Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 10:51:34 -0000 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 46 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 and I had both become quite twitchy as February drew towards its close. Every slight discomfort Sarah felt might be the first signs of the impending birth. Every time my office phone rang, it might be Sarah calling me home. But 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!" After a long smoochy greeting to Sarah when I got home that evening, I had a long conversation with Rob who was over the moon about what he called 'my beautiful daughter', only ending the call when he realised that it was time he should visiting Alison and the baby. Both our mothers and Alison's called to share the news and to see how Sarah was. The reply was "nothing to report!" Thursday came; Alison and the as yet unnamed baby went home. Sarah calmly got on with those things she had to do. Friday came; Alison and baby were home, Sarah was amazingly relaxed, even playing with my morning woodie before I got up and then making the tea while I was in the shower. I called her a couple of times from work, 'stop worrying, I'm fine' was her message! We had a light meal that evening; I made a few calls, while Sarah was still completely relaxed. She went to bed about nine, imploring me not to be long. She was in her nightie but still busying about after I had undressed and washed. She took the opportunity of a long smoochy kiss to rub the bump against my groin, causing my cock to perk up. She pushed me backwards towards the bed, "Sit down", she commanded before struggling to her knees and taking Percy into her mouth. It was even more of a struggle to get to her feet before she reversed towards me into the 'Hannah' position, letting me steer my erection into her already moistened lips. "Just a quickie", she said, "it might be the last for a while!" Realising her discomfort, I took her at her word and soon dumped my seed into her, most of which dribbled down her legs as she stood and turned to kiss me. After a rudimentary clean-up, we snuggled together in bed and slept soundly until next morning, Saturday 28th of February. After a shower together and a light breakfast, Sarah went next door to see Gladys about something or other while I did a few small chores. When she wasn't back by 10:30 or so, I went next door to find an impromptu coffee morning in progress, with several of the neighbours. Back at home about three o'clock, Sarah said she would have a wash, check her 'ready-bag' and perhaps have a little rest. She was sleeping soundly when I looked in a couple of times. I was just making a cup of tea about five, planning to wake her, when she came downstairs with her bag and said "OK, let's go, I've called the hospital. There is no rush; it'll be a while yet. We'll have the tea first." George was outside when we left and doubtless rushed indoors to tell Gladys. Even with the Saturday afternoon shopping traffic, it took only about twenty minutes to get to the Maternity Department, get Sarah checked in and to the small Labour ward. I was given a pager, advised to get a cup of tea and a sandwich in the waiting room, the midwife promising that I would be called in due course. I called Sarah's parents, Frank answered, an excited Doreen soon took over; yes, of course I would call again as soon as there was any news. Then my parents, Dad answered; in spite of the excitement of my news, I sensed immediately that he was worried. "Mother was so excited about her first granddaughter, but she is not too good today", he blurted out, "don't worry, call me when there is any news", and promptly hung up. I called Hannah, Alan answered, "Hello, Uncle Nick. Grandma is not very well, she is just going to the hospital in a van with blue lights on, but she is not going to die. Mummy will be back soon and I have got a new girl cousin." The innocence of his childhood brought tears to my eyes. "Thanks, Alan, ask Mummy to call me on my mobile when she gets back." "OK" he said innocently as he hung up. I decided not to call Rob until I knew more about mother. There was no point in worrying him at this stage. My pager went off, not already, I thought! No, Sarah was settled in and wanted to see me for a while, the midwife said all was well and I should go home for a couple of hours, they would call me in plenty of time. I decided not to tell the rather sleepy Sarah about mother, kissed her au revoir and went home, where I felt completely at a loose end. Gladys popped round briefly; I called Dad, there was no reply; I called Rob, Alison answered, they were over the moon about their as yet unnamed daughter. I told her about Sarah, but I couldn't tell her about Mother until I knew more. I needed to talk so I updated Doreen about Sarah, then spoke to Frank about Mother, sharing what little I knew. For no particular reason, I decided to have a shower. Standing naked under the jets, I thought of the number of times I had shared the double-size shower with Sarah, a thought which caused my cock to stir. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I had a full blown hard on and was tossing myself off, imagining that I was deep inside Sarah, about to hear her groan of satisfaction. Instead, the phone rang; it was Hannah. Mother was in Hereford County Hospital with pneumonia, a typical consequence of her cancer; the next 24 hours would be crucial but the doctors were optimistic. I told Hannah that Sarah was in the Solihull Maternity Unit, but no news yet. She replied that Mother so pleased to have a granddaughter and desperately wanted to see both babies, implying that time might be of the essence. I said I would call Rob with the good news and the bad. I was pretty well dry, dick unsatisfied, when we finished talking and rang Rob immediately. Alison answered, I congratulated her again and asked the name of the baby (still undecided!) and told her about Sarah before asking to speak to Rob. I heard Alison tell him about Sarah, so my opening words were "Rob, I'm afraid there is some bad news as well, Mother is in hospital with pneumonia. Dad is pretty upset but Hannah is reasonably optimistic." There was a long pause before he answered. "I spoke to her on Thursday, she was so excited to hear about our baby but I thought she didn't sound very well. When did she go in?" "A couple of hours ago, I rang to tell them about Sarah, Dad was clearly upset so I rang Hannah and Alan told me that 'Grandma is not very well, she is just going to the hospital in a van with blue lights on, but she is not going to die'." There was another long pause; Rob and I were both in tears, as much about Alan's childhood innocence as Mother's illness. Rob eventually said he would ring Hannah first and then speak to Dad, I would have my plate full but he would call me back soonest. With that we hung up, I finished drying myself and clad only in a clean pair of Calvin Kleins went downstairs to make coffee. I needed a stiff gin and tonic but with having to drive that was out of the question! Eight o'clock, no news! Nine o'clock, no news! I decided I would call if there was nothing by half-past. As I was about to pick up the phone, it rang; the nurse said there was nothing to report yet, everything was fine, just a bit slow, The birth might be a couple of hours yet. She suggested that I might like to go in to be with Sarah and I readily agreed. Rob called just as I was leaving, Hannah was with Mother who seemed to be a little better and she had told her about Sarah; Dad was with David and the boys. When I got to the hospital, Sarah seemed rather tired but pleased to see me. Of course her first question was if I had told all the family. I truthfully answered that they all knew, then added that Mother was 'not too well', to use Dad's understatement and that she, too, was in hospital. "She so wants to see the babies, I do hope it won't be a case of a life lost as another begins." "I am sure it won't, dear," I blurted out without much confidence and with tears in my eyes again. Sarah winced with a sudden pain. I looked at my watch, 10:15pm and it was only then that I remembered the date. It looked like our baby might be going to have rather infrequent birthdays! It was then that the nurse came in and I mentioned the date. "Some people ask us to fiddle the time of birth," she said, "especially at New Year, but we will never do that." She checked Sarah over, "No problems, nature will take its course. I've never been on duty on February 29th before so it could be a first for me too!" I sat with Sarah for another hour or so before she sent me to have a coffee. When I came back, it seemed to me like a major panic, but according to the midwife, all absolutely normal, just a bit sudden. "Not squeamish, are you? We don't want you passing out on us!" "I'm OK, I've seen lots of lambs and calves pop out on the farm. I want to see my baby arrive in the world!" First the head, then two tiny hands, suddenly most of the torso, then the hips, finally two little legs slipped out from between Sarah's raised legs. The nurse deftly cut the umbilical cord, slapped the baby gently on its back, there was a little yell as she turned it over, exposing its tiny willy for all to see. "Well done, Sarah, you have a son; you too, Nick," she looked up at the clock on the wall, then the watch at her breast, "It's 12:16am, I believe," she said, handing the little boy to Sarah, who was clearly delighted. I gave her a hug and gently touched my son's little hands and his stubby nose. I couldn't believe he was real! "He looks fine to me, but we'll just give him the once over and weigh him," the nurse said, gently taking him from Sarah. I held Sarah's hands while he was gone; I think she was just a little bit worried until he was brought back five minutes later, wrapped in a white blanket. "Seven pounds, eleven ounces," the nurse said, "and looks to me as near perfect as they come. It's a pity his birthday won't come round very often but I expect you'll find a way of dealing with that! He's likely to be the only one born here today, we'll probably have the Press here in the morning. He could be famous! Nick, you go home now and get some sleep. By the way, Paul in your office is my husband, do you mind if I tell him?" I had noticed that her name badge carried his slightly unusual surname, but had given thought little to it. "Not at all, he would probably find out on Monday anyway, so you can do better than the grapevine on this occasion!" Paul was actually one of our most unflappable service technicians - pretty much like his wife! "Lovely, I am off duty at six in the morning, Lucy will be in charge tomorrow, I suggest you come in about nine and she will probably organise the discharge. Off you go, I'll finish up here and then Sarah can get some well-deserved sleep." I took her hand, kissed her on both cheeks, "Thank you very much for everything. I do hope you'll be here for our next one!" "Thank you, Nick, but be careful around the end of May next time!" It took a moment for that message to register. Sarah was dozing off and missed it. I gave her another hug and a kiss, "I'll be here in the morning; then we'll have to think seriously about names." It took only a few minutes to get home. No sooner was I indoors that the phone rang. It was Gladys, obviously wanting to be the first to know and was over the moon with our news. "He will only be ten when I am seventy," I added. She was baffled for a moment. "You mean he was born this morning, February 29th? "That's it, not so many birthdays to cope with!" "Well, you can cope with that, we're so pleased everything is alright. George will be pleased. No name yet, I suppose?" "No, not yet," I replied, "I'll talk to you in the morning. Good night." I didn't want to discuss my mother's illness at that time, especially as I had no idea how she now was. There were no messages on my phones, which I took as a good omen. I locked up, went upstairs, stripped naked and after a quick trip to the bathroom, fell into bed and was asleep in no time!