Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 16:25:57 -0000 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 50 Keeping it in Family - Chapter 50 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. * * * * We continued to adjust our routines to fit around Ken's needs and were still amazed at his rapid progress, day by day. Mother, too, seemed to be improving; she admitted to feeling less tired and Hannah said she looked much better. Perhaps the babies had been the tonic she needed. Sarah was becoming more relaxed with Ken, even leaving Gladys in the charge of him for short periods, popping out to the shops and the like. Gladys of course revelled in this! Even before I was back at work full time, Frank and Doreen came over every couple of days. and I was still trying to avoid late finishes and excessive travel. The reason for Frank wanting a copy of Ken's birth certificate became apparent when I received a letter from the local Building Society advising me that an account containing a substantial sum had been opened in his name by his grandparents. After we had paid in Dad's cheque and various other monies, he already had a sizeable amount of cash to his name! Christine came round a couple of times, disappointed that she would not be doing the Christening or even able to be there, though fully understanding of the reasons for our decision. The little package she left was not to be opened until Easter Sunday! We took Ken to church on Palm Sunday, when Christine gave him special mention in her sermon and he woke just in time to be the centre of attention outside in the warm sunshine after the service. Sarah continued to cope splendidly looking after the baby and the household, really taking it in her stride, though I took care of the shopping and heavier housework. I managed to do some work at home (and therefore get a de facto extension of my paternity leave! My sexual needs were well taken care of, though not yet as fulfilling as they might be .. In a re-run of their earlier visit, Rob, Alison and Miriam arrived with us as planned soon after midday on Good Friday, a holiday for me. Almost the first thing Rob confided in me was that the health visitor had given Alison the all-clear - but take it easy for a while longer -and they had made the most of it the previous night! Sarah's health visitor had called the day before and said 'take it gently in another three or four days' time' - well, Saturday at the farm was probably going to be a no-no and Sunday a bit questionable, but .. Rob and I decided to take a walk to stretch our legs after the more than adequate lunch prepared by Sarah whilst I was left in charge of the sleeping Ken. Perhaps inevitably, we decided to walk through the woods towards the main road. Unsurprisingly on the warm, sunny afternoon there were several cars and two lorries unattended in the lay-by. As we took the longer route back, we met a couple of slightly sheepish looking men, one giving us an inviting look whilst fondling his crotch! Further along, in one of the clearings there was a little huddle of men, watching a man shagging doggy style. As we got closer, pretending interest in each other, we could see he was doing a woman, her hands grasping her ankles, her skirt around her head. A couple of other men had their dicks out and as the first man finished, another took over and then a third. "I'm getting a hard-on," Rob whispered. "Me too," I said, "time to move on, I don't want to be picked up by Derek's mates!" We groped each other for effect, certainly attracting the attention of a couple of the men, and moved off, towards home. I recognised the blonde haired man we met a little further along, "Hans, good afternoon, so you still come here?" "Not so often since I got the police caution, but my co-driver wanted a break so I just took a walk today. Who is this man like you, your twin brother?" "Yes, just brothers, not twins," I replied, as we paused for a moment, "Do you have a brother?" He had told me before that he often travelled with his brother. "Yes, my twin, he is with me today as my co-driver for quicker servicing." Yes, servicing, I thought, I saw your lorry in the lay-by and another blonde man getting his end away a few minutes ago. I wondered what the brothers might get up to, together in the sleeper cab of the lorry. "He's probably getting his end away, I'll see you again sometime soon," I said as we walked on. "An interesting encounter," Rob said as we got out of earshot. "Is he the porn DVD merchant you told me about?" "Yes, and he likes giving or taking hand-jobs as well, perhaps more. I suspect he might be into drug running too, probably best avoided, works for the unpronounceable Dutch equivalent of Eddie Stobart." "You two have been a long time," Sarah said as she opened the door, "But you must have known that I just put the kettle was on for tea." "Well, it's a nice day; we had a good walk and a long brotherly chat." "Your office called, you didn't take your mobile with you. Paul wants you to call him about the Thames Valley system, Maidenhead. He said you would know about it." "Yes, I do and I am going to have to send him there." "That's what he said. I'm glad it's not you going!" Sarah said. Alison was just making the tea. I called Paul, yes, he should go; yes, I would sanction his overtime payment; no, he couldn't use my blue lights. It wasn't that urgent, even in the Bank Holiday traffic, nor did I want to swap my car for one from the pool for our trip to Herefordshire! After Rob, Frank and I chewed the fat on all sorts of subjects in the lounge while Sarah, Alison, Doreen and Gladys talked babies, weddings and the like in the kitchen for a couple of hours before Sarah prepared our light supper, after which the four of us chatted for a while, before the girls prepared themselves and the babies for bed. Rob and I had a nightcap and compared the progress of our hair re-growth before joining the girls, by this time clad only in their nighties, chatting in our bedroom. Rob winked at me as he went into their bathroom, saying he would have a shower in the morning. I carried Miriam's cot as Alison joined him in their bedroom shortly afterwards, by which time he was undressed. I winked at him as he got into bed naked as I left their bedroom. As I passed their bedroom a little later going down to make a hot drink for Sarah, I noticed their door was slightly ajar and heard the unmistakeable sounds of their love making, noises that were still going on when I returned. Back in our room, Sarah was sitting on the bed as I handed her the drink and gave her a quick kiss. "More later?" I said as I went to the bathroom, also having decided to postpone my shower until morning. By the time I had done and stripped to my CKs, Sarah decided she wanted a pee. I discarded the CKs and slipped into bed, feigning sleep by the time she returned. Sarah slipped into the king size bed beside my naked body, discarding her wrap-round nightie as she did so. My prick was already beginning to give the lie to my pretence of sleep before she started gently caressing my balls, making its excitement all the more obvious! After a minute or two and without a word, she rolled me on to my back and moved to sit facing me, astride my abdomen. I could feel her moist pussy on my belly and my hardening prick was now resting in her ass crack. She lifted herself gently on to my pole and then slowly eased it into her love-slit, already wet with her juices. It was all I could do not to climax there and then as she moved slowly up and down on my prick. I was surprised how firmly she could hold my throbbing dick, so soon after delivering our near-eight pound baby; she groaned, I shot my load, spurt after spurt, she leaned forward with her bosoms on my chest and kissed me, saying "We took it gently, as directed, back to normal before too long!" She moved, presenting first one bosom and then the other for me to sample her warm, sweet milk. I slept through until the alarm clock sounded at 7:30am, Sarah having been awakened a couple of times to feed our hungry son, but evidently in spite of her tweaking my wedding tackle on each occasion, I did not stir! Surprisingly, we were all up, breakfasted, packed and ready to go, with everything stowed, including the babies, for what was almost a re-run of our earlier trip, before ten o'clock on Saturday morning. Mother had even called earlier to make sure we were still coming! Traffic was heavy, it being Easter Saturday, so we stopped briefly at Strensham Services and again, the tiny babies attracted much attention, being taken for twins whilst either of the mothers was 'powdering her nose'! Alan was again waiting patiently at the farm gate when we arrived; after opening and closing it for us, he ran to the bungalow to call his mother. David emerged from the nearby farm buildings, Hannah brought Brian out on her arm. Mum and Dad arrived a few minutes later, having also been alerted by Alan to our arrival, with Mother looking quite sprightly, clearly pleased to see the babies again. Of course the kettle was already boiling, lunch was soon thrust upon us! We sat around Hannah's kitchen table, for the best part of an hour, talking about the arrangements for next day's celebrations and exchanging all the latest news. The Easter Day service of Holy Communion would include a tribute to Mother for the many good works she had done for the village, that would be followed by the Christenings of Brian, Miriam and Cen, with the entire village Women's Institute having got together to arrange lunch in a marquee afterwards. Mother kept protesting that it was all too much fuss, but was clearly pleased to be thought of so highly. Suddenly, Mother said "Milwyn, come along, we had better get back home. I'll see you all in the morning. I've enjoyed meeting the little ones again." A couple of hours later, after tea Hannah said "One couple and baby in Nick's old room; the other here, please yourselves when you are ready. It'll be a busy day tomorrow!" Sarah and I opted for the farmhouse; Alison and Rob would stay in the bungalow. My parents were still up when we went over, half an hour or so later. Sarah settled Cen down and got herself ready for bed, I chatted with Dad; Mum busied about in the kitchen. "She is so much better since you were here before, my worry is that she will try to do too much," Dad said. "She heard that and hard work never killed anyone," Mother called from the kitchen, "anyway I want a chat with you two boys in the morning before we go to church." Dad looked a bit puzzled. "What about, Mum?" I asked. "Just you wait and see," was the only answer I got, "I'm off to bed now. Don't talk too long, Milwyn, we've got a party to go to tomorrow!" When I got up to bed half an hour or more later, Sarah and Cen were sound asleep. After visiting the bathroom, I slipped naked into bed beside Sarah; the next thing I knew was that it was light and there was a hand fondling my tackle. "You'll have to do without this morning, it nearly eight o'clock! Go to the bathroom while I sort out Cen, then we'll get over to Hannah's for breakfast." Mother was already talking to Rob in the kitchen, "Ah, here you are, Nick, now I can tell you both at once. When my father and mother died, they left me some money. Your Dad would never touch it, even when times was hard and it's been in the bank ever since. I saw the solicitor last week; he is putting it into a trust for my grandchildren, to pay towards their education, you two and your sister will be the trustees. He'll be writing to you in a day or two but I wanted to tell you first. I won't be needing it, now." "But, Mother, ... "But, Mother, nothing; it is for the children and that is that! Milwyn and I talked about it, he won't need it either; it is all sorted out and that is that." 'Mother's law' was in action again! "Hannah and David know all about it already." "Well, that is very kind of you Mother," I said, and Rob nodded his agreement, "but you really should have spent it on yourself." "Get away with you, I've had a good life and not wanted for much, things are a lot harder for youngsters these days, it'll be a step up the ladder for 'em. Go and get your breakfast, it'll soon be time for church!" Neither Rob nor I dared ask how much was involved. Mothers of her generation didn't discuss money with their children! Hannah was busying about with the breakfast but no doubt she or David would discuss it later. Ten o'clock sharp, Mum and Dad arrived in their Sunday best and piled into David's Range Rover with Hannah and the boys. The rest of us got into my car for the short drive to church on the glorious spring morning, blue sky with not a cloud to be seen. Uncle John and Auntie Ethel were already in the 'reserved' seats at the front of the church and half the village waiting to greet Mother. Frank and Doreen, Gladys and George were there and greeted Mother warmly; Alison's parents were not able to come but she and Mother had had a long telephone call with them after breakfast. The church was packed, Peter introduced the service, especially greeting Mother and 'all the other members of her family' and inviting the whole congregation to stay for lunch afterwards. He still practised the formal rite of Holy Communion but when that was concluded, his sermon was based on Mother's life and her service to the village, only touching briefly on her illness, then leading on to the younger members of the family and how delighted he was to be celebrating a triple Christening, the first ever in the Diocese, he thought, for non-siblings! The proud mothers carrying their babies, escorted by their husbands, followed the vicar to the font. The parents were to be the Godparents of the other babies, but even then there was barely room at the font for the ceremony. All three were well behaved, barely a whimper as the Holy Water was dribbled on their foreheads. Even Alan was not left out; Peter had found words to re-introduce him into the family of Christ. After the blessing, Peter reminded everyone that this was a day of triple celebration; the children had been received into the family of Christ who had risen on Easter Day, and that his servant Dilys wanted all her friends and neighbours to join her in the celebration of what would be her last birthday, and the whole of her life and work. Join her without sadness, he said, but with happiness, remembering all the good times in her life, all the good works she had done and accomplishments of the family she had brought up. With that, he led the whole congregation out of church and into the marquee in the field opposite, where the ladies of the Women's Institute, just one of the organisations Mother had supported for much of her life had laid on the celebratory lunch. In true Presidential manner, Mother called for silence by tapping a glass with a spoon. "I have lived among you for the last sixty years," she began, "as most of you know, I shall not see my next birthday, I want this to be my wake. When my time comes, be it in days or weeks, or maybe months, I want a simple, private funeral with Mervyn, our three wonderful children, their partners and children remembering me as a wife, mother and grandmother. Now, the rest of you, remember and celebrate my life, I will join you at my wake!" There was a momentary pause before applause spread, hesitatingly, around the crowded marquee. Peter gave a brief tribute before exhorting all present to make this an occasion to remember, and to remember the life of wonderful parishioner, ending "Let the party begin!" And so it did!