Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:44:05 +0100 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 34 WARNING: The following true story - only the names of the participants and some places 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. * * * * Just as we finished dinner, the doorbell rang and I found Derek on the step, "Good evening, sir. Are you Nicholas or Robert?" he asked very formally. "Hello Derek, I'm Nick, Rob's in the kitchen, he's told me about meeting you, come on in." We went into the kitchen, "This is my younger brother Rob, he lives in Consett but he's down here for a few days," I said, "I think you met him an hour or so ago. Sarah is in London on business this week." "Nick tells me he knows you, may I call you Derek?" "You may, but how the heck can I tell one of you from the other? Do you have any ID with you? Or you Nick?" Derek was dumbfounded by the similarity in our appearance. We both got our Driving Licences for him and I also got my passport. "Will these do?" "Well, yes, different dates of birth but I'll be damned if I can see a difference in the pictures, except perhaps the length of your hair. I hope your wives know the difference!" "They should do by now," Rob said, giving me a sideways look, obviously thinking of the babies I had fathered. "I had never really thought about possible confusion between us at an official level, "Nick was always a bit taller than me at school but apart we were frequently mistaken for each other." "It's never really occurred to me, but I've no idea how Sarah and Alison know us apart, we certainly don't look much different, perhaps my hair is a bit more curly than Rob's. But Derek, you remember when we were in France, you mentioned that men's cocks might be as unique as their fingerprints, how about testing your theory?" I said, only half-jokingly. "I'm on duty, Nick, otherwise I might. It might help me to understand the shirt-lifters we've just arrested in the woods down the road. I suppose I could sign off for a meal break though. Yes, why not, I am due for one?" "BMQ 4-3-7, for Control, requesting permission for thirty minute meal break, location as previously advised, remaining on radio watch." "Control to 4-3-7, permission granted, sign back on when you are ready." Derek replaced his radio and took off his fluorescent vest carrying the myriad of equipment and dropped it on a kitchen chair, "Nick, as you might have guessed that I'm a bit ac/dc but you don't need to worry about that. Can we go somewhere a bit more private?" "Upstairs," I said, "second on the left." Rob and I followed him to Rob's room. "We'd better all strip off if I am going to look for the difference," Derek said. "Who's first?" I said. "Drop 'em on a count of three!" Rob said. "One, two, three. ". Rob and I dropped our trousers and underwear, Derek struggled for a few seconds with his uniform belt before dropping his. We stood in a loose circle in the bedroom, our trousers and underwear around our ankles, our dress shirts open and our three uncut dicks resting softly on three pairs of balls in their hairy nests. If anyone had been looking, it might have seemed like some pagan ceremony. We all looked at each other's kit and then turned towards the full length mirror. Derek was couple of inches shorter than us but with a slightly heavier build. "My bush is a bit neater than Rob's, but that's about the only difference I can see," I said. "Derek your cock looks a bit shorter and thinner than ours, at least for the moment but there's no more than a gnat's dick in it!" He laughed at my unintentional pun. "How about your knobs?" Derek said, pulling his own foreskin back. Rob and I did likewise. "Just the same, hard to see much difference between any of 'em," Rob said. Derek's member was beginning to stiffen noticeably. "Perking up a bit, I see," Rob added. "He does that, I have to be careful in the showers at work sometimes! Let's begin from at the top, then. Hair colour and type? Both of you dark, slightly curly; eyes, both brown; ears, both flattish; facial hair, both clean shaven. " He methodically worked down our bodies, shoulders, chest, arms, hands, navels. "Turn around", he said. "There's no need to clinch your asses though!" We did as we were bidden. He slapped my ass gently, "Not much difference there, perhaps Rob's ass is a bit more hairy" "That's mine and I am Nick," I said, as he put his hands on our shoulders and turning us to face him again. "Shucks, how the heck can I tell you two apart?" His dick was horizontal; ours were definitely perking up a bit as he took them in his hands, pulling and squeezing them gently. Rob's knob popped out. "Can't have that," Derek said and pushed my foreskin back before turning his attention to our balls. "Same size, two each. Ah! The first difference, Nick's left one's hanging low, Rob's right one. Thierry said eighty percent of men hung low on the left." "He's seen plenty so he should know, but you can hardly use a man's balls to identify him," I joked. Derek pulled his slightly tight foreskin back before bending over and moving his hands down our legs; his dick was now nearing full mast. "The only real difference I can find are Rob's scars on the cheek and right thigh," he said as he stood upright again, looking at our stiffening pricks and fondling his own. "That was a Rugby injury when I was fifteen," Rob said, "a bad tackle against Hereford Cathedral School and my leg ripped open on a steel boot stud. The lads did the culprit over in the showers after the game. I spent three hours in A&E at the County Hospital, had fifteen stitches and couldn't eat properly for a week. The girls were impressed with the lump in my trousers, though!" "God, even your tools look the same, just a slight curve upwards and both about seven inches, I'd guess," Derek said as we all stood there naked. "That's about right, Derek, I reckon we've got about half an inch on yours and perhaps a little bit on the girth," I said. "I'm a metric man, sounds bigger, mine's sixteen centimetres on a good day," Derek said, as he put an arm around each of our waists and pulled our three bodies together. I could feel our three erect pricks squeezed into our bare bellies, "Talking of stiff legs, something stiff is pressing into my guts," I said, pushing our naked bodies apart to reveal three rampant pricks. "OK, how about us working them up to their full glory? I need a wank," Derek said. I see you're sweating a bit already," I said, as he wiped a drip of pre-cum off his knob and then licked his finger. "Don't let us stop you," Rob said as he started stroking his own member and I needed no more encouragement. As all three of us were stroking our cocks Derek said, "There was bloke on the woods with a real whopper this afternoon, thank goodness we didn't have any WPCs there, I'm sure most of their husbands would have been found wanting." After a minute or two of fairly relaxed wanking, Derek pushed my hand aside and grabbed my tool, I pushed Rob's hand away and grabbed his, he grabbed Derek's, with barely a stroke missed. Things speeded up and it only seemed seconds later that Derek shouted "Look out, I'm coming," before shooting his load down my front. Rob was next, all over my belly. Derek moved his hand to my knob just in time to catch the five or six spurts of creamy spunk. When my spasms had finished, he licked his hand clean and swirled my juice around his mouth before swallowing the lot. He pushed me back on to the bed, knelt over me in the 69 position and sucked my cock dry, his now softening tool dangling tantalisingly over my face. I lifted my head and took it into my mouth and sucked out the last few drops of his cum. "Come on, Rob, your turn." Rob needed no second bidding, as he lay down beside me. I still had Derek's tool in my mouth as he switched his attention to Rob's dick and was about to suck it dry, when . "Control to BMQ 4-3-7 for immediate response." "Oh, shit, what now?" Derek said as he searched the pile of our discarded clothing for his radio. "BMQ control from 4-3-7, go ahead." "BMQ 4-3-7 from control, Code 5 at Packington roundabout on A452, immediate response please, ARU attending." "Control from BMQ 4-3-7, literally caught with my pants down but responding from previous location on blues and twos in two minutes, ETA six minutes from now." Off the radio, he said, "Well, I still can't see much difference between you two. I would seriously suggest that you get us to put your fingerprints and DNA on record in case of accidents. Code 5 is an officer down and the armed response unit is on the way." Derek was clad only in his socks, desperately trying to disentangle his clothing, find his equipment and avoid castrating himself with his underwear, all at the same time as responding to his radio. Rob and I, both naked, were trying to sort out the rest of his kit! "Oh shit, my bullet proof vest is in the car," Derek said, then gave me his car keys," saying "it's on the back seat.". I quickly pulled my trousers and shirt on and went for his stab vest. When I got back, Derek was nearly dressed, Rob was squatting, still naked with his own 'kit' dangling low between his legs, trying to sort out Derek's tangled equipment harness. Seconds later, fully dressed, Derek shouted, "See you later, fellas!" With that, he was gone. No more than three minutes after the first call, I stood by the front door as Derek and sped off in his car, sirens blaring and blue lights flashing; hopefully he was properly dressed and had all his personal equipment correctly stowed!