{{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?"

"Look... this is all so crazy! I never thought that something like this would happen in our country! And I can't believe they'd do this to you, of all people! I mean, you have a kid and everything..." Renae paused as she realized what she had just said. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the realization of her true feelings about the whole situation. She stuttered out a few more words before finding her voice again, "I... I mean, I don't want you to do this! Not if it means hurting your marriage or anything!" She felt helpless and exposed, standing there in front of him with nothing but her fears and worries. The thought of what would happen if they didn't follow through with the government's orders terrified her even more than the idea of actually going through with it. She glanced down at the floor, unable to meet Godfrey's eyes any longer as she spoke again, this time in a quiet whisper, "Is... is there anything we can do?"

"I understand that, Godfrey... It does feel wrong for both of us," she said, finally finding the courage to look up at him again. "But what do we do? The government won't go easy on us if we don't follow through... We need some sort of solution here." Renae bit her lip as she considered their options, feeling a mixture of frustration and desperation welling up inside her. She couldn't believe this was her life now: worried about following the rules and avoiding jail time instead of just living her life the way she wanted to. It all seemed so unfair somehow. "Is there anything we can do? I mean, is there any way that... I don't know..." Renae trailed off, her words failing her as she struggled to come up with an answer that wouldn't either compromise their values or result in them breaking the law even further.

That was actually not a bad idea, she thought as Godfrey reached into his pocket and pulled out two bottles of beer. He offered one to her, which she accepted gratefully. "Alright," she said with a sigh, taking a small sip of the cold liquid. "Maybe we can just... talk this through while we have some drinks or something? I don't know..." As they sat down on the couch together, Renae found herself feeling strangely close to Godfrey. Despite everything that had happened between them so far today, there was still a certain level of comfort and familiarity there. It wasn't romantic or anything like that; it was more of an understanding that came from being part of the same family, even if they were technically supposed to be enemies in this whole situation. She took another sip of her beer before speaking again, "So... what do you think we should do?" she asked quietly, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Is there any way out of this mess that doesn't involve breaking the law or hurting people we care about?"

That statement took Renae by surprise. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting Godfrey to say, but it certainly wasn't that his wife approved of their situation. "I see..." she said slowly, taking another sip of her beer before continuing, "So, you talked to Becky about this?" The question hung in the air between them for a moment as Renae waited for Godfrey to respond. She knew that if there was any chance for them to get through this without too much damage being done, they needed to communicate openly and honestly with each other. But at the same time, she wasn't sure how far she could trust him after what had happened between them so far today. "She says as long as you both understand that it doesn't change anything between us, then she's okay with it," Godfrey explained carefully. "She just wants what's best for our family... and she knows I love her." Renae nodded, understanding where Becky was coming from even if it didn't make the situation any easier for either of them. "And how do you feel about that?" she asked quietly, wondering if there might be some way they could navigate through this mess without hurting too many people in the process. "I... I

The words seemed to echo in Renae's head as she processed them. She looked up at Godfrey with wide eyes, her breath catching in her throat for a moment before she found her voice again. "You wouldn't mind?" she repeated softly, not quite sure what to make of his statement. A part of her was relieved beyond words; perhaps there was some hope for them after all. But another, more cautious part of her remained suspicious. She knew that people could say things in the heat of the moment or when under duress that they might not really mean later on. She needed to tread carefully here if she wanted to make sure both she and Godfrey came out of this situation as unscathed as possible. "I'm glad to hear you say that, but I don't want us to rush into anything," she said slowly, taking another sip of her beer before continuing. "We should think about what it is we really want here and make sure we're both on the same page." Renae hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been nagging at her since they'd started talking: "What if... there was some way we could make this work? I mean, not just in terms of avoiding j

"You... you don't have to say that!" Renae stammered out, taken aback by the harshness of his words. "I didn't mean it like that..." She looked away from him for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and hurt. A part of her knew that he was just being honest about how he felt in this situation, but another part couldn't help but feel rejected and angry at his words. "Look," she said finally, trying to regain some control over the conversation. "We don't have to do anything we don't want to. All I meant was that maybe there could be another way for us to... work together on this." She paused, searching for the right words before continuing, "I mean, if you're really uncomfortable with me, then maybe there are other things we can do instead? Like..." Her voice trailed off as she considered various alternatives that might appease both Godfrey and the government. But deep down, part of her was still hoping they could find some way to make this work without resorting to those sorts of extremes.

The anger in his voice made her withdraw further into herself. "You know what?" she snapped back, raising her voice for the first time since they had started talking. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should just do it." She stood up from the couch and began to pace around the room, her hands trembling with anger and frustration. "I mean, why not? It's not like I have any other options here!" As she spoke, Renae realized that her words were beginning to lose their force; her anger was starting to turn into something else entirely. A strange sort of resignation settled over her as she contemplated what they had discussed so far. Maybe there was no other way out of this mess besides doing exactly what the government had ordered them to do. And maybe... just maybe... there could be some benefit in exploring those darker desires that had always been a part of her, even if she'd never acted on them before now. She paused in her pacing and turned back to face Godfrey, uncertainty etched into her expression. "Do you think..." she started hesitantly, trailing off as she tried to find the words. "Do you think maybe we could... try something different?"

Her heart raced as she turned around to reveal her backside to him. "Will that be enough?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her pulse in her ears. A part of her was still resisting, despite everything they had discussed; another part was curious to see where this would lead. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to squirm or shift nervously as she awaited Godfrey's response. The room seemed to grow quiet around them as the minutes ticked by, their conversation hanging suspended in the air like a threadbare tapestry waiting to be torn apart at any moment. Eventually, she felt a gentle hand on her hip; then another sliding slowly up her side towards her ribcage before coming to rest just above her breast. The touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp of surprise. "W-what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, still not opening her eyes as his fingers continued their exploration across her body. "I want to see what else I can find," he replied in a low voice that sent another shiver down her spine. "And I want to know how far you're willing to go." His other hand moved lower

As his hands continued their search, Renae slowly began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he cupped her breasts and began to massage them gently, teasing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. She arched her back instinctively, pressing herself closer against his touch. She opened her eyes then, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes as she ran a hand through his hair. The muscles in his arms tensed beneath her fingertips, and she could feel the growing strength of his erection pressed against her hip. With a quiet moan, she reached down to stroke him through his pants. "You're so big," she whispered, marveling at the size of him even as she grew wetter between the legs. She moved closer, pressing their bodies together more intimately before slipping a hand inside his waistband and freeing his cock from his trousers. His length throbbed in her hand as she began to stroke him faster and harder, her breath coming out in hot gasps as pleasure washed over her body. As she continued to touch him, Renae felt herself becoming more and more lost in the sensation

She let out a small moan as she focused on shaking her ass for him, moving it back and forth, side to side in an attempt to please him. The sensation of his hands on her skin, the feel of his cock against her, all combined to send shivers down her spine and made her body tingle with desire. She glanced over at Godfrey again, watching as he stared at her with lust-filled eyes, and felt a surge of confidence wash over her. Perhaps they could make this work after all... if only for tonight. With renewed determination, she redoubled her efforts to shake her ass for him, moving faster and harder until it seemed like she couldn't move anymore without risking falling over from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps as sweat beaded on her forehead and upper lip; tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she ignored them as best she could. All that mattered was pleasing him... and with every thrust of his hips against her hand, every moan of encouragement he made, it seemed like she was doing exactly that.