Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 21:50:27 -0000 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 24 KEEPING IT IN THE Family - Chapter 24 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. * * * * * Moments later, we were enjoying washing each other down under the refreshing dual spray in our double shower cubicle. We both thought the bathroom refurbishment we had done soon after we bought the house was an extravagance, but it now seemed like money well spent. We got dried and properly dressed, then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in the kitchen with the Saturday papers. Unlike my rushed weekday breakfasts of cereal or toast, we usually sat down for a cooked breakfast at weekends, and today was no exception. It was an hour or so after we started, when we stacked the breakfast crockery in the dishwasher with last night's dinner things and set it going. I spent the rest of the morning tidying up the front garden, or more specifically talking to various neighbours. Our news had spread quickly and since we were one of the few childless couples in the street, everyone seemed intent on congratulating us. One would have been forgiven for thinking that successful copulation between man and woman had never before taken place! It was great to know that we lived in such a caring neighbourhood; in fact it made me think twice about moving up north, though I had nothing against the people up there. Sarah had intended to give the house a good clean from top to bottom, but she too was largely thwarted by the number of passers-by who wanted to stop for a chat. But it was great, the weather was fine, we were relaxed and happy, the neighbours were great. We stopped for a quick lunch, I sat with the newspapers for a while and then it was time to get changed to go to Sarah's parents for afternoon tea, still a fairly formal affair in their house, Sundays especially. Doubtless they would want to have the full chapter and verse of our news, especially as they were planning to visit Sarah's Aunt in Oxford on the Sunday. We drove the few miles, using the back roads through leafy Warwickshire rather than the motorway, aiming to arrive about 3pm, as directed! It was interesting to notice the number of cars parked along the way, couples enjoying themselves open air on a lovely sunny afternoon, I wondered, thinking back to our coupling in the nearby woods a couple of weeks earlier. I got a slap on the thigh from Sarah for even suggesting it. "Remember, you are in purdah until Tuesday," she reminded me, quite unnecessarily, "anyway, we'd be late!" "OK, you win - for now!" Doreen and Frank must have been watching for us, the moment we drove into their drive they stepped out of the front door. Sarah was no sooner out of the car than her mother flung her arms around her and burst into tears of joy, "We are delighted, we thought we were never going to be grandparents," she said, "Its wonderful news." "It's not that long, mother, we've only been married three years." "A lot of couples don't even wait until they are married before they have children these days, let alone sleeping together." Doreen and Frank were both very much of the old school in such matters, although Sarah had come along less than a year after their wedding. Frank was a bit more reserved but grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously, "Well done, Nick, we are so pleased for you both." "Thanks, but it was no trouble, really, just doing what comes naturally," I replied. "Alison and Rob are expecting their first baby about the same time." "Milwyn and Dilys will be grandparents three times over then." "Four, Hannah is expecting another son in October." I replied, "There are babies expected all over the place!" "As you know, we only managed the one, not for the want of trying, mind you." Frank sounded quite down-hearted. There was lots of 'woman-talk' and 'man-talk' before we had tea on the balcony over their back lawn. Their bungalow was cleverly built on a slope with the double garage, study and utility rooms at garden level to one side, ground level on the other, with a balcony at the living level providing a splendid outlook across open country. Doreen was an excellent cook and had baked several kinds of cake for us. I knew already that we would be offered the remaining portions to take home. She knew Sarah didn't have the patience required for baking. While Sarah helped her mother clear up after tea, I looked round Frank's garden and talked to his neighbour over the fence. "So you're to be a father, then, congratulations, Doreen couldn't wait to tell Enid last week. She was so pleased." That finished, the four of us spent an hour or so walking a circular route across the fields and back through the nearby woods to the house where Doreen made some more tea before packing up the 'spare' cake for us to take home - without bothering to ask if we wanted it! We took our leave and returned the 'quick' way, via the M42. It was the first time Sarah had been that way since her unfortunate episode with the flat tyre. When we got home, Sarah said "I felt ever so randy walking back through the woods with Mum. It reminded me of Packington that afternoon." I knew exactly what she meant! "Remember, I am on an embargo until Tuesday!" "I'm not!" she said, seductively stroking her pubic area. The phone rang and spoilt the tight embrace and kiss I was giving her, whilst grinding my crotch into hers. It was my mother, why didn't we come for lunch tomorrow, short notice, yes, but that was my family! The weather would be fine and she couldn't wait to have a talk to Sarah. Hannah and David would be there with the kids. "Mother wants to know if we would like to go to lunch tomorrow, it'll be home reared Hereford beef," I said to Sarah. "Why not, yes, let's do that," she responded, needing no persuasion. She got on very well with my family and enjoyed going to the farm - but only in fine weather! That fixed, we pottered about the house for a while before settling for an early night, around ten o'clock, tired from the fresh air and excitement. We were soon washed and ready for bed, Sarah in a pensive mood as she snuggled up beside me, both of us naked under the single sheet. "Things will be different with children running around the house," she said as she gave my flaccid cock a tweak. "No more nudity, no showers together, the need to listen out for the kids when we are making love, not having noisy orgasms . " "Hey! Wait a minute, what's this about kids? The first one's not due for eight months yet. Then he's not going to be running around for another year, we can get him settled, then shag to our heart's content." "I wish .! Sarah continued playing with my dick. I willed it not to react, but react it did but all we could do was to have a playful romp before falling asleep in each other's arms, Percy sandwiched between us. We awoke about 7am, both lying on our backs, spread-eagled on the bed, Sarah's pert breasts pointing skywards, my cock lying along the hairy track towards my navel slightly engorged by the need for a pee. Sarah, still teasing me about my enforced abstinence, leaned over and kissed my dick, before tweaking it between her finger and thumb, then pulling the foreskin back and kissing the knob. That was it, I sprang up, turned her over, sat astride her legs and began to playfully beat her about the bare buttocks. "That's for all the little slaps you have given me," I joked. "Then I must give you some more," she said, turning over and sitting up to give me a big wet kiss on the lips, followed by another on my now rising manhood. "Enough, it's shower time!" she said, leaping out of bed and into the bathroom. I followed, shaved whilst Sarah began her shower, then joined her, our wet bodies sliding together in an embrace before we got down to the business of washing - remember, no hanky-panky! We dried and dressed, had breakfast, cleared up and left for the farm, about nine o'clock. The Sunday traffic had yet to build up on the M42, M5 and M50 and I set the car to cruise at the speed limit of 70mph and relaxed. Cruise control was not a common feature on British cars at the time, probably because there was so little opportunity to use it on our over-crowded roads. On the M50, we crossed the rivers Severn and Wye before entering thick woodlands for the last few miles before leaving the motorway. My pointing out the woods to Sarah resulted in another sharp slap on the thigh! It was only a few miles off the end of the M50 to the farm, in England but only a stone's throw from the Welsh border, where my parents lived in the ancient farm house and Hannah and David in a modern bungalow a couple of hundred yards away. Their next nearest neighbours were half a mile away. I remember when, as a boy, we had no telephone, mains electricity or television; there is still no mains water, gas supply and only patchy mobile phone coverage. Thanks only to a local community project broadband internet finally became available in 2008! The kettle was always on in my mother's kitchen; no sooner than she had welcomed us the tea was brewing. My father soon appeared from the farm buildings. My parents were less emotive that Sarah's but nevertheless happy at our news. "I was beginning to wonder if you boys were ever going to get round to it," my father said. My mother gave him her 'look' but said nothing. "How long have you two been married?" "Just over three years." "You came along a year after we were married." "No television then," I said. "That's right, and we were all the better for it, people got out and about! I reckon we got you in the hay rick down in the Long Meadow." Mother gave him another 'look', "That's enough, Milwyn, "they don't want to know that!" Sarah was trying, without much success, to stifle a giggle. "Dinner will be ready at 12.30, Hannah, David and young Alan will be down, why don't you two men take a stroll round the farm?" In the local vernacular, 'Dinner' was always around midday, the next meal was 'Tea', regardless of what was or was not consumed! My father wanted to show me the new tractor, she's full of electronic gizmos, he said. That was not far short of the truth; apart from the near unfathomable electronic engine, gearbox and traction control systems, it had a radio and mobile phone in its air-conditioned cab, plus airbags and seat-belt to protect the driver. It even had an automatic system to raise an alarm if the driver was incapacitated or injured or if it was stolen. "Took me half an hour to even move her the first time," my father said, doubtless exaggerating a bit. "It's certainly a bit more advanced that that old wartime Fordson tractor Granddad had. Four gears and a single pedal for brake and clutch if I remember rightly. And you started the engine on petrol by swinging a handle, and then switched to TVO when it warmed up." "That's about it. She's in the tractor museum at Bristol now, I sold her about three years ago. She hadn't been run for the best part of ten years. We drained the tank and put clean some petrol in, David swung her a few times and off she went! I drove her on to the truck." Tractors always assumed the feminine gender in the Herefordshire dialect my father spoke. We walked around the buildings looking at various machinery and animals, until we came to the bull pen. "This is the new Hereford bull we got in the Spring, a three year-old. Bollocks like footballs! A real go-er, bring the cows to him and he don't mess about. A couple of sniffs around their backsides and he got it out, mounted 'em and done the business in a couple of minutes. "No time for any finesse, them?" "None at all, that's for sure! He covered three in an hour a couple of months back, all in calf now." "The last one we had wasn't up to much, took him anything up to half an hour to get his act together. He went to an AI centre in the end, now he gets tossed-off twice a day and the semen goes for export." He paused for a few moments. "I reckon you and Rob are OK, though, no problems in that department." "What do you mean, Dad?" "Well, I've never mentioned this before, but you know your Uncle John never had any children? The mechanics were okay and it wasn't for the want of trying, but eventually he found out he had no little wrigglers." "I am a bit short on cousins," I said trying to lighten things up a bit. "Me too; two of my uncles didn't have any children either and the doctors reckon it is probably a hereditary problem with the men folk in our family. John wanted me to see if I could do anything for Maggie but Dilys wouldn't hear of it." "So you were worried that Rob and I might have the same trouble?" "Well, I was alright so I kind of hoped you two would be. I didn't want to lie to him but the four of us had sworn to secrecy about our arrangement, so I simply said "Looks like your worries were unfounded, anyway." "Young Alan should be OK, coming from the female line." "Dad, is it right that there was an old Welsh custom of mothers teaching their teenage sons about sex, first hand, so to speak?" "Well, I think it was usually the mother's sisters down here. That was better, in case of any 'little accidents', I suppose. Some of these old country customs were very practical about such matters. As it was, there seemed to be a lot of 'late babies' about." I was wondering if he had visited my aunt, but before I could think of a tactful way of enquiring, he said "John and I always used to spend a couple of weeks with Auntie Jane in Cwmyoy in the summer holidays. She sent John off somewhere for the day with Uncle David one year and taught me a thing or two while they was gone!" "So that got you all sorted out!" "Yes, I reckon she did and a couple of years later, John asked me if I had been in Auntie Jane's bed. Her and your mother are the only two women I have ever known. Not many young lads can say that these days, let alone fifty-something blokes, but I don't feel I've missed out on much." I felt we were on a sticky wicket here, in case he should ask me point blank, but just then David came round the end of the barn with Alan. Last time I had seen him he was struggling to walk unaided, now he came running towards me and I caught him in my arms and hoisted him aloft. "Getting some practice in, Nick?" "Something like that," I replied. "When's his brother due?" "October 19th, according to the doctor; Hannah says he'll be early. Yours and Rob's are both due about the same time, she says." "About the last week of February, and it's a leap year! None of us wants to know the sex of the babies until they pop out though." "We found ours out by accident, the dangly bits showed up on the scan, but we're not bothered, though we'll probably have another try for a girl." At that point, Hannah appeared to tell us that lunch was ready and we all went off towards the farmhouse. Sarah's mother was into cakes and pies, mine excelled at roast dinners! The home reared beef had been slaughtered and hung by the local butcher and was cooked to perfection, just a hint of pink. Together with a huge range of vegetables, mostly home-grown, and homemade horseradish sauce it made a delicious meal. It was followed by a choice of apple or plum tart with custard, and I am embarrassed to admit that we all over-ate! Sarah and Hannah volunteered to help Mother clear up, while the men-folk went for a walk around the farm. Although I had not followed the family tradition, I had never lost my interest in the countryside and its staple industry. It was a large farm by local standards and quite hilly; we were gone for over two hours, David and I taking turns to carry Alan on our shoulders after the first twenty minutes or so, though every now and then he would want to run off to investigate something interesting he had spotted - on one occasion it was a rather wet cow pat. David just caught him in time! Predictably, Mother had the kettle on when we returned, and tea was produced only moments later, together with a huge fruit cake she had made - my favourite - as if we were not already well fed and watered! The walk had done us good, though, and it was good to catch up with some of the local news, gossip and scandal from my home turf as we ambled round the farm. Sarah had doubtless been treated to the woman's view of the local scene! We took our leave about five o'clock. At that time on a summer Sunday it would take about two hours to get home. We had an uneventful trip and were home just before seven after exchanging the country gossip en route. Sarah unpacked all the fruit and vegetables Mother had loaded onto to her, plus yet another of my favourite farm fruit cakes. "We must have enough here for a month," Sarah said as she stowed it away. "Your mother even sent a couple of pieces of the fillet and some sirloin from that bullock they had slaughtered." "She thinks we are eating for three!" That done, Sarah made us some coffees. We had been well fed at the farm and neither wanted or needed anything to eat. I got my bits and pieces and my clothes organised for next morning, before skimming through the paperwork for a meeting we had in the afternoon with an important customer. Hopefully he was going to place a big order in the next week or two. I was going to have to select one of my people as a full time project manager for the job; something else to think about! We got off to bed after the ten o'clock news, always shorter on Sundays, quickly completed our ablutions and got into bed, naked as usual. I snuggled up to Sarah's warm back and put my arms round her. "Not tonight, you are still in purdah and I am worn out after hectic weekend," she murmured sleepily. Nevertheless, I worked my kit into the triangular space below her bum where it nestled comfortably as we drifted off to sleep, only to be wakened at 6.30am by the alarm clock.