The correct sample is missing

You wait for the inevitable, but nothing happens. Instead, you become more aware of the doctor's nervous fidgeting, as if she had lost something. "That's so strange, by the time the appointment is scheduled we usually have the sample..." you hear her whispering to herself and she swiftly excused herself and stepped out, leaving you to try and enjoy your ****-induced, mild high.

Right outside the door, you can hear your doctor arguing with one of the nurses before both went their separate ways. Your doctor returned just a minute later with a small container in hand that she placed on the tray before getting busy between your legs again. In an attempt to try and figure out what's written on the container, you lean to the side and blink a couple times... "Sperm donation," "High concentration and mobility," and just below that "Rickard, Jimmy"

Weird, Rickard? That's your family name! Such an odd coincid- 'Jimmy'? That was the name of your... younger brother! Just then, the doctor dipped the body of a syringe with its nose first into the gooey container and began pulling the plunger back, which noisily sucked in most of the beige, swirly and cloudy substance. A couple seconds later, those strings of white were freely swirling around in the body of the syringe. The elderly woman's slightly shaky fingers then reached briefly towards the area between your legs and retrieved the bottom end of the lengthy tube, the one that was still connected to the inside of your body. Your slow mind struggled to keep up. "W-wait, that's not right," you point out softly while watching her frail fingers attaching the sticky nose of the syringe directly to the clear plastic tube.

"Oh hush now honey," she said reassuringly while looking back up at you for the first time in minutes. "I know you're young and nervous, but sometimes you just need to take a leap of faith. Here, we'll do it together," she offers as she places the tool in your hand and closes your fingers around it, her hand securely wrapped around yours while she guides your thumb up to the plunger. You turn the warm syringe around and see the disgusting swirls of beige, grey and white slime shifting around in its little container. The fact that it was your little brother's semen swimming around in there made it so much worse. He was still a virgin in high school, overall a depressing person and genetically a bit on the chubbier side. Together with your sister, you often made fun of him for being a loser. This must be how he paid for his school supplies. At the same time, this was probably also the closest he had ever gotten to a girl's vagina, and you made a mental note to tease him about being a sperm donor. Hell, you made a note to do something far worse than that to him once this is over.