Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2009 09:04:35 +0100 From: Nick Subject: KEEPING IN THE FAMILY - Chapter 11 WARNING: The following true story - only the names of the participants have been changed -contains descriptions of gay and bisexual/incestuous activity between adult relatives and others, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause offence against some religious beliefs. Please do not read any further if you are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your country! By the way, the story is written with the full knowledge and approval of all the living persons having significant mention therein. * * * * Chapter 11 The next ten days or so flew by. Sarah spoke to Alison at the weekend and finalised the arrangements for our weekend away, the usual woman-talk about what to wear, etc. plus some more furtive whisperings Sarah wouldn't tell me about, told me to wait and see. Rob and I discussed some of the more practical arrangements, travel and the like, deciding to meet for morning coffee in the quaint Lake District town of Kendal en route to Lake Windermere. Traffic on the M6 motorway permitting it would take us about two and a half hours from Solihull; Rob and Alison would take about an hour and a half from their home in Consett. The summer weather had broken but the mid-range forecast predicted a return to more seasonable conditions before our break. To be honest, I can't remember much about our sex during those ten days but I am sure we must have had some, possibly quite a lot the way Sarah was feeling - and who was I to say no? Tim was home again that weekend and chatted to me while I was doing some tidying up in the garage on Saturday morning. I asked him about his dick and he said it was fine but he wasn't risking anything too active just yet! He offered to show it to me but just then George popped his head around the door to announce that lunch was ready. Tim went in to lunch but George lingered for a moment and said "Gladys thinks Sarah is pregnant, she says women can tell." "That would be telling" I said. "Still secret is it?" "Well, we shall be telling the family in a week or so. Jump to your own conclusions but don't tell Sarah I told you!" "Gladys wasn't half randy when she was expecting Tim, she wanted it every night for the first six or eight weeks. I had a job to manage a couple of extra sessions at the weekend. Willie was never quite the same again!" "How is Tim's after the operation?" I asked, changing the subject. "He showed me, it looks fine but he hasn't dared toss himself off yet but he says he's had a few wet dreams and wakes with a good hard on most mornings. I might ask him if he wants it sucked when Gladys goes out later." "Sounds good to me", I said. "Perhaps you can get yours sucked again too." "I managed to get Gladys to do it the other night. Then she wanted to try it again the next night. She swallows, too." "You reluctantly let her, of course?" "Of course, but she doesn't suck as hard as Tim. Makes a nice change from shagging her but she wants me to give her head now, I'm not sure I can cope with that." "GEORGE, LUNCH!" came Gladys's great bellow from next door, interrupting our conversation. George knew better than to dally any longer and was gone in a flash. Sarah and I spent a fairly lazy Sunday. We both had busy weeks ahead before we could get away on Friday so we sorted out the clothes for our holiday - probably far too much as usual, but we had to prepare for the vagaries of the English summer weather, although the forecast was good. Sarah popped round to see her parents after tea. They were planning ten days on the south coast so she wouldn't be seeing them for a while. I stayed at home planning to finish some work but no sooner than she had gone than Tim came round, ostensibly to pick my brain on a tutorial problem he had from his university course finish. We got that assorted out quite quickly but he continued to hover; there was clearly something else on his mind. After some inconsequential chit-chat he suddenly said "Nick, do you mind showing me your dick again?" I must have looked a bit surprised because he added "I just want to compare yours with mine now I have lost my foreskin. I kept it as a souvenir, by the way." "No problem, I wanted to see yours anyway" I said, dropping my shorts, revealing my lack of underwear as well as a less than flaccid cock, "but you've seen your Dad's." "He hasn't got much of a foreskin, nothing like as tight as mine was but it does take some pulling back, nowhere near as loose or as long as yours" Tim said as he unzipped his pants and flopped his cock and balls out, no underwear there either, I thought. Still it was another hot day. He stroked his own cock and took hold of mine, gently pushing the foreskin back, studying the rolling movement as the head was slowly uncovered. "It's a pity mine won't do that, but I like the neat scar, nothing like as ragged as some I've seen." "It looks good," I said, "up for a wank yet?" "Maybe, I'll have to take it gently though. I've been coaxing it along a bit for the last week or so and woken up most mornings with a stiffie. Dad and I sucked each other last night when Mum was out. Sixty-nine, he called it!" My member had risen noticeably and Tim's was pretty well at full mast, twitching slightly from time to time, "Sarah won't be back just yet will she?" "No, she'll be an hour at least. I'll get some tissues." By the time I was back from the bathroom, Tim was stroking his full length, carefully studying the healed but still red looking scar. He became more and more confident and as his balls began to tighten, I increased the pace at which I was massaging my own tool, now well hardened with its prominent veins pulsing in my hand. "You're going to need this any second now," I said, handing him some tissues about three strokes before he shot his spunk into them. "You just made that in time!" he said. "We didn't want spunk on the carpet did we?" I had dribbles of pre-cum running into the tissues and my own balls were lifting just as the telephone rang. I saw from the caller display that it was Sarah calling from her cell phone so had to stop wanking and answer her. She had a flat tyre on the motorway, could I come? I was certainly ready to come but I sensed that was not quite what she meant! I looked at Tim. He was mopping up the last dribbles of spunk from his shrinking cock. I licked my finger. He took the cue and with his finger lifted a gob of the sticky white goo from the tissue to his mouth. I had established exactly where Sarah was and my prick was now deflated, though unsatisfied, and I was getting dressed. As Tim left, I noticed a wet patch on the front of his pants; doubtless the last remnants of his spunk, but said nothing. George would understand, hopefully Gladys wouldn't notice! It took me about fifteen or twenty minutes to reach Sarah. I parked on the hard shoulder about thirty yards behind her car and walked to where she was standing behind the Armco crash barrier. Another couple of minutes and I has the spare wheel, jack and wheel brace out. Luckily, the problem was on the nearside and she was well off the running lane; I certainly wouldn't fancy changing a wheel on the offside with 40 tonne trucks passing by just six feet away at 60 miles per hour! Hopefully, I still had a lot of shagging to do before I met my end! Just as I was stowing the equipment, I noticed that flashing blue lights had appeared behind my car, quickly followed by two policemen in yellow fluorescent jackets walking towards us. "Good evening, sir" the first officer said, shouting to make himself heard over the noise of the passing traffic. "Can we help?" "Thanks, but we are OK now, I've just changed the wheel on my wife's car." "With all due respect, sir, on a busy motorway like this that is best left to the professionals." "I certainly wouldn't want to do it too often," I replied. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" the second officer said. "I know," he went on, "Packington woods, up by the radio site, a few weeks back" and gave me a wry smile. I hadn't recognised him with all his motorway regalia on. "We'll just see you off, you go first Madam, stay on the hard shoulder until you get up to about sixty, then put your right flasher on and merge just as if you were joining the motorway junction." "Thank you," Sarah said before adding that she would see me back at home in an hour or so and then got into her car and drove off, merging with the traffic lane like an expert. "She did that pretty well, your turn now, sir, don't forget the flashers. And by the way, speaking of flashers, your zip is undone." In my haste to get dressed I had left my fly open. Fortunately, I had grabbed a pair of CKs as well as my shorts! "Have a good evening, sir!" "You too, officers, and thanks for the help. See you around." It took about thirty minutes for me to get home, having to go to the next junction and come back on the other side. George and Tim were in their front garden and just as we exchanged greetings, Gladys came out to enquire if Sarah was alright. I assured her that all was well and at that moment my cell phone rang. It was Sarah to say that she was safely at her parents' house by then. Only then did she admit that it had been a scary experience when her tyre went flat in the third lane on the M42. "Is Sarah pregnant?" Gladys ventured. George had obviously not told her. "Officially or unofficially?" I asked. "That's great news," Gladys said, ignoring my question. "We haven't told anybody yet. I hope she won't blurt it out to her mother tonight. We are planning to tell the family next week after we have been away at the weekend." Sarah called again a bit later on to say she was leaving; that wasn't like her, she was usually quite confident about driving, even alone at night on the motorway. She arrived home just as it was getting dark and was clearly a bit upset and close to tears. I tried to console her but it did not seem to help. She did not say a lot before deciding to relax by having a bath. Half an hour or so later, she emerged in her dressing gown, looking much calmer. She told me how scared she was when the car became hard to control due to the flat tyre, with all the other Sunday evening traffic around her. Interestingly, she noticed that everyone around her began making space; she called it 'the parting of the waters', an expression I used when the same thing happened to me years earlier. Her first thoughts had been for the baby, as yet just a tiny speck in her womb. After a few kisses and cuddles she suggested a hot, milky drink before bed and despatched me to the kitchen to make cocoa. By the time I had made it, Sarah was in bed so I checked everywhere was locked up, put the lights out and took both mugs upstairs. I quickly undressed and joined her in bed, both of us naked as the days we were born. We tenderly explored each other's bodies, as we had many times before, twisting this way and that, our fingers gently caressing each other in unison. I wasn't long before I felt my now hardening prick being sucked into Sarah's mouth and took this as the cue to slip my tongue into her soaking love slit. We gently used our mouths on the other's love organs until Sarah suddenly gave a great shudder and screamed with the pleasure of her orgasm - the first time I had brought her to that height using only my tongue in her cunt. Her eruption caused me to lose what little control I had left and my spunk, instead of being wasted wanking with Tim, shot into her mouth, spurt after red-hot spurt. We collapsed into a sweaty heap. "Now you need another bath" I joked. "So do you" was the response, but we just drank our near cold cocoa, cuddled together and fell into a sound sleep, without even bothering to clean our teeth. It had been a true act of love, not just a quick shag for pleasure or routine copulation. * * * * (More follows, comments welcome, good or bad!)