Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2010 20:25:35 -0000 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in the family - Chapter 23 KEEPING IT IN THE Family -- Chapter 23 WARNING: The following true story -- only the names of the participants have been changed -- contains descriptions of gay, bisexual and 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. * * * * Our act of love completed, I filled the bottle, as directed and returned, naked to the bed in which Sarah was already asleep. I eased myself into the `spoons' position behind her and was soon asleep myself. We were rudely awakened at 6.30am by the alarm clock summoning us from our slumbers. Sarah rolled over and kissed me. "I had a very strange dream last night," she said. I dreamt that you were shagging me. It was a long, slow act of love, not one of our violent sexual romps. Then I licked you clean and you cleaned me. It was so lovely, so real ..." "We did and it was real!" "Really? It was so much like a dream. You went to the bathroom afterwards, then came back and slipped into bed behind me; I really thought it was a dream. It's a pity you have to go," she said, rolling on to her back and rubbing her neatly coifed, naked mound sensuously with both hands; that and her pert bosoms pointing skywards almost made me change my mind. Instead, I rolled out of bed, went naked to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on before going to the bathroom for my shave and shower. By the time I was out, Sarah was downstairs; I quickly dressed and went back to the kitchen where she was in her dressing gown preparing my breakfast. I gave her the bottle, in its carefully labelled protective bag. "Ahh! You remembered. I'll take it in this morning on the way to the shops. Clare will think you are a fast worker!" "I needed some help. Are you going to help me with the other one?" "Only if you ask very, very nicely. It'll new to me but I am a quick learner." "Right, you are on; we must be up for an early lesson on Tuesday morning." "What about Saturday morning?" I finished my breakfast, complete my toilette, gathered up my stuff for the office and left about 7.45, having decided to walk to the office. The weather had picked up again after the thunderstorm and it looked like it would be fine and warm again over the weekend. As I walked through the woods, I kept my eyes open but it was a bit early for any hanky-panky. Or was it? There were two lorries and three cars in the lay-by but no sign of any drivers. It started as an unremarkable day at the office and I was able to finish the remaining backlog of work after my short holiday; I sometimes wonders if holidays are worthwhile -- most of the work piles up to be done on one's return! I still hadn't told my staff of our news. They had been doing a great job lately in spite of being short-handed, so I decided to pop out at lunch time and get some cakes to offer as a small `thank-you' at our (unofficial) afternoon tea-break and then to announce my impending fatherhood. About 3pm, I asked everybody to get their drinks and to join me in the conference room. In hindsight, I think this may have caused a bit of alarm and despondency because there had been rather persistent rumours of job losses in another division of the company. Anyway, unveiling the cakes put paid to that! I thanked them for the work they had all done over the last couple of months whilst we had been so busy. There were murmurings of pleasure, so that was a good move! "I have a personal announcement to make as well", I paused; there were puzzled looks. Was I going to leave? "Sarah and I are expecting a baby early next year. I think that makes me the last man in the office to become a father." There was applause, just as my Divisional CEO walked in, as he often did on a Friday afternoon. "What's the celebration, Nick?" "Sarah and I are expecting a baby." "Well done! Great news, I am so pleased for you, fatherhood for me is an enormous pleasure." I happened to know that both his children were adopted, though my colleagues probably did not. There was more applause and cheers. "Well, I have some more good news for you all, the reason for my dropping in this afternoon. The company's annual results will be published on Monday." He looked at his watch, "I am not supposed to tell you this until the Stock Market closes but our profitability is well above expectations. Most of you have Share Incentives, they will be immediately exercisable and for everyone there will be a bonus of five percent of annual salary payable at the end of July and again in August. Nick will certainly be able to afford a nice pram for the baby!" There was prolonged applause; I offered Tom the last of the cakes, which he took with gusto. Tom answered a few, mostly trivial, questions from the staff and chatted generally for a while then said, "A word, in your office, please Nick." The staff was going to be discussing their unexpected bonuses for the rest of the afternoon! "Two things, your bonus will be on the management scale, of course, so it's twenty percent for you, paid over four months. Secondly, we had a board meeting last week. Your name came up. The chairman and the CEO thought you might be a good candidate for MD in Newcastle. Jerry is retiring in the middle of next year, we would want a bit of an overlap, but you know their business pretty well anyway." "Well, thank you, I am honoured. I like the work and people here but I don't think I will have to think about it for very long!" "Well, talk to Sarah about it. There is no rush to decide but there may also be some reorganisations involved, so in any case we would like you to be at the next Board meeting at the end of August for a chat. Talk to Jerry in the meantime, he was there last week and was happy to endorse you. He will be expecting your call. Anyway, I must go now, call me next week when you've spoken to him and had a chance to mull it over." I left about 4.30 for my walk home and as I crossed the main road, I noticed George standing by the lay-by. "Taking a stroll, George?" "Aye, getting a bit of air, and a bit of entertainment on the way home from work." He gestured towards the Dutch lorry. "He's got a brilliant video of two blokes, one with an enormous dick and the other no bigger than my finger." It couldn't be, could it? Grenville was a cop, after all. "He'll show you." Before I could stop him, George was banging on the lorry door. "Hey, Hans, show Nick that video." I only needed to see the introduction, I recognised the faces straight away, it was Little and Large! The driver was ready to go, but he whizzed forward to a full frontal shot of the two men, penises erect, one huge and one tiny. "You wouldn't believe the sizes of those two, would you Nick?" "Well, I wouldn't have, if I hadn't seen them." George gave me a funny look. "On the film, I mean." I just about dug myself out of that faux-pas, I think. "I am back next week," Hans said. "I can be bringing some more, maybe for you to have." "I am not sure our wives would approve, but let's see what you can come up with," George said. "We'll see you again soon." With that, he started the engine, closed the door and was away and we strolled back through the woods towards our homes. "You look pretty pleased with yourself this evening. What's up?" "Nothing, really, the weekend, the baby, nice weather, just glad to be alive," I said philosophically. I didn't want to tell him about my bonus or possible promotion just yet. "Have you heard from Tim in Sweden?" "He phoned when he got there and again at lunch time today, so Gladys tells me. It looks like he's getting settled in. He is staying outside Oslo with a family with a couple of lads about his own age. They've had him out on the town already. I hope he took some rubber what-nots with him! " "I am sure you can get them over there, when is he coming back?" "About the end of August, not settled yet." We were home by then; Sarah was talking to Gladys on the drive. "Advice about babies, I'll warrant," George said. "Gladys was so disappointed we couldn't have any more; she'll dote on yours when it arrives." We greeted our wives, me with a peck on Sarah's cheek, George with "What's for tea, Gladys, I'm starving, we were too busy to get any lunch." We went indoors and I gave Sarah a proper kiss. "What's up with you this afternoon? You look like that cat that got the cream." Was I really that transparent? "Tom came by this afternoon; we're getting a decent bonus after all." There had been some doubt about us getting anything this year. "Five percent of salary," I said. "That's not bad, it could be better." "For four months running, in my case" I added, "and that's not all. Our share incentive scheme will kick in and I'm in the running for a promotion, MD in the Newcastle office." "Wow, twenty percent, less the tax I suppose, the share scheme payout and a promotion, that's great! I'm not sure about moving up north, though." "Hold on, it will still be around ten grand after tax, plus the company shares but remember the promotion is not signed and sealed yet." "Fair comment, I have done a chicken and ham salad, followed by Summer Pudding for dinner. I thought that would be right for the hot weather." "Great, I'll get changed. Let's have it on the patio. There's a cold bottle of Vouvray in the fridge in the garage, how about that as well?" Five minutes later when I came down wearing only a tee-shirt, cargo shorts and flip-flops, the wine was already poured and everything else was just about ready for the table. "To us and our baby," I said, raising my glass. "To us, our baby, and to Rob and Alison's baby," Sarah said, a very thoughtful and caring remark on her part. "I spoke to Alison this afternoon, she went to the doctor this morning, all is well and guess what -- February 28th 2004 is the date she was given!" "Rob will have to chase her round the garden if nothing is happening or the poor lad will miss out on birthdays. I'll put the coffee pot on and then let's have dinner." "Now who is assuming they will be boys!" We sat outside and had a leisurely dinner. As usual, Sarah had prepared it beautifully but far too much. Nevertheless we got through it, accompanied by a couple of small glasses each of the medium-sweet wine from the Loire valley. We talked about the bonus I was to get and what to do with it, agreeing that it would best be used for the baby fund, and balance being used to pay a lump-sum off our mortgage. We'd keep the shares, perhaps to fund a possible move up north, but Sarah was clearly not very enthusiastic about Newcastle. As an only child, she was close to her parents and, indeed, very close to my family. We ate our pudding, the melange of sweet summer berries on a bread base soaked in the fruit juices blended well with the sharp-sour taste of the crème frâiche. I poured two cups of coffee and brought them from the kitchen. "We've had three things this evening I must cut down on," Sarah said, "alcohol, coffee and crème frâiche." "The diet starts tomorrow," I said. We were just finishing the coffee when George and Gladys came out into their garden. Gladys was eager to tell us about Tim's adventures in Sweden, the family he was staying with, the house, the work he was doing, how clean everywhere was, even down to the extortionate cost of beer. "Has he found a girl friend yet?" I asked. George replied, "Give him time, apparently both the lads where he is staying have girls, so no doubt they will try to get him fixed up before too long. " We talked over the garden fence for quite some time, all the predictable things, Tim, babies, the weather, politics, you name it, but I did not mention bonuses or promotions. They could wait for another day. After a while, Sarah said "Well we had better get cleared up out here" and we bade our farewells. This was an occasion when the dishwasher was going to get some exercise! Sarah and I watched TV for a while, before she announced that she would have a bath; I had some bits of post I wanted to clear up and said I would shower before bed. I poured myself a generous gin and tonic and tackled the paperwork. It was about 10.30 when I joined Sarah in bed, having noticed from my study window that George and Gladys were still sitting out in their garden. We chatted for a few minutes, my suggestive snuggles were rebuffed by a reminder of the 72 hour deadline, so eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms, promising a re-enactment of Sarah's dream next morning. Being Saturday, there was no alarm to wake us, but Sarah must have been wakened but the brilliant sunshine about five o'clock in the morning. I was awakened by feeling my dick being gently fondled and already well above half mast. I lay there on my back with my eyes closed for some moments enjoying the pleasure but when I felt her lips closing around my knob I flinched and gave the game away. "You're awake! I worked out that this was our last opportunity before you had to provide your specimen for Tuesday." "The specimen doesn't have to be done on Tuesday." "No, but you do have to wait for three days whenever you do it!" "You'll miss out for three days, too." Naked, she rolled on to her back, her pert bosoms pointing skywards. I sat up, kneeled astride her legs, kissed her crotch, her belly and each of her tits before pushing my tongue hard between her lips, deep into her mouth. She pushed it right back into my mouth with her tongue and our lips met in a long wet kiss. Sarah was ready, I was ready, but all the same, we took our time in a gentle act of love, caressing each other's naked bodies, me sliding my member slowly and gently, in and out of her tunnel of love, not thrusting violently as in an act of rape, whilst she gripped me tightly with her arms around my waist, pulling me into her body. Then I heard the little groan and with my next thrust forced my prick to its hilt, engaging with her cervix and released my hot semen in spurt after spurt deep inside Sarah's body, just as she climaxed herself. Neither of us moved for several tens of seconds, my member was shrinking, Sarah pulled me even closer and we kissed passionately in tribute to each other, our now sweaty bodies sliding easily over each other as I slowly withdrew. I rolled off her body before we gently cleaned each other in our accustomed manner, savouring together the mingled tastes of our coupling. That completed, I lay beside her, gently caressing each other's bodies, both of us unashamedly as naked as the days we were born, as naked as our baby would be in a few short months time. "That's it then, no more hanky-panky before your winky-wanky on Tuesday morning. Are you going to manage that?" Knowing full well what she meant, I said "What the abstinence or the wanking?" "I'll make sure you abstain. You deal with the wanking!" "I thought you were going to help me with the wanking, funny word isn't it? My dad always called it tossing-off, a bit more graphic, I suppose. Rob and I still remember his one and only lecture about sex on our thirteenth birthdays." "I'm intrigued; I've never seen you do it." "I've never needed to with you around!" I got a sharp smack across my bare buttock. I leapt astride her and planted my lips firmly on hers, my arms around her shoulders, locking each other tightly together. After a minute or so, she pushed me away, "Time to get up," she said. "That's what Percy says," I responded, as I sat back on my haunches with my member pointing horizontally, towards her face. She sat up and took my prick deep into her mouth and pulling the foreskin over my knob, using only her lips. "No chance, I'm going for the shower." "And me." Moments later, we were washing each other down under the refreshing spray. We got dried and dressed, then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in the kitchen with the Saturday papers.