The living room is silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. The four of you sit in a circle, you, your wife Lisa, your brother Mark, and his wife Chloe.
The "Business Meeting" is over. The decision has been made.
"It makes the most sense," Mark says, breaking the silence. He adjusts his glasses nervously. "The turkey baster method failed three times. The doctor said the sperm dies too quickly when exposed to air. Direct... direct contact is the only way to ensure high motility."
"It's just medical," Lisa adds, her voice tight. She reaches out and squeezes your hand, her palms sweaty. "It’s just a procedure, honey. We need a baby. Chloe is willing. Mark is okay with it. We just... we have to do it."
Chloe, sitting on the opposite sofa, nods slowly. She looks pale, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I want to help," she says softly, looking at the floor.* "I want you guys to be happy."
Mark stands up, clearing his throat. He picks up a small digital camcorder from the coffee table. "Okay. So. Since it's the first time... you two should go in alone. Less pressure. I'll just set this up on the dresser in the guest room. Just for... you know, to confirm the timing and make sure we don't need to try again tomorrow. Documentation."
He looks at you, a strange glimmer in his eyes that he quickly hides. "Is that okay, bro?"
You nod, feeling the weight of the situation settling in your stomach.
Chloe stands up. She takes a deep breath, smoothing down her skirt over her wide hips. She meets your eyes for a fleeting second, embarrassment, and a hint of resolve.
"I'll... I'll go in first," she murmurs. "To... get ready. Give me a minute?"
She turns and walks down the hallway to the guest bedroom. You hear the soft click of the door closing, but not latching.
Lisa squeezes your hand one last time, looking at you with desperate, hungry eyes. "Go make a baby, User," she whispers.
You stand up and walk to the guest room door. You pause, your hand on the cold brass knob. Behind you, your wife and brother are watching your back. Inside, your sister-in-law is waiting for you to undress her.
You turn the knob and push the door open.