In this enlightened day and age that is unacceptable. First it is inexcusable for a woman not to know when she becomes pregnant. Then there are just t...oo many inexpensive noninvasive tests that allows any woman to know just about everything about that new life inside her. What that child inside her is, or will become for that matter, is an open book she only has to read today. She, or he too I guess has a right to know, should know everything long before it becomes anything more than a gleam in. Then I slowly pulled on the soft belt strap holding her body from view. The robe gave way like the opening curtain to a play or something else fantastic, leaving me just inches from her yummy pussy. I slowly d**g the tip of my tongue between her outer lips, gathering the creamy pearls beginning to form. As I licked again I placed my hands on her trembling thighs. As her full lips gave way to the hidden treasures I slipped my hands up and around filling them with her plump butt cheeks. I could. I took some time to get this worded correctly. I told her that I knew some friends who were lab technicians who could do sperm count and analysis. She was shocked and asked me innocently how to get the semen sample from Phani without his knowledge.I really hesitated to say this. She convinced me that she will not feel bad in any way as I was trying to help her. I told her that I would give her a syringe and she can extract his sperm after sex from her pussy. She blushed and was very shy after I. Gary stuck his head around the shower curtain, and seemed to be unsure of what to say. He simply stammered, “Ah, sure Liz. We can talk…..sure.”“Gary, what’s going on? You are avoiding me and ignoring me? Are you mad at me?” I asked. I could hear my voice cracking slightly, indicating that I was on the verge of tears. I felt a huge lump forming in my throat. I did not want to cry in front of my brother at this moment.“Oh god, no; I am not mad at you. I think I am mad at myself. I feel guilty.