Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2010 14:48:56 -0000 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 15 Chapter 15 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. * * * * Whilst Alison had a shower and did whatever else she needed to do in the bathroom, I went into the lounge, dressed only in my boxer shorts and put the kettle on for an early cup of tea. It had just boiled when Rob came similarly dressed out of the bedroom he had shared with Sarah. "What's all this with pyjamas, then?" I asked. "I could ask you the same question," he said, "I thought I ought at least to look the part!" "I don't suppose either of us have had them on all night. Is Sarah in the shower?" Rob chuckled. We both knew the other's sleeping habits! "Yes," he replied, "I guess we both get the second turn this morning." "I didn't get a first turn last night," I said, fishing, "but I did get a damned good blow job." "Well, I guess Sarah will be out in a minute and tell you all about it. I was rationed to some pretty good petting and straightforward, old fashioned shag. Sarah she needed paying back for your services." "Fair enough, Alison said I'd done enough for her already and I would have to be content without a shag - and I was!" "I guessed she might say something like that. I suppose we call it evens now!" "But not quits, I was happy to be of help!" Sarah was first out, just as we had made the tea, giving Rob's dick a playful tweak as she passed him to give me a long, hard, passionate kiss, squeezing herself along the length of my body. I felt my cock stirring and as she moved away the effect of her attention was obvious through the thin fabric of the boxer shorts. "What about me?" Rob said. She sidled up to him, gave him a quick kiss whilst again fondling his dick. "Hey, that's enough of that," I said, "Rob's got a wife to look after!" "So have you," she said, coming back to me and giving me a longer version of the same treatment, causing even more tenting of my thin boxers, just as Alison came out of the bedroom fully dressed. "What are you two up to at this time in the morning?" she asked and she made her way to Rob for her morning kiss. As she kissed him passionately at the same time as putting her hand up the loose leg of his shorts and having a good play with his wedding tackle. "OK, report time," Rob said. Alison told our story with remarkable frankness and a graphic description of the blow job which seemed to leave Rob feeling a little jealous, doubtless noting it for some future session with her. After the blow job, we'd gone to sleep, and that was that, Alison said. Sarah told how she had spent a long time exploring every inch of Rob's body, and he hers, both getting pretty well wound up. Then she had consented to, in her words, 'a jolly good, old-fashioned shag, nothing more, nothing less'. And that was what they did, before sleeping soundly in each other's arms, just like Alison and I did! "Right, girls, before Rob and I get shaved and showered, be truthful, how did we do?" "I couldn't tell the difference," both girls said in unison. Sarah added "except Rob needs a haircut!" referring to his curly pubes. "Perhaps Alison will attend to that tonight," I said, looking a Sarah who steadfastly refused to trim my bush though she sometimes let me attend to her tonsorial needs, even to use a razor. "Come on Rob, let's get cleaned up!" and we went to our respective bathrooms, taking the tea with us. By the time we were dressed, the girls had seen the weather forecast for the day on the TV. It was to be another warm, summer day but with thunderstorms threatening in the late afternoon. Over in the elegant dining room, we discussed our plan for the day and decided to walk round the lakeside in the morning, have a bite of lunch in one of the several pubs, intent on getting back to the hotel before the rain came. We set off in glorious sunshine and slowly walked about five miles, with frequent stops to enjoy the beautiful countryside and take photographs. At one point we wandered off the main path and dallied a while. Rob and I dived into the lake in our underwear but even at midsummer the water was too cold for comfort. As we stripped off and tried to get dry, while the girls made ribald comments about the reaction of the male anatomy to cold water. They soon realised that the effect quickly wore off when we chased, them, still naked, into the trees, leaving our clothes by the path. "There are some people coming down the path," Alison said, as Sarah dashed to retrieve our clothes. She was too late but apart from a friendly greeting the two men and three women made no comment about her carrying men's clothes, whilst two naked men tried to shrink further into the copse! There was a hostelry a little further on. Still without our underwear, we stopped for two pints of bitter, two halves of lager and some sandwiches, consumed them on the pub's lakeside terrace, put the world to rights for half an hour or so, had another couple of pints and then set off back towards the hotel. On the way, we retrieved our underpants from the bush on which we had left them to dry. As we put them on, Rob and I made sure the girls noticed that normal dimensions had been safely restored! It was beginning to cloud over or we might have dallied a while longer in that secluded copse. Our arrival was well timed, the first spots of rain began as we reached the hotel car park. Within ten minutes the heavens opened. After a quick spruce up in our suite, we decided to go to the hotel leisure complex. There were a few people in the pool, including 'Little and Large' who were swimming lengths, whilst the other three or four were either swimming aimlessly or standing chatting at the side of the pool. Sarah and Alison went for the Jacuzzi whilst Rob and I dived in at the deep end and swam after L&L who had just made some very professional turns. They did so again at the shallow end and we followed, keeping this up for seven lengths before joining the girls in the Jacuzzi, at the shallow end. It was just big enough for the four of us to be comfortable. After a few minutes Sarah and Alison decided to swim, Rob and I went to the men's steam room, leaving our trunks in the changing room on the way. Oliver and Grenville were sitting quite close together, Rob sat opposite them and I sat in the middle of the U-shaped seating. I suspect we both managed a bit of an oggle at their contrasting dicks. We chatted for a while before Grenville ('absolutely bloody enormous') asked again if we were twins, "No, just brothers, fourteen months apart," I said. "Well you certainly look almost identical," Oliver ('minuscule') piped up, I have a problem knowing one of you from the other." "I'm Rob, he's Nick. What about you two," Rob said, trying to sound innocent, "are you related?" Oliver again, "Well, sort of, we are an item." I had heard this strange expression before, referring to an unmarried male/female couple who were living together, but never of two men. "But it's easy to tell us apart." "There's not that much difference," I said. "Only the size of our dicks," Grenville replied. "Well, I must admit that I had noticed that." "Runs in the families, I think, both sides," Oliver said, "I can manage three inches on a good day." "That's not very often! I reckon on eleven inches, you should see it!" Grenville added, ostentatiously rearranging his equipment. "I'm not sure I'd want to do that," Rob said. "Our wives seem pretty satisfied with the seven inches we give them," I added, "I'm not sure if they could take half as much again!" "I can take Grenville's", Oliver said; Rob and I looked at each other, I am not sure we needed to know that! In for a penny, in for a pound, "We saw you down by the lake after dinner on Friday," I said. "Grenville, I told you there was somebody there", Oliver said. "I don't mind being watched." "We didn't watch, we just happened to walk past at the wrong time," I said, "I heard a noise and just glanced your way. We didn't know who it was until we followed you back to the hotel." "We are not doing it outdoors again, you know what would happen if I got caught," Oliver was getting twitchy. "I can't help it if you are a fucking copper," Oliver retorted. "You know it's illegal for two men to have sex in public. I'd never get to be a bloody sergeant, let alone Chief Constable. I'd probably get fired." Rob broke up the discussion, at least so far as we were concerned, "We'd better see what the girls are up to." We left the sauna, had a quick rinse under the cold shower, put our trunks on and went back to the pool. The girls were ready to go back to the suite. Rob and I did three or four more lengths and then joined them. By then, they had reorganised our clothes and whatever, for sleeping together as couples that night. Later, at dinner, we noticed that Grenville was eating alone. He showed no recognition of us and left as soon as he had finished his main course. Was Oliver still in the doghouse? The rain had stopped after dinner so we again took a short stroll along the lakeside path and couldn't help but notice that L&L disappeared into the trees a hundred yards or so in front of us. When we reached that point, they were nowhere to be seen. We walked on for a while then turned. When we reached the side path again, Rob said "I need a leak" and turned aside. He stood there awhile before beckoning silently to me. I joined him and he pointed out two shadowy white figures in the undergrowth. "They are stark naked", he said, "shagging themselves silly. Their clothes are over there." He pointed to a neatly folded pile some distance from the two lovers. "Let's move them," I said. "Right," Rob said and silently moved towards the pile, picked it up and put it behind a large tree. We stepped back, conscious of the fact that the light was behind us and if the lovers turned we should be seen. We motioned the girls to be quiet as we approached. As the four of us turned towards the hotel we heard groans of satisfaction from within the copse. A minute or so later "Where the hell are they, I'm sure this is where we left them." A different voice "Well, they can't have walked, they must be somewhere." The girls looked puzzled as Rob and I giggled. "L&L were naked, shagging in the copse," I said, "we moved their clothes behind a tree." Sarah said "Let's go back and catch them naked." "Yes, I'd love to see that big dick you told me about," Alison replied. We turned and walked slowly back the few yards, before stopping. "I need a leak," I said, loud enough for them to hear me and giving myself an excuse to go into the trees. I stood between the two men and their clothes. They were trying to hide behind a tree in the near darkness. I stood for a few moments, pretending to pee. "Is somebody there," I asked, "is there a problem?" No reply. I walked towards their hiding place. "Is anyone there?" This time there was a whispered "Yes, but we've got a problem. Is that Rob?" "No, it's Nick, what's up?" Nothing, anymore, I suspected! "We've lost our clothes." "What do you mean?" "You're a man of the world," Grenville said. "We came in here and took our clothes off and now we can't find them." "Why did you take your clothes off?" asked a female voice. Both men scuttled behind the trees to hide their modesty, as Sarah came up behind me. "There's something behind that tree," she said, pointing some distance from where Oliver was hiding. Rob and Alison came sauntering up, sniggering at the men's discomfiture. "It looks like a pile of clothes. Well, I guess that is sorted, we'll leave you to it," I said and turned to leave. As we turned back towards the hotel, we all glanced back. In the darkness we could just make out two men struggling to get their clothes on as quickly as possible. We decided to have a nightcap at the hotel bar and were still there when L&L got back. "Good evening", they said, looking guilty but trying to sound innocent. "Can we get you a drink," Rob said, "it'll warm you up." "Thank you," Oliver said, "I'll have a Glenmorangie, please." Grenville had been about to decline, but Oliver had forestalled him. "The same for me, please," he said, giving Oliver a black look as he did so. They settled down and the six of us chatted amiably for a while before Rob said "We are very broad-minded, you know, what other people get up to is their affair. We don't give a toss." Alison gave him a funny look; had he deliberately used that particular vernacular and did she know that outdated slang for a wank, I wondered. "We didn't mean to cause offence," Grenville said, "but being a gay copper is no fun." "No offence taken, actually, Rob has a confession to make", I said, putting him on the spot. "I moved the clothes," he said. "I came into the trees for a piss, saw what was going on, you two were totally oblivious to everything around you, so I moved your clothes behind that tree as a joke." "I was sure they weren't we had left them, I thought I was going senile or something. No offence taken by us either," Oliver said. "Barman, another round, on us, if you please! Glenmorangie for us, Glayva for our friends" he added, quite unnecessarily. What with wine at dinner, followed by two large slugs of Scotch Whisky Liqueur, I think we were all a bit squiffy by the time we got up from the bar to go to our rooms. As we went into the lounge I said, "OK, girls, wives with husbands tonight, what's planned for tomorrow?"