Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 17:02:03 -0000 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 41 Keeping it in Family - Chapter 41 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. * * * * After an enjoyable Christmas Day, saddened by my mother breaking the news of her illness to us, the girls had gone to bed and David, Rob and were finishing our night-caps in the kitchen of his bungalow on the family farm in deepest Herefordshire. "Right, I am for bed, I am usually last, but I'll leave you two to put the lights out tonight!" David said. "It's 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. You ought to take Alison and Sarah to see that, it's at eleven. I'll be up first but if I am not, you know where everything is!" Rob and I mused over David being last to bed and first up, wondering when he got any time to 'get up' in the other sense of the word! "Sunday afternoon is supposed to be the traditional time," I said, "but I am not sure about that with kids running around." "We'll soon find out, I suppose!" Sarah was genuinely asleep when I slipped, naked into bed beside her naked body. I felt her tummy for a few moments; baby was asleep to. I was awakened by Sarah rolling out of bed just after eight, as usual en route to the bathroom where she bumped into Alison, also naked, on a similar mission! "I'd forgotten the shared bathroom," she said as she snuggled up behind me, leaned over on one arm and kissed me, grabbing Percy with her spare hand, "You'd better put your trousers on!" We soon got washed and dressed, followed closely by Rob and Alison. Hannah was already in the kitchen; David was out doing his morning rounds of the farmyard on a bright, sunny morning. I really did not need any breakfast, nevertheless was forced by Hannah to have a couple of farm-produced poached eggs on toast. "David suggested that we all went to the hunt meet in the village this morning," I said. Neither Sarah nor Alison had ever seen this Boxing Day country custom so that was readily agreed. "We can take Mum and Dad in the Range Rover if you four go in the car," Alison said, "Alan has never seen it either but he has seen the devastation caused by a fox in our hen-house last year. Thirty-odd chickens with their heads bitten off and left, not even killed for food. Even the few living ones were never the same again." "Sounds good, we can go straight off from the village." "No way, Mother is going to do a cold lunch!" Hannah said, just as she came in. "Yes, I was just about to invite you all, not that you should need asking! I'll give the hunt a miss though and have the dinner ready when you get back. Take your time, it won't spoil. You might see the vicar there." That was her obtuse way of delegating the task of speaking to him about the Easter Christenings; David had taken it on board anyway. When David came in, Hannah told him about the arrangements. Mother went back to the farm, "She's looking pretty good after her long day yesterday, she does like to keep busy." "She mentioned that the vicar might be at the hunt. I think the idea was that you might have a word with him," Hannah said. "Can't it wait till Sunday?" "Well, it could but it would be a chance for him to meet Nick and Rob, and Sarah and Alison, of course!" "Okay, we'll see if he is there. We'd better go about half-ten, you know how the parking will be; the village wasn't built for Range Rovers and horse boxes!" "Mother isn't coming so we could all squeeze in the Range Rover, it's not far." David looked at the bumps, "I guess so, ALL of us, it's got seats for eight!" Hannah got a sleepy looking Alan out of bed and fed him and Brian. We generally sat around and chatted until it was time to go. Alan gave us chapter and verse about the hen-house incident; it had obviously made a great impression on him - foxes were definitely bad! I didn't dare ask him about badgers, the other scourge of the farm. Badgers had been an EU protected species for several years in spite of the very strong indications of their passing bovine TB to cattle. This resulted in otherwise healthy cattle having to be destroyed at considerable cost both in terms of farmers' livelihoods and compensation from the taxpayer. There was already a good crowd in the village, huntsmen, riders, spectators, young and old. As was traditional the hunt met at the village pub, 'The Star', where the landlord was expected to fill the 'stirrup cup'. Ostensibly for the huntsmen, in practice almost everyone took a sip. In the sunshine, with not a protester in sight, the huntsmen in their pink, not red, jackets, others with black jackets, some in tweeds, all on finely groomed horses with others made a wonderful spectacle with the hounds, not dogs, milling around marking their territory, as dogs do! The usual ten minutes late, the Master blew his horn and the hunt set off at a trot towards the woods, half a mile or so away, seeking the first scent. We were just about to leave when David spotted the vicar, also leaving. "Good morning, Peter, can I introduce my brothers-in-law and their wives?" "Of course, David. What a wonderful turn-out that was!" Country vicars knew how to be diplomatic on such matters; he might have expressed a different view to a village 'newcomer' from the city! Rob, Alison, Sarah and I were duly introduced, David adding that we were home for Christmas having deserted the country life for big cities. Hannah and Alan, he knew, of course and he admired Brian as the latest member of the family, before remarking about further additions to the clan. "Well," David said, "I did want a word with you about that. You know that Hannah's mother has only a few more months to live. The babies are due about the end of February so we have been talking about having a triple christening on her sixtieth birthday." "Why not, that's a wonderful idea, when is it?" "Easter Sunday," David said, "if she is still with us." "Not a problem, I really hope she will be there, we can make it a celebration of her life as well and on what better day? If she passes away before then, we can still remember her and celebrate the lives her grandchildren have to look forward to." "Thank you, Peter, mother will be so pleased, she was worried about it being Easter Sunday," I said. "No problem at all, traditionally, I get to keep the offertory on Easter Sunday, not that I ever do, so I'll make an extra special effort! In fact, we'll give the collection to St. Michael's Hospice. Your mother told me about her cancer several months ago and immediately added that she was going to see the babies before she went, a very determined lady!" "Thank you, vicar, she's not here today because she was determined that she should do lunch for us before we went back!" Rob said. We went back to the farm in high spirits; the first thing mother asked was if we had seen the vicar. "We did, and David fixed it," Hannah said, "he was delighted, probably his first triple Christening! Easter Sunday is no problem!" "He's lucky to get three in a year, let alone a week," Dad said, "and we'll have a huge birthday party afterwards." "Let's get on with dinner, then," mother said, deftly changing the subject. We did as directed and sat down to the magnificent lunch she had prepared. Never to be accused of wasting food, Mother had made a splendid turkey and vegetable soup from the Christmas leftovers. This was followed by cold roast beef and ham, both home reared, pickles and several vegetables. As if we needed more, there was a huge trifle, that very epitome of an English dessert, always delicious, never the same twice. Then Mother insisted that we had coffee and mince pies! Well-fed but nevertheless laden with Christmas cake, mince pies and goodness knows what other seasonal comestibles, we left for home about 2:30pm, negotiating the Boxing Day shopping traffic, Rob and I chatting in the front and although they would deny it, the girls took rather more than forty winks in the back before we arrived home about five! We had all been so well fed over the last couple of days that when we got home nobody wanted more than a cup of tea, after which we watched TV for a while, before Sarah and Alison announced that they were having an early night. Rob and I, having been abstemious as the drivers, decided we would catch up a little on our alcohol intake whilst discussing births, christenings, birthdays and mother's illness, wondering if she would get to see her next two grandchildren. After an hour or so, we went up to bed, I was surprised to find our bed empty; seconds later, Rob was equally surprised to find Sarah and Alison sound asleep in the guest bed. "Well, well, what goes on here," he said to me. "No idea," I replied, "but we'd better not wake them, you can sleep with me." "What is sauce for the geese is sauce for the ganders!" Rob said. We got undressed, washed and what have you before slipping into the king size bed, both as naked as the day we were born but totally without shame. We reminisced for a while, talking about some of our school-day experiences, the Rugby matches and the shenanigans afterwards, the time when the Latin master's prized Lanchester car was lifted and turned at right angles across the narrow entrance road to the teachers' car park almost in defiance of Pythagoras's Theorem and the ceremonial debagging of boys who told on high-spirited miscreants who weren't really out to cause trouble! After a few brotherly tweaks of each other's pricks and nipples and Rob teasing me about me neatly trimmed pubes, we eventually we drifted off to sleep.