Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2010 20:06:59 -0000 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 13 Chapter 13 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. * * * * We dressed up for dinner, Rob and I in jackets and ties, the girls in figure hugging new dresses that caused one or two heads to turn as we went into the Dining Room. Rob and I glanced at each other, proud that we should have such beautiful wives who attracted approving looks from other diners, men and women, some old enough to be our parents. However, our fellow diners did not know that not for long would Sarah and Alison be able to wear their new attire, but both had chosen timeless styles with their pregnancies in mind. The four course dinner was a masterpiece, the chef's own vegetable soup, fish from the local lakes, beautifully cooked Hereford beef with locally produced vegetables cooked to perfection, followed by a choice of home-made desserts that were works of art in themselves! All this was accompanied by excellent wines and followed by coffee and liqueurs. It was another warm night and after this two-hour feast, we decided to take another walk along the tree lined lake shore. We first went via the suite where Rob and I discarded our jackets and ties, and the girls their handbags. Unencumbered, this time we walked in the opposite direction from our earlier stroll. There was barely a sound to be heard in the warm night air, aside from the gentle lapping of the water on the shore. We walked aimlessly at a gentle pace along the dimly lit path with our arms around our partners, discussing the dinner, the hotel, fellow guests and whatever. Suddenly there was an unmistakeable groan in the trees to the right of the lakeside path. We instinctively stopped. Peering into darkness, I could just make out a two human forms; one was leaning against a tree, the other in close embrace, legs apparently around the other's waist, bare buttocks supported by a pair of hands and moving rhythmically against the first. We were clearly not the only guests with sex in mind that night! Not wishing to disturb their conjugation we moved silently on. Twenty or thirty yards further on, the girls broke into barely stifled giggles at what they had seen, but without comment or surprise at the modus operandi of the amorous couple. It was certainly a lovely evening for some outdoor hanky-panky, but in our case that was for later! We strolled for another couple of hundred yards before turning to retrace our steps. As we neared the spot where we had earlier seen the lovers, two young men stepped out of the gloom to our left. They were both twentyish, slimly built, athletic looking types, perhaps a little taller than Rob and I. As we followed them towards the hotel, they put their arms around each other as lovers do, releasing their embrace only when they reached the brightly lit hotel car park. We then got a better look at them and Sarah pointed out that they were the two who were at a table just across from us in the Dining Room. We had labelled them as visiting businessmen, though this seemed a little odd on a Friday night. We decided against having a nightcap in the hotel bar and went directly to our suite. We sat and watched the ten o'clock news on the 42 inch flat screen TV in our lounge before the girls decided it was time to turn in. After goodnight kisses each of them pushed her husband towards the bedroom we were to share that night. Rob and I simultaneously protested but they insisted that was what they wanted! After another goodnight embrace, with Sarah giving my cock a quick massage as well, the girls left saying breakfast was at nine and closed the door behind them. "Who is first for the bathroom?" Rob asked. "You first, I need a dump after that huge dinner." "So do I, it must be the walk!" he replied but stripped down to his DNKYs and went first anyway. "That's more comfortable", Rob said as he came out, "I needed that". I was waiting, already stripped to my CKs. I had noticed in the mirror that they showed a tell-tale stain on the front, obviously the last dribbles of spunk from this morning's encounter. If Rob noticed, he didn't mention it. I went into the bathroom, took off the pants and left them to soak while I took a really good shit. I washed the pants and the handkerchief we had soiled earlier, hung them over the shower rail, cleaned my teeth, then dried my hands and face before emerging naked into the bedroom. Rob was propped up in bed, reading a tourist leaflet from the drawer beside the bed. "Better now?" he asked. "Ready for bed, I see", he added, as I walked around the bed, my bobbing dick at his eye level. I got into bed, not surprised to discover that Rob was naked too. He put down his reading material and said in a sombre tone "Alison and I really cannot thank you enough for what you have done for us. We always wanted children of our own, right from the day we met." "Not quite that soon, surely?" I interrupted, wanting to lighten the tone of the conversation a bit. "Well, not long after! We had our first shag within a week of meeting." "That's a very long time by today's standards, if the popular press is to be believed! But not hoping for babies at that stage!" "Well, not quite, but you know what I mean. As soon as we were married, we tried and tried, it took a long time before Alison could persuade me to see a doctor. She had secretly had some tests herself; I wasn't best pleased when I found out but I now realise it was my stubbornness that drove her to that deception. I have virtually no viable little wrigglers and we couldn't have coped with an anonymous donor solution. The girls discussed it for weeks apparently, before deciding that you were the likely answer to our prayers. Sarah even managed to get your spunk checked-out without you knowing!" "I wasn't too happy when she told me about that, but all in a good cause. But don't worry about us. I don't want thanks, I am glad to have such an open-minded and trusting brother and his wife. Sarah absolutely agreed that I should help." Rob had moved closer to me during this conversation, his right thigh was against my left one now. His tone had changed, "That night at your place when we wanked together, how did you feel about that?" "Well, it took me back a few years to our Rugby playing days. There was nearly always somebody who got a hard on in the communal showers and was forced to `fetch it' by the rest of the team. Do you remember when we beat Hereford Cathedral School 48-3 in the under-16s? Fifteen naked Monmothians raided the away team showers and showed the Hereford Bulls a thing or two!" "One or two of them obviously wanted more but a couple of them were near to tears. If it hadn't been our whole team in that raid, I think we would have been expelled, as it was old Spadger was pretty hard with the cane, my ass still tingles when I think about it." "I well remember his lecture about how public school boys should behave, him in his full gown and mortar-board, two canes lying on his desk and his sonorous voice. Then all fifteen of us lined up, told to turn around, get our trousers down and bend over for six of the best. There were to be no exercise books in the pants when he was administering the punishment. It must have been quite a sight!" "Yes! It wouldn't be allowed nowadays, cruelty to children, health and safety, human rights, even data protection must come into it somewhere. Remember young Foley getting a hard on? Was he really queer?" "Old Foley was in my year," I replied, "he was a bit suspect too, but I guess all boys of that age are prone to a bit of experimentation. He got caught shagging another kid on the cross-country run." "Yes, that was Sibson, he was in my year, a bit naïve to say the least. Thought his dick was just for peeing with! Perhaps it was because we lived on the farm that we knew better, probably from quite an early age." Rob was fondling my prick now. It wasn't showing much enthusiasm yet but I reached over and found his near full-mast. As soon as mine came to life, as I fondled Rob and he fondled me, it felt just like I was playing with my own cock. "Have you ever had one up your ass?" "No, but I have wondered what it would be like", he said. "I've never really fancied it but at the same time I am pretty curious about what it's like." "Same here, how about trying it?" he asked. "Who is going first?" "Roll over", he said "Yours is not quite ready yet. I think I've got some KY in my toilet bag, we haven't needed it much lately." I rolled over. Rob was in and out of the bathroom in a flash, his cock pointing the way. The KY was cold on my ring; he eased some more inside with his finger. Rob was kneeling between my legs. "Stick your ass up a bit", he commanded, "and push out like you are taking a shit." I did as I was told. I felt his prick probing my ass crack, then suddenly his knob slid in, he paused, there was no pain, slowly he eased his member further into my so recently emptied rectum. As the knob passed my prostate I felt a slight sting in my own knob and a single drop of pre-cum emerged from my throbbing cock. I took it on my finger and tasted the delicious salty tang as I licked it off. Rob slowly slid his cock in and out several times, without fully withdrawing. Every time the knob passed my prostate there was this glorious feeling of being near to cumming. Suddenly, he pulled his prick clear of my rectum. "Too near to cumming", he said, "we might want the spunk for later!" He gave his prick a quick wipe with my still-damp CKs he had brought from the bathroom when he fetched the well used tube of KY. "How was that for a virgin fucking a virgin ass?" "Not at all bad", I said in a typical English understatement. "Actually, I rather fancy trying the other side of the coin now." "Be my guest", he said as he got into position, his head resting on his folded arms, his legs apart, his ass raised. I kneeled between his legs and took the near empty tube of KY and spread some around his anus and into his rectum. I guided my rock hard penis towards his hole, sensing that he had opened it in anticipation. I put my glans into position and pushed gently. It slipped in easily, I paused, take a little time I thought, I was near to climax after our earlier coupling. I gently pushed my whole seven inches slowly into Rob's ass. Just like a cunt, I thought. I worked it to and fro a few times but I was too near to ejaculation to prolong the pleasure. "Another virgin ass bites the dust" I said as I withdrew, just in time; I had taken Rob's cue that we might need the spunk for later. "That was great, not at all what I expected, not as good as shag with a woman you love but a pretty good substitute, any port in a storm!" I retrieved the CKs from the floor, rolled on to my back alongside Rob and wiped my softening member. The CKs would need another wash now! We lay there together in silence for a couple of minutes by which time our pricks were lying recumbent on our bellies. Rob suddenly got up and kissed mine, then my balls and finally my nipples. "Thanks for everything, brother, thanks very much, Alison and I will be forever grateful", he said, somewhat emotionally. The obvious sincerity in his simple statement brought me close to tears as well. "I think we both need a shower now", was all I could say in response. We went to the bathroom together. The shower enclosure was big enough for two, though not as big as the twin-head ones we both had at home. We got in and turned the water fully on; without a word we started to wash each other down, concentrating on the parts of our bodies that had so recently given us so much pleasure. We took a long time to clean each other's genitalia and asses, but it was as a ritual rather than a sexual act, with no sign of arousal from either of us. Eventually, we briefly held each other in a tight embrace and kissed momentarily, as brothers, not lovers, before grabbing the towels to dry ourselves before returning to bed, though not before I had again washed the soiled CKs and hung them on the shower rail to dry. In bed, after putting the lights out, we snuggled-up, spoon-wise, me with my younger brother in my arms and were soon asleep. The phone woke us at 8 am; we hadn't moved an inch all night, still snuggled together like spoons in a drawer. It was the girls giving us an alarm call, with a reminder that the hotel breakfast finished at 9.30 and they needed debriefing before then -- I think Sarah's pun was unintended! We both headed naked to the bathroom and peed together into the toilet basin; it was odd seeing two, near identical jets from near identical cocks heading for the same pot. Then we washed and shaved together in the twin washbasins. Sarah and Alison were surprised when we both emerged into the lounge washed, shaved and immaculately groomed at 8.15, but nevertheless, we lost our plea for them to tell us their story first. Rob and I didn't take long to tell them the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about our night together, including the details of our morning pee! Rob added that we had saved our spunk for later, just in case they had joined us for a shag. "Not likely", Alison said, "we were having a good time on our own! You probably saved it for a double blow job, but then dropped off to sleep instead. Men!!" Judging by Rob's furtive glance at me she was pretty close to the truth about the planned blow job! Sarah looked a bit embarrassed. The story otherwise seemed to be pretty much as they expected but the girls were intrigued to know the difference in feeling between having our pricks up each other's asses compared with their more usual orifices. That was pretty hard to explain, as was the sensitivity of the prostate gland. I had done a unit in Human Anatomy at university as an adjunct to my engineering degree so it all got a bit technical and they soon lost interest! So it was Alison and Sarah's turn to describe their experiences together! Again, it was a bit of an anti-climax (another dreadful pun!). They had got themselves washed, their nighties on and into bed in pretty short order after shoving us two into our room. I am not sure why they bothered with the nighties, because the garments had soon come off and were not seen again until morning. The girls had started by discussing their masturbatory fantasies, which seemed to revolve around heart-throb professional footballers who supposedly had big dicks and certainly had bigger wallets than Rob and I could ever aspire to. "I wondered what you got up to when I was away," I said to Sarah. "Me too," Rob chipped in to Alison. We simultaneously grabbed our partners in a tight embrace and kissed them long and hard. My prick was stirring again and judging by the rearrangements Rob had to make after we released our embraces, so was his! Unlike us, they had put the lights out before phase two which involved a long time exploring each other's bodies in increasingly intimate detail until they ended up in the classic soixante-neuf position, culminating in near simultaneous climax the noise from which they were surprised didn't bring everyone running from their rooms. I remembered feeling the same way about the noise Sarah made in the Birmingham Airport Novotel and she has often repeated her virtuoso first-night performance since! Sarah took up their story. As the girls had relaxed, Alison went into a pensive mood, then profusely and tearfully thanked Sarah and me for being so understanding and willing to help them in their hour of need. This had brought Sarah to tears before they too had adopted the `spoons' position and gone off to sleep, only to be wakened from the same position when their alarm clock went off at 7 am. Then they went naked to the bathroom for joint shower, washing each other from head to toe. Alison chipped in to say that they had had to take it in turn to pee! With that, we went to the Dining Room and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and were last to leave when the breakfast service ended at 9.30am. (More follows -- hopefully without much more delay! Comments welcome, remember that apart from people's names and some minor liberties with places, this is a true story!)