Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 09:05:48 +0100 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 45 Keeping it in Family - Chapter 45 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. * * * * Sarah was clearly tired by the time we had put the shopping away and after watching television while we drank our night-time usual cocoa, she went up to bed whilst I locked up and followed a few minutes later. Sarah was clad only in her usual flimsy, shorty nightie, sorting out the washing. My groin tingled at the sight of the luscious lips between her legs as she bent over the pile of clothes on the bed. I patted her bare cheeks and slid my middle finger between them, gently stroking her love bud. She stood up, kissed me, groped my wedding tackle, albeit I was still dressed, and said "Not tonight dear, I am absolutely whacked!" When I came out of the bathroom, she was sound asleep and did not stir as I slipped, naked, into bed beside her. As was becoming her routine, Sarah awakened me with my morning tea in bed, reminding me it was Saturday as she slipped in beside me. When I awakened, the tea was cold on the side table and my groin was caked with our dried love juices. Naked, I was reheating the tea in the microwave when the post dropped though the letter box - thankfully with nothing to sign for today! I joined Sarah in the shower and as we washed and cuddled under the warm water, resolved to have a quiet weekend and so it was, with only a gentle love-making on Sunday night. Satisfied with my presentation on the reorganisation I had arranged the area meetings, with support from HR on the vexed question of share options, but I had yet to see their response to Jim's paper. There was to be a day-trip on Tuesday to Nottingham, with Liverpool and North Wales on Wednesday and Thursday, and a day trip by air to Newcastle on Friday. Of course, the grapevine would already have communicated all the salient points to the outposts of my empire nut it was still important for me to answer any concerns that might arise. In Liverpool, I took the general questions before letting Anne, the HR lady, deal with the share options issue. As she merely recited the rules, without much clarification, my mind wandered to my tingling groin in anticipation of the promised sexy phone call with Sarah from my room at the Ibis Hotel in Liverpool's rejuvenated Docklands. "Nick, can you answer that one?" My reverie was broken and I felt a tightness in my trousers as my name was mentioned. Anne had seemingly noticed my lack of attention and kindly repeated the question. Realising that I had an erection, I decided to remain seated to answer the question! I added that I thought the whole plan, needed a lot of sorting out to remove anomalies caused by the merging of our several predecessor companies. Anne stopped a little short of agreeing, doubtless worried that the task might fall to her! After the meeting, she asked if I had other things on my mind, my response being to tell her that I was thinking of about Peter's baby and ours. She tearfully told me of the several miscarriages she had had, and how she and her husband were agonising over a possible adoption. I could not help but think, though not speak about, how easily the baby issue in our family had been solved. Later, back in my over-heated hotel room, I stripped naked before calling Sarah. I told her briefly about the meeting before mentioning that I was lying naked on the settee. I sensed that she might be stripping off during the several minutes we then spent on smoochy chat. Suddenly she said, "Now I suppose you'll be having a wank? Well, just imagine me lying on my back, naked on the bed, my legs wide apart, knees in the air, with a couple of fingers in my pussy." "You're not?" "I certainly am!" "Well, I am not wanking." "You will be soon!" "I admit that Percy is at half-mast, still rising and my balls tingling!" I started stroking my member with my right hand and it wasn't long before he was throbbing at full stretch, seven inches of rigid man flesh just waiting to spurt the contents of two tightening bollocks. "I had a short nap earlier and I feel really horny now." Then suddenly I heard the tell-tale groan, followed instantly by a scream of delight. The surprise made me lose control and my balls emptied themselves, shooting half a dozen spurts of spunk in a huge arc onto my chest, splashing my face. After some groans of satisfaction we both admitted that we were clutching pillows as if they were each other; doubtless if we had been together we should have drifted off into a post coital slumber. Instead, Sarah said "I saw Christine again this afternoon; she seems much better now and talked of them starting another baby just as soon as they can. "Great, I am pleased," I said before getting a metaphorical slap on the bum for suggesting that Peter would be happy to keep trying. "She got pregnant very quickly last time, so give it six months and hopefully they will manage it again." I must have been in a very flippant mood and got another slap for suggesting that it only takes five minutes. After some smoochy chat, my manhood was perking up again, helped by me imagining that my gentle strokes were made by Sarah's hand. "Are you playing with it again? " I have to admit the charge, as made," I replied. "But I'll have to go now for dinner with the others. I'll call you tomorrow but I should be back by mid-afternoon." I heard a wet kissing noise which I was unable to replicate over the phone as we hung up. I was hoping not to have to travel too much more before the baby was born. After an early start from Liverpool, we arrived in good time for the re-run of my presentation at the smallest of the company's regional offices, just outside Llanwrst and started promptly at 10am. The new Divisional Chief Executive Officer was congratulated on his introducing his presentation in Welsh! Apart from the thorny subject of share options, on which Anne had obviously done some homework, the staff all seemed happy with the new organisation. We declined lunch after dropping Anne at Crewe to catch a train back to Winchester, an awkward three and a half trip involving a change of train at Wolverhampton. After my two and a half hour drive, I was back in the office by 3.00pm and home by five, after picking up the two days' work I had missed! Sarah was in good form but tired and went to bed early while I got on with some of the work. I crept quietly into the guest bed just before midnight and was surprised that Sarah brought tea just after my alarm went off at 5.30. There was only time for a quick smooch before I left at six to get the seven o'clock flight to Newcastle. I was met at the airport by Roger and in the office by 8.30. The meeting started promptly at nine, with Anne joining us by video conference to field the Share Options issues, some of which she seemed to be well on the way to solving.. After lunch with some of the senior staff, I spent some time talking to others, less well known to me before being taken back to the airport by Roger, who quite unnecessarily took the opportunity of apologising again for his previous indiscretion. The flight was on-time into Birmingham and I was home soon after five. Sarah was quite bright, having had visits from Christine, her mother and Gladys during the day, in fact Gladys popped in almost every day at some point! Knowing that I had had a full lunch, she had prepared a light supper before which we smooched on the settee with cups of tea. I was a little surprised when Sarah slid my zip down, took my dick out and sucked it into her mouth. When it began to respond, she squeezed it out, saying "Later, later, it's time to eat properly!" With a little difficulty, I re-stowed it and zipped up my trousers. After we had eaten and cleared up, Sarah said she would have an early night and leave me to finish my work, leaving the weekend clear. She barely stirred when I joined her in bed a couple of hours later. Sometime later I dreamed that my prick was being sucked - but no, I wasn't dreaming; it was for real! I continued my pretence of being asleep until I could hold back no longer. My balls tightened, my juice was rising, my writhing in orgasm wrenched my fully erect manhood from Sarah's mouth, splashing my spunk over our naked bodies. I kissed Sarah hard on her lips, tasting my juice as I did so, then licked her face, chest and breasts clean of my ejaculate. After sucking the last drops from my softening dick before kissing me deep and wet; again, I tasted my spunk on her lips. Almost without a word, we rolled into the spoons position and with my now flaccid prick nestled in her ass crack, which is how we awoke, hours later. Still naked, I went to the kitchen and returned with our morning tea, Sarah had had her morning pee and was sitting naked on the bed, her hands clasping the bump. "I don't care if it is a boy or a girl," she said, "so long as it is alive and healthy." "Me neither, whichever it is, I want another shot for the other!" "Just as soon as possible," Sarah added, "and if they are both the same, we'll have another! Alison said just the same when I spoke to her the other day, with your help, of course!" "I wish that Rob would stop thanking me, perhaps when it comes he will accept that it is their baby, through and through." "I am sure he will, but what you did and will probably do again was a true act of brotherly love, I respect you for it. It's time for the bathroom!" With that, we finished our tea and made for the bathroom where we enjoyed our usual ablutions, my cock showing a definite interest in the thorough washing Sarah gave him, but the 'finger-and-thumb' flick she gave the glans, curbed his interest - at least for the time being! The weekend was the beginning of a quieter period leading up the birth of our baby - still official known as 'the bump'. We continued to exchange notes in long telephone calls, several times a week with Alison and Rob, a little less frequently with David and Hannah where Alan was daily becoming more excited about the arrival of his new cousins. His interest extended to telling his nursery school friends exactly what bulls did to cows and he thought that daddies did the same to mummies! Of course the potential grandparents maintained a constant interest! I reduced my travels to day trips and then only when really necessary, at the same time encouraging video conferencing within the company. Rob was travelling less anyway but persuaded his boss to trial a video conference system supplied by TWNetworks - which I was later happy to confirm as a sale! The end of February rolled ever nearer; Clare still felt Sarah's delivery might be very near to the end. Alison's GP set her date as 24th but, most importantly, all was fine with both of them. Both fathers-to-be were much more anxious than their wives who both adopted a more laissez-faire approach to their condition. Rob and I spoke on a near daily basis; I suspect that Sarah had a word with Alison who passed the message to Rob to stop thanking me - whatever the trigger, he did, which pleased me enormously. Alison seemed a little less adventurous than Sarah, whilst our sex life was certainly less active, we still enjoyed some form of congress at least once a week; Rob admitted to the occasional hand-job, although it was not always self-administered! We both became quite twitchy as the last week began, then at 6:30am on Wednesday 25th February 2004 we were awakened by a call from Rob. He had just taken Alison to the Maternity Unit! Every time my phone rang that morning, before I picked it up the thought went through my mind, was it Rob or Sarah? It wasn't until I was having lunch that Sarah rang my mobile, something she normally never did, preferring to text me in case I was busy - was I going to need my blue lights, I thought? No, it was a false alarm, she broke the news that Alison and Rob had a daughter, mother and baby both doing well, to which my response apparently was, "It's your turn next!"