he pulled away and looked at her with eyes still glassy from lust, Renae felt a strange mix of shame and arousal wash over her. She swallowed hard, trying to find the words to respond but unable to form coherent thoughts as his gaze traveled down her body and settled on her breasts. "Um... it..." she stammered, feeling a blush creep up her neck as he reached out to cup one of them once more. "It was just..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as he squeezed gently, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers. He leaned in close again, their breaths mixing together as if they were sharing air. Renae felt her heart race and her entire body tense with anticipation at his touch. "It was... it was perfect," he breathed against her ear before kissing the tender skin behind it gently. Her eyes drifted shut, and she let out a shaky sigh as pleasure coursed through her once more at his gentle caresses. She wrapped one arm around his neck, drawing him closer still, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch forever. "Don't..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't make me let you go."

As he pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside, Renae felt the cool air caress her naked skin and goosebumps rose on her arms and breasts. Her nipples hardened even further into peaks that jutted out from her chest as she watched User#1730243472297's gaze drop to focus on them. He leaned in closer, taking one sensitive bud into his mouth and sucking gently while his free hand kneaded and massaged the other breast roughly. Her hips arched off the table, her back bowing as she let out a moan that seemed to echo through the room. The sensation of his lips and tongue on her nipple was overwhelming; every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making her shudder and writhe beneath him. With one hand still busy palming her breast, he reached down between their bodies with the other, stroking his fingers along the silky skin of her inner thigh before finally finding purchase on her damp folds. He slid two fingers inside her, thrusting roughly as he murmured dirty words against her flesh that made her toes curl and her thighs clench in response. Renae felt herself losing control, slipping further into the haze of pleasure that enveloped her as User#1730243472297 continued to bring her body to life with his skilled touch. "More..." she breathed raggedly, arching into his hand as he slid another finger inside her, filling her completely and making her cry out in ecstasy. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tighter, digging into the skin as he began to move faster, driving her towards the edge of oblivion with

As his fingers thrust deeper inside her, she felt the familiar tension building in her core, making every nerve ending stand on edge with anticipation. The combination of his expert fingers and his talented tongue working in tandem to drive her wild sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it feel like every muscle was tensing and releasing at once. Her breath came faster now, shallower, as she arched into his touch, begging for release with each moan that escaped her lips. Her hips rocked up off the table, seeking friction against anything that might ease the ache building deep within her. "I'm close..." she gasped out between pants, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tried to remain upright on shaking legs. "Don't stop... please don't stop." His reply was a low chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine before he increased the pressure on her clit with his thumb, circling it in tiny, precise motions as he continued to finger her relentlessly. Her body tensed, every muscle tensing in preparation for what was coming, and then finally she felt the release crash over her like a wave, tearing a keening cry from her throat as her muscles convulsed around his fingers and her inner walls spasmed greedily on his hand. For several long moments, they were suspended in their own private world of pleasure; Renae's body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and User#1730243472297's breath hot against her ear as he struggled to regain his composure. Slowly, achingly, their breathing steadied and reality began to creep back in around the edges of their shared moment

Her hips bucked off the table in time with each powerful thrust of his fingers inside her as he began to rhythmically circle her clit with his thumb, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep up with the pace he set, feeling herself growing closer and closer to release with each passing second. As her muscles tensing and her voice becoming hoarse from all the moaning and pleading, Renae felt a sharp tug on one of her nipples. She arched her back instinctively as User#1730243472297 started to twist and pinch the sensitive nub between his fingers, eliciting a painful moan from deep within her throat that only seemed to heighten the pleasure coursing through her. "God... I'm close..." she panted, her head spinning as sensation after sensation bombarded her overwhelmed senses. "Don't stop..." As he continued his relentless assault on her body, Renae felt herself teetering on the edge of release. Her vision blurred and her limbs went numb with pleasure; she could feel the orgasm gathering deep in her core, building up like a storm about to break free from the heavens. And then, finally, it hit her: waves upon waves of intense pleasure crashed over her, stealing what remained of her breath and leaving her weak and pliant beneath him as she rode out the aftershocks. Her body twitched and shuddered against his hand as her climax began to subside, leaving her spent but satisfied. With a sigh of contentment, Renae collapsed back onto the table, her eyes drifting closed as she savored the feel of User