Week 6:

Dear diary,

I went to the doctor yesterday. The bad news: I’m infertile both ways. The good news: it was quite the adventure.

I drove there with my brother. He didn’t need to go, but he figured since there was nothing else to do, he’d tag along.

“Besides, it’s a great excuse to jerk-it in someone else’s bed,” he said from the passenger side of my car.

I tried not to laugh, but I failed. “Duncan, you fuckin’ perv!”

“Hey, you’re gonna be doin’ the same thing!”

I laughed it off, and found myself looking over him. His short black hair had the same natural dark-blue stripes as mine, and for only sixteen he was well developed, already a couple inches taller than his big sister. The school also seemed to do him well, since the shirt he just barely filled at the start of the year was now tight on his arms, but he also seems leaner than before.

You know those moments where I say I should stop writing? This is one of those moments. Not because I’m turned on, because I’ve gotten over that. It’s the fact I’m turned on by my brother. I don’t know if I should be ashamed, or creeped out, or something.

“Well, it’s because I have to. You’re tagging along just to say you went to a sperm bank. I doubt they’ll let a sixteen-year-old donate, let alone get off for the fun of it.”

Damn, did I eat my words. He had this whole fucking thing planned. I could’ve said something, but I didn’t want to ruin it for him. Besides, he said he’d buy dinner if I went along with it.

He told them that our parents wanted him to do it as well, to see if he had any adverse effects and as a control subject, should one be needed. I forged my father’s signature and made a permission slip for him. They didn’t question one bit of it.

Speaking of them, I couldn’t help but notice the nurse was on the attractive side. She was a mousette with white fur that looked to be in her mid to late twenties and had good proportions, despite being maybe five feet tall wearing heels. She wore the typical uniform: white-buttoned uniform, tight knee-length skirt, and thigh-high stockings. (My best guess.) No little hat, though. I’ve never been a fan of red hair, but that did nothing to take away from her beauty. She actually wore it well.

But there was something unusual about her. I smelled her. She was in heat. The effects were obvious with both my brother and me, as both of our pants were straining at the crotch. I also couldn’t help but notice Duncan was gifted, just like his big sister. (Damn it, there I go again!)

The nurse seemed to notice as well and checked out both bulging sets of pants, and I could notice that she grinned just enough for me to know she had thoughts.

The nurse lead us to our rooms, motioned us to the rack of ‘reading materials’ (Even though her scent was enough), and gave us both our cups. We smiled, nodded, and headed into our rooms.

I shut the door behind me and wasted no time preparing. My pants were dropped to my feet and I crawled into the tall bed I gripped my shaft and closed my eyes, the scent of the nurse still strong in my nose.

But it wasn’t the nurse I thought of, but Karen. The adorable little otter sat naked between my legs, gripping and stroking slowly with both paws, giving me a seductive look as she lowered her head onto my shaft, taking it in and sucking slowly, deliberately deeply.

My free paw put the cup down on the shelf next to me and lifted my shirt above my breasts, then pulled one side of my bra up, exposing my breast so I could fondle it.

I stroked harder and faster. Karen was now on top and facing away from me. My paws groped her ass as she rode faster and faster, moaning in bliss to match my own.

I neared cuming and reached for the cup. I pulled my cock back and the cup at the tip, stroking faster and faster until I released the built up pressure. I filled the cup to the brim, yet still had enough to leave a couple long ropes of seed on my belly. With a satisfied sigh, I put the cup aside, but I was still aroused. Then a thought came to me. It was something I haven’t done in a while, and almost ended poorly. I put the cup in the sample door and prepared myself.

I stripped down so I was completely naked, my erect prick standing to attention. With a few breaths to prepare myself, I curled up sort of into a fetal position and bought my cock inches from my mouth. I rolled back onto my shoulders and used one paw to hold me there. The other was busy holding onto my leg to bring it closer.

I gave myself a few teasing licks and shuddered at the pleasure before taking it in. I rocked back and forth, taking maybe four or five inches at a time, but I wasn’t complaining.

My muffled moans vibrated my shaft with each thrust, and I tasted pre with every lick. In almost no time, I came close to an orgasm. I rolled into a sitting position and held my legs. I was sucking it now.

My mouth filled with my seed, and I swallowed it greedily through my loud orgasmic moans. Most of it dribbled down, but I took myself deeper to get what I didn’t. I gave myself a couple final sucks to make sure I came everything, then a playful lick for being a good girl.

I reluctantly rose, cleaned myself, and re-clothed. Duncan was outside reading an old magazine and looked at me with a grin. “See? It’s fun to conquer new territory, huh?”

I laughed at him. “You got dinner.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The cheapass took me to a Mooby’s, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t think I’d have so much fun going to the doctor’s office.