Option 1: It's yours [End]

"I'll take responsibility!" Ned blurts out before you can even finish scrambling for a way to dodge it yourself.

And just like that, you're off the hook.

You know exactly why he’s saying it. Ned knows Molly is way out of his league. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her, even if it means stepping up for a baby that has a fifty-fifty chance of being someone else’s.

You’ve never been more grateful for his existence. The last thing you want is to be a teenage dad or, worse, a deadbeat drowning in child support payments.

So you let him.

Ned and Molly get married soon after. You graduate high school as planned and head off to college, free and unburdened. Meanwhile, Ned stays behind, picking up a job in your hometown to support his new family.

Nine months later, the baby arrives.

No DNA test is done, but there’s no need. The kid has your eyes, your hair, hell, even your smug smirk. He looks nothing like Ned.

He’s yours.

But it doesn’t matter. Ned signed the birth certificate. Ned married Molly. Ned is legally the father, and he’s the one on the hook for child support.

You? You’re in college, living your best life.

You had your fun and dodged responsibility. Life is good. It’s even better having a friend like Ned, someone willing to let you have sex with his girlfriend and then raise the baby himself.

Even after the kid is born, their marriage stays open. And with Ned’s resigned blessing, you keep seeing Molly, now a housewife, a literal MILF, whenever you visit home on semester break.

“Inside!” she pleads as you thrust into her, her nails digging into your back.

You hesitate, just for a moment. It probably isn’t fair to your best friend, finishing inside his wife and risking knocking her up again. If she ends up with another kid, Ned will have to work twice as hard, raising a second baby that isn’t even his.

But he agreed to this, choosing this life for himself.

Sorry, Ned. You offer a silent, half-hearted apology before burying yourself deep and pumping Molly full of your thick seed.

It’s good to have a best friend like Ned, a willing cuck, accepting you as his wife’s bull, taking your sloppy seconds, and raising your kids as his own!

End