Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 12:37:31 +0100 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 33 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. That is the reason for the delay in this latest instalment of the story, Rob and I have been doing a great deal of overseas travel in the course of our jobs; this has made it difficult to get the story verified! More very soon!! * * * * During the short wait for our luggage at the airport, Roger reminded us all about returning our expense forms to him as soon as possible. The sooner we got them back, the sooner they would be paid; he hinted that perhaps there would be more than we expected. We had been so well looked after that there wasn't a lot to claim anyway! He said he would be in touch with everyone soon and with our agreement he distributed a list of our contact details and those of the clinic staff. Clare reminded Pat to make her appointment. After my conversation with Sid, I doubted that it would be strictly necessary! Roger reminded Derek and me to contact Thierry directly about sperm donation if we wanted to go ahead, but to keep him in touch, unofficially of course. With that, we all said our goodbyes, or at least 'au revoir, a bientot' and set off on the last few miles of our journeys home. As soon as Sarah and I were indoors, she said "Nick, that was a wonderful weekend, we must do it again - soon! And as for that naked shag in the sand dunes, that was awesome. You've never had me from behind before." "What are you waiting for?" "No, no, not now. I've got to phone Mum, get the washing machine on and you've got to go to work in the morning." "OK, I'll just make us some cocoa and then call Mother and call Rob. I'll use my mobile." We both duly 'reported in', saying we were home safe and sound but tired and that we would call with more details tomorrow. "Go on up to the bathroom; I'll only be a few minutes down here," Sarah said. I unpacked, got undressed and was only just into the shower when Sarah came up. A minute later she joined me under the shower. We caressed and cuddled as we washed each other down, the hot water stinging my bum where I had definitely got too much sun earlier in the day! We dried off and got into bed, naked as usual, Sarah taking the opportunity to slap my sore bottom as we did so. We kissed and cuddled for a while before drifting off to sleep. I was alone in bed when the alarm clock went off next morning and was up in a flash wondering where Sarah was. My woodie went ahead of me as I went downstairs, only to find Sarah in her dressing gown with breakfast ready. I put my arms around her as we kissed, "You were up early." "I forgot I was still on French time, but at least I have dealt with the washing! Now, you put that thing away, go and get dressed and then we'll have breakfast together." She gave my dick a playful tweak and, as I turned away, my bottom a sharp slap. The soreness seemed to have eased; that had to be good news, I was going to be sitting on it for most of the day! Ten minutes later, I was washed, shaved, dressed and having breakfast when George appeared at the door. There had been another police raid in the woods, lots of men arrested, drugs and porn seized and the whole place was sealed off. I am not sure why he felt it was earth shattering news but I had intended walking to work that morning. Finally, he asked about our weekend. Sarah suggested that he and Gladys come round after dinner and we would catch up with all the happenings then! The office had managed without me for two days and work went pretty smoothly, even better, I was home on time. Sarah had been shopping and dinner was just about ready as soon as I had changed out of my office attire. George and Gladys came round later eager to hear how we got on. So far as they were concerned it was a weekend away with friends so we were spared having to go into details of the medical aspects of the trip! Tim had called them over the weekend with an update from Sweden. "He's found himself a Danish bird, screwing her like as not." "George! You don't know that." "I could tell by the way he talked about her, it's what youngsters do these days, she'll be coming back with him, I'll warrant." "Good luck to him," I said, "pretty good progress for a late starter. I take it he is all OK in that department now." "I reckon so, he dropped a few hints about breaking his duck," George said before he got back on the subject of the woods, or more specifically, the men in them. Of course, stories like that grow with the telling but it seems that the Dutch truck was taken away by the police after Hans was arrested. Several local men had been arrested too during the Friday evening raid. When they had gone, Sarah had a long conversation with her mother, I spoke to Dad and then to Rob. Dad wanted to know all about France, especially the food. Rob was more quite interested in the medical aspects of our trip. I only left out the sperm donor proposition but did mention that we might be going again, which prompted him to suggest that he and Alison might come too. Sarah and I eventually got to bed and made long, slow love. Indeed, that was to become the norm over the next weeks, weeks during which we made love every two or three nights. My new post was announced and Sarah got two more assignments she didn't really want, but took them on just the same! One meant her being away for a week at the beginning of October. Coincidentally, Rob came down for a couple of days that week and as usual stayed with us, or at least with me. The first evening I picked him up from the office, we had a pub meal. When we got home, we called our wives and then chewed the fat about all sorts of subjects over a few drinks until bedtime. "Time for bed, I think, your usual room, Sarah left towels and everything ready," I said eventually. "I thought we might sleep together with Sarah away," Rob said tentatively, "nothing heavy, just brotherly love." "Indeed, why not? Let's do that, you place or mine?" Both rooms had double beds in them. "I wouldn't want to disturb anybody's marital bed," he said, "I never have and I hope I never will!" Rob went upstairs. I locked up, put the lights out and followed him, getting undressed in our room before going naked to the guest room where Rob was equally naked, ready for bed. He looked in the full length mirror and said "If I didn't know that was you, I would think it was me." We stood side by side silently looking into the mirror; we really might have been twins, but of course there was one big, invisible difference. "What are you thinking?" "I was thinking of the hand of fate that gave me the chance of fatherhood, denied to you." He put his arms around me, his head on my shoulder, "Alison and I can never repay you for what you have done for us." I felt a tear drop onto my back and run down. "Rob, forget it, it was what you and Alison wanted, Sarah agreed and it was my pleasure to help. The baby is yours, my gift of life, get into bed. I've got something to talk to you about." As soon as we settled, side by side with our arms over each other's chests I told him all about the reason for our trip to France, the clinic, the doctors and the possible sperm donation. "If Sarah agrees, go for it," he said, "you've helped me, help others even if it is at arm's length, so to speak. I wouldn't want to think of you screwing French birds all over the place and I don't suppose Sarah would either!" "No, I don't suppose she would," I said, "and you can stop that!" He didn't stop tweaking my flaccid cock. I reached for his and was surprised to find that it was half-erect, "Now what have I done?" "Nothing, I was just thinking about Alison, what she might be doing." "Call her," I said, thinking of my call to Sarah from Winchester. He reached for his mobile and the call was answered almost instantly. "Are you in bed, darling, naked?" "Me, too, playing with Dickie." "You could pretend I was with you, with Dickie in your pussy." "I know your fingers are not the same, not so long for one thing!" Even hearing one side of the conversation, I was getting a hard on. I slipped quietly out of bed and passed Rob a box of tissues, stroking my hardening dick with the other hand. Rob threw back the covers. He put his hand around his fully engorged prick and slowly wanked it, seemingly taking his timing from Alison. I soon felt my own balls contracting and grabbed some tissues just in time to catch the spunk as it spurted from my glistening knob. Seconds later, Rob erupted. The spunk shot from his prick, landing on his throat, his chest and his belly as the force diminished. He gasped, "That was good, not as good as being with you darling, but better than nothing." "No, no, it was much better than just a wank, much better! We must do that again!" "What do you mean? Nick put me up to it?" He looked at me, standing naked by the bed, my cock half deflated. "Sarah told you what? The things you women talk about behind our backs, I shall have to speak sternly to Nick about you two!" "OK dear, love you too, call you tomorrow good night." Rob hung up, then wiped the spunk from his body and squeezed the last drops from his prick before rolling out of bed. He threw his arms around me again. We stood with each other's heads resting on our shoulders, with our softening cocks sandwiched between our bellies. I could feel the remaining stickiness on my brother's body and our last dribbles from our cocks running down my leg. I broke the spell, "Time for a shower!" We spent a long time in the en-suite shower room carefully washing each other down, just like Sarah and I did, before we dried off and got back into bed, still naked, said good night and slept soundly in each other's arms. We awoke next morning, briefly played with each other's morning glory before shaving, dressing and having breakfast. I dropped Rob off at his office and carried on to my own where our well-oiled machine ran smoothly all day and I was able to get on with some of my plans for my interim appointment which had been officially announced on the previous Friday, together with the plan for splitting the company into its regional divisions. Rob called me towards the end of the afternoon and said he needed some air and would walk to my office and we could again have a meal at the Malt Shovel at Stonebridge on the way home. Both of us had some work to do at home, but soon completed it over a few drinks before we called our wives and then watched TV for a while until bedtime. "Sleeping together tonight?" I said tentatively. "Indeed. Why not?" After I had locked up, put the lights out we went upstairs, getting undressed in the guest room before going naked to our bathrooms to complete our ablutions. Rob was already in bed when I returned. As soon as we settled, side by side with our arms over each other's chests, I said "What are you thinking?" "I was thinking that you might call Sarah," he said, giving my cock a tweak. I reached for my phone and called her number. "What's the matter?" she asked, surprised to get a second call. "Nothing, I was just lying here in bed thinking about you and my call from Winchester. Are you in bed, darling, naked, like me?" "I am, ready and waiting, pretending it's your fingers on my tits and in my pussy but it's not really the same as you being here." Rob was silently playing with both our dicks, both were getting hard. I pushed his hand aside and held his cock while he held mine, both stroking the other to full erection. Rob threw back the covers, his hand around my throbbing prick, slowly wanking it. I was doing the same to him while whispering encouragement to Sarah. I soon felt my own balls contracting but she wasn't ready yet so I motioned Rob to slow down. "Where's Rob?" she suddenly asked. "In bed," I replied, being a little economical with the truth, "I'm about ready to blow." Rob nodded, I grasped his prick more tightly and I felt his balls tightening. Then simultaneously there was the usual ecstatic groan from Sarah, the spunk erupted from my prick all over Rob just as he reached his own noisy climax. "What's all the noise, is Rob there too?" "Yes." "In our bed?" "No, we are in the guest room, I didn't want to sleep alone, one thing led to another, we were having a wank and I thought about calling you to make it a three-way!" "Good thinking, Batman! Actually, I told Alison about your sexy phone call from Winchester, she got really excited by it." The spunk was running down our bodies, Rob grabbed some tissues and started cleaning up. "I know, Rob called her last night and they repeated our performance." "With you there as well, I suppose?" "Well . , yes." "Good grief! You called me with Rob there, today, so it will be my turn to call Alison tomorrow, then?" "Yes, why not? It is certainly better than a wank, much better! But not as good as being with you darling." Rob looked at me, he was standing naked by the bed, his cock half deflated, "We could try a four-way," he said. "I heard that," Sarah said, "why not? Call me about this time tomorrow and we can surprise Alison with a phone call! Love you, darling." "OK dear, I'll do that, love you too. I'll call you tomorrow, good night." I hung up, Rob, threw his arms around me again, slapping my still sunburnt ass as he did so. Our softening cocks were again sandwiched between our bellies, our heads on each other's shoulders. I could feel the dried spunk on our bodies and the last dribbles from our cocks running down my leg. "It's time for a shower!" I said, breaking the embrace. "How lucky we both are to have brothers like us," Rob said on the way to our en-suite shower, "No secrets, no subject taboo and nothing we won't do for each other!" "And with wives who get on like a house on fire, certainly no secrets between them either!" "That's true," Rob replied, giving my bum a sharp slap, "I hear that you like Sarah doing that!" "Is there no snippet they don't share?" "Not even their studs, not that either of us is snipped," Rob quipped as we stepped into the shower. Again, we carefully washed each other down, lingering among the dangly bits, just like Sarah and I did. I led Rob, both of us still naked, into the bed I usually shared with Sarah, we said good night and slept soundly until the alarm clock woke us next morning. We both headed for our bathrooms, our pricks pointing the way. It wasn't long before we had shaved, dressed and were having breakfast when George rang the doorbell and I let him in. He greeted Rob who he had met several times before and then announced that Tim was coming home on Saturday, bringing his new found girl friend Heidi with him. Gladys was organising a welcome home party and would Sarah and I like to come? We certainly would! I again dropped Rob at his office and carried on to my own where I spent the day finalising my plans for my interim post as MD in Newcastle, plans which I was to run past Tom on Friday. That, together with some routine tasks took most of my day and I called Rob about 4.30pm to say I would pick him up around 5.15 but he said he would walk home to get some exercise and fresh air and would be back around 6pm. I got home about 5.30 and started to prepare dinner; we had to eat at least some of the mountain of food Sarah had left for us! I chose the Cottage Pie with green vegetables, to be followed by Apple Pie, all of which I set to defrost in the microwave and started to prepare Custard to go with the pie at which point Rob arrived, looking a little flustered. He had walked through the woods only to find a police operation in progress apparently because of reported 'anti-social behaviour' taking place there. A uniformed police officer called Derek Fielding had stopped him and wrongly identified him as me! I burst out laughing and explained the confusion to Rob. Even if Derek knew I had a brother, he had no idea that my brother looked like my twin; anyway Derek had pledged to check on Rob's story and we could expect him to call at the house a little later. 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 you, come on in."