Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 22:45:35 -0000 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 40 (resent) Keeping it in Family – Chapter 40 WARNING: The following true story – only the names of the participants and some of the 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. * * * * The girls were quite tired and had decided on an early night leaving Rob and I to finish the C๔tes du Rh๔ne. After the girls had gone to bed, Rob said that he and Alison wanted at least one more baby in fairly short order, maybe two. I told him we didn't have a plan as yet; we would probably go for a second but had not discussed a timescale, probably sooner than later. His real point was would I help out again; of course I would, if that was what they wanted, I was sure Sarah would have no objections. On hearing this, Rob stood up and pulled me up from the settee and embraced me tightly, our heads resting on each other's shoulders. I felt a tear drop fall on to my neck and then heard a quiet sob. I pushed him away, his tears were welling up, my own were not far away. "Did you really think I would say no?" I asked. "Of course not, but I was afraid you might." We both burst into floods of tears, tears of joy. When we calmed down, there was just enough wine left in our glasses for a toast – "To brotherly love and all our children, as yet unborn." With that, we went to our beds and to our wives. Sarah was asleep when I slid gently into the king size bed behind her. Whether it was tiredness, emotion, the alcohol or some combination thereof I don't know but I was almost instantly asleep. I was woken around 8:30 next morning by Sarah pulling our naked bodies together, one of my hands on her belly feeling the baby's movements. My morning erection was wedged between us until Sarah made her usual hasty departure for the bathroom. It had subsided by the time she returned and gave my dick a playful tweak as she got back in bed beside me. We kissed with passion as I tasted the toothpaste on her tongue. "I could get used to lying in like this; just think I would normally be at work by now!" "Don't get too used to it; you are back to normal next week. What kept you and Rob up last night, no hanky-panky, I hope?" "No, absolutely not; after a lot of chit-chat, he got round to their family plans. They want another baby pretty soon and would I do the business again? And maybe again if the first two turned out to be the same gender." "I hope you said `yes'!" "Of course I did, I didn't think any of us would have any problems with that. Then it all got a bit emotional between us, both of us in tears, but it made me wonder what we ought to do. What do you think we should we be planning?" "Well, ideally I would like one of each and there doesn't seem much point in waiting too long for the second. Your parents didn't, I assume mine had problems, me being the only one and you know how my mother dotes on kids, anybody's kids." "Well, we can afford it, so let's go for number two just as soon as we feel up to it." "I'm feeling something up now." "Don't I know it, even if it is not going to get me very far!" "Who says?" "I do," I replied, just as Rob walked in with the tea, clad only in his underwear. I had heard the squeaky floor board on the stairs! Percy gave the game away as I swung over to sit on the edge of the bed. "I hope I am not interrupting anything?" Rob said. "No, Sarah was just teasing her favourite toy! I was just telling her about our little chat last night." "No problems there, I am sorry you've got the problem but happy Nick can help – and of course that you are happy to let him! Actually, Alison mentioned it to me earlier a few days ago, I am glad it is all sorted; just decide when you are ready. Same rules, nobody else shall know, ever!" I thought Rob was going to burst into tears again, but instead he sat on the bed and pulled all three of us together in a bear hug, just as Alison came in with their tea. Guessing what was going on, she put the tea down and joined our celebratory hug which was not without a few tears – from all of us! It was 9:30 before we were all washed, dressed and decent for breakfast which was eaten in a jovial mood. The girls decided they would go shopping in Solihull, for what I have no idea, as shopping had been one of the priorities for weeks! Thinking of the usual Christmas parking chaos and the fact that Rob and I had to have our finger prints taken, I offered to drop them off before we called at the police station and then they could phone me for the pick-up when they were ready. While I was out, I decided call briefly at the office. Whilst I was checking everything was in order, Rob discovered that he had been at university with my Group Accountant, Gordon. There wasn't time for them to catch up on all their news so, subject to our wives' sorting out a time, we agreed on a get-together at the weekend. It was nearly three o'clock when Sarah called; the traffic was chaotic getting in to the John Lewis store in Solihull; the usual fifteen-minute journey took an hour and it was nearly five when we got home. The girls were shagged, at least metaphorically speaking! Rob had raided the freezer and started on a makeshift evening meal after we called him about the delay. The girls decided on a refreshing shower after a quick cup of tea. Both appeared in their dressing gowns just as the meal was ready but they perked up no end after being fed and watered! After the meal, Rob loaded the dishwasher while the rest of us sat around for a while before another early night. Rob and I chatted for a while, mostly about our mother, after the girls had gone to bed and when I got to bed, Sarah was again fast asleep. Again, I got undressed, washed and into bed without disturbing her. I was again woken around 8:30 next morning when Sarah made her usual hasty departure for the bathroom. While she was gone, I played with my morning erection, making an obvious tent in the sheet for when she came back. All I got was a playful tweak as she put her dressing gown on just as Rob walked in with the tea, as usual, clad only in his underwear. He spotted the tent and said "I hope I am not interrupting anything?" "No, I was just teasing Sarah with her favourite toy again! No time for hanky-panky this morning." We again had a leisurely breakfast, during which Derek called to say there were huge differences between our finger prints and there was no need to bother about DNA checks, news that was a great relief to us all! He planned to drop paper copies in for us around lunch time and that we would get electronic copies after Christmas. After breakfast I took the car for refuelling, an idea which many people seemed to have had that morning. On the way, I noticed Hans's lorry in the lay-by and couldn't help but wonder where he was spending Christmas, and doing what with whom! We planned to leave around 3:00pm, hopefully before the rush and to get to the farm around six, ready for the light supper Hannah had promised. Knowing what `light' meant on the farm, Sarah organised a snack lunch for about 1:00pm by which time the car was packed full with our luggage, presents and goodness knows what else. The holiday traffic was surprisingly light and we arrived early, much to Alan's delight. Rob was in stitches when he was asked if he had put his `pee-pee' into Auntie Alison to make the baby and when was his new cousin going to pop out. Alan was delighted at feeling the babies moving inside their mothers, as he had been with Hannah, apparently. Kids do seem to learn young these days! After supper, Rob and I walked the few hundred yards to see our parents, particularly Mother. I had forewarned Rob but he was clearly shaken by seeing how she had deteriorated since he had last seen her. To be frank, so was I, and that was only a few weeks. We didn't stay long, promising to come over well before lunch on Christmas Day. When we got back, David was home from his bell-ringing practise and suggested that we all went to the midnight service at the local church. Hannah would take Alan and pick up Mum and Dad; it was a lovely crisp winter evening so the rest of us would walk the half-mile or so. Living near light-polluted cities, it was ages since I had seen such a wonderful starlit sky. In the event, Alan decided he would `walk with his uncles'! It had been a long time since so many from our clan had gathered at the church and I had a real fear that the next time might be a funeral. So many of the congregation recognised `the twins' as Rob and I were known. I am sorry to say that I did not remember many of them. Several commiserated about my mother; they clearly knew more than we did. It was after one o'clock when we finally left the church after the short service and the long gossip afterwards, for the short walk back to the sherry and mince pies Hannah offered. Even the mothers-to-be managed a `small' sherry. Hannah and David had an en suite bedroom. Rob, Alison, Sarah and I had the two twin bedrooms with a shared bathroom, en suite to both of them. Adam had a fourth room, originally intended as the farm office. We had unpacked before church and therefore at nearly two in the morning, it was merely a case of falling into our beds! It seemed odd for us to be sleeping in single beds but this didn't stop us from having a stand-up, naked snuggle before we got into them! We slept like the proverbial logs, not even wakened by Adam opening his presents soon after six in the morning! Shortly before eight we emerged for breakfast, only to find Hannah in the kitchen feeding Brian, David was out on his everyday farm chores and Adam was playing in the lounge. As soon as he heard us he was out, "Uncle Rob, show me how to do my new computer, please!" "Adam, let him have his breakfast first!" Hannah said. "OK, five minutes!" "He gets that from David, everything happens after five minutes – unless it's forgotten in the meantime!" In anticipation of the dinner to follow, we just had coffee and toast for breakfast and it wasn't much more than five minutes before I was dragged into the lounge. I was amazed at how much Alan, not yet four years old, knew about computers, just from the `toy' ones at pre-school. Father Christmas had brought him one which was cleverly designed to be (almost) child-proof with some remarkable games functionality and a mini-version of `Office' – although with no facility to connect a printer. While we `played', Rob (in borrowed wellies) had joined David outside and the three girls were having a chinwag in the kitchen. I later found out that the main topics were babies and granny. Hannah went to the farm about eleven to help with the cooking although Mother had planned to put the turkey in the oven long before that! She and Hannah had done most of the other preparation the afternoon before. Dad came over about twelve with strict instructions from Mother to get us back for dinner at one, after a chat over coffee we all duly complied, Alan reluctantly not taking his computer `for granny to see', David with Brian in his carrycot. The delicious aromas of Christmas dinner were obvious before we even got indoors! After a glass of sweet sherry (always Harvey's Bristol Cream in my mother's house!) we sat down to dinner about 1:15pm. Mother seemed in better form, the huge meal, turkey, all the trimmings and numerous vegetables was expertly done, Hannah surely being only the kitchen labourer, if I know how my mother works! The Christmas pudding had been made in October, we were informed, and allowed to mature. I simply could not manage a second helping, not even with more of the delicious brandy sauce. Coffee and mince pies followed not long before three o'clock. "Milwyn, take the boys for a walk while we get cleared up!" Dad did as he was told! Anyway it was a lovely sunny, winter afternoon and he wanted to show Rob the new tractor, which I gathered he now felt fully competent to drive, and to tell us about his plans for the new machinery shed. That done, we walked down the farm drive past Long Meadow. "Dad said they got me in the hay rick he always built down by that gate," I said. David and Rob looked puzzled for a moment before Rob said "So that's why he is so keen on getting his end away outdoors!" "I reckon we started you on holiday in a caravan at Porthcawl!" "I've never done it in a caravan but I did get my behind sunburned in Spain once! How about you, David?" "I reckon we got both of ours in Top Wood, it's a lovely romantic spot, especially in the spring with the bluebells out. Hannah is always afraid we might get caught in the act – so what, I say. Everybody does it somewhere, it's only nature and the rams certainly don't care about being watched!" We walked on in silence for a while, before Dad said "Your mother hasn't got long." "Last time I was here I couldn't help but notice how she had lost weight and looked older" I said, "what is the problem?" "She's got cancer, inoperable. The doctor gave her six to nine months at the back end of July. She's going to tell Sarah and Alison herself, which is why we got sent out. I hope she'll live to see her next two grandchildren." "Oh, Dad, what a dilemma! They are both due about the end of February, could even be the 29th," Rob said. "I hope she she'll see them, too." "Actually, Hannah has suggested a three way Christening, she though it would be good to return to your roots, having been married far away. Time might not be on your side though." It was a fabulous idea but Rob and I were too close to tears to say anything; Dad was remarkably quiet too. Eventually he said "She'll be sixty in April, Sunday the eleventh. She's a fighter, she'll make it", though I am not sure he was convinced. "Dad, see the vicar, explain the situation, we'll have the Christening on her birthday, no matter what," I said. "It's Easter Day as well, I don't know if he'll do it then." "I'll talk to him, Dad, I am sure he will be only too willing to make it a special day." "Thanks, David," Dad said, "you boys get on back to the house, I'll be there directly." He invoked a couple of Herefordshire dialect expressions I hadn't heard for a long time. He obviously wanted some time to himself. We strolled back to the house, all in a somewhat pensive mood, little was said. Although we had been brought up as churchgoers, neither Rob, Alison, Sarah or myself had been very fastidious about it since our marriages – no excuses, we just hadn't bothered! David and Hannah were regular churchgoers, as were my parents. Alison and Sarah met saw us coming and met us outside, firstly concerned about where Dad had gone, secondly to tell us about mother. David told the girls that Dad had told us and also about the suggested triple Christening; they thought that was a wonderful idea, literally a send-off for mother or a very fitting memorial, dependent on the timing. Rob and I wondered how we were going to approach Mother. "I expect your father has told you that this'll be my last Christmas," she said the moment we went in through the door. "Yes, mother, he has. I am so, so, sorry," I said, putting my arms around her. "Me, too," Rob said, neither of us able to hold back our tears. "Stop the weeping, you two, I've had a good life, shorter than some but you've still got yours' in front of you, so make the most of them!" That was clearly an order from on high. David told her about the triple Christening idea; it was mother's turn to be tearful, after which she said "That'll be great, the right start in life for the babies and a good send-off, one way or the other for me. I'll talk to the vicar on Sunday." "You'll be there, mother, hopefully in body, definitely in spirit," David said. His glace towards Rob and I suggested that he expected the latter. "Now, come on in, all of you, the kettle is boiling its head off, we'll have a cup of tea. And there is my Christmas cake to cut. Where's father got to?" "He'll be here in a minute, I'll have a look." Rob came with me, our excuse to have a couple of minutes to ourselves. "I hope when my time comes, I'll be just as practical about it," he said. "I had never really thought about losing either of them, they are still quite young really. It's only about ten years since we lost our grandparents, all four within eighteen months. They were all well into their eighties." Dad came up the drive, seemingly with the worries of the world on his shoulders. Hannah and David would be on the spot to look after him but he would take it hard when the time came. "Your mother all right?" he called out. "Yes, Dad, she's being just her usual very practical self." "Right, I expect her last words will be some sort of order to me." His comment could be taken harshly but I knew exactly what he meant, even at the last, she would be thinking of others. The next order, shouted from the doorway was "Come on in, you lot, let's keep the Christmas spirit going!" We obeyed mother's command. Nothing more was said about her illness; telling it us was clearly a great weight off her mind. It was about nine o'clock when we walked back to Hannah's on another beautiful starlit night and I noticed frost on the cars. "I am trying how to work out how and when to tell Alan about his granny," David said as we approached the house. "What about granny, Dad," came a shrill voice from somewhere in front of us. "We'll talk about it when we get indoors." David had about a minute to plan his strategy or to hope that Alan would be distracted! As soon as we got in the question was repeated, "What about granny, Dad." Rob and I slunk into the kitchen behind the girls, ostensibly because we were carrying young Brian, asleep in his carrycot. I listened at the door. "Tell me about granny." "Right," David started, "you might not like this but granny is very sick ..." "You mean like our old red cow, she died." "Well, I am afraid granny is going to die too." "We're all going to die sometime." Where do kids get there information from? "Yes, but we hope to live a long, long time before we die, Granny is old but not very old really." "You mean I won't ever see her again?" "Yes, of course you will, she going to be around for a while yet. You'll see her tomorrow, next week, even next year." OK, Dad, I know but I will still have my other granny. The babies won't have their granny." "I hope she is still going to be around when they are born, but they will have other grannies too." "I am tired now, I want to go to bed." "Off you go, clean your teeth, Mum will be there in a minute." "Does she know about granny?" "Yes, she knows already, off you go to bed." When Hannah came back, she could barely contain herself, first Alan had told her off for not telling him about granny and then repeated his whole conversation with David, pretty much verbatim! David went to do his last checks in the farmyard, the tree girls went off to bed, Rob and I chatted about mother whilst waiting for David, who poured three slugs of whisky when he came in. "I don't drink much because I never know when I might have to drive," he said, "but I think today calls for a toast." He raised his glass, "To our parents and in-laws, to all parents everywhere and especially to Mary and Joseph who started Christmas off." "To all parents everywhere," Rob and I echoed. "I think today went pretty well," David added, "I know she has been worrying about how to break the news. She only told us the timescale a week or so ago. I really do hope she will get to see your babies." "So do we," I said. "I hope the Christening plan works out." "Right, I am for bed," David said, "An early start tomorrow, Boxing Day or not! The local hunt is meeting in the village, perhaps for the last time if the Townies have their ill-informed way about fox-hunting. I'll be up first but if I am not, you know where everything is!"