Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2013 08:44:11 -0000 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in the family - Chapter 44 Keeping it in Family – Chapter 43 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. * * * * On that Sunday evening after Christmas, I spent an hour or so checking over my work e-mails and reminding myself of the details of a meeting I had to go to the following morning, some things just have to be done, even over the holiday period, if you work for a 24 hour service industry! Neither of us wanted very much to eat so we just snacked through a couple of mediocre post-Christmas TV shows before having an early night, going to bed about 9:30pm. We contented ourselves with some cuddling and nuzzling, Percy got a few tweaks to excite him but soon lost his ego when Sarah gave me a final kiss and rolled over to go to sleep! I was awakened by Sarah coming back from the bathroom about 7:00am. As she climbed into bed beside me, she said, "What time do you have to be at work?" "Not until about ten." Her response was to put a hand on my knee and slide it slowly up my right leg until she reached my balls. First one and then the other, she rolled them gently between her fingers, before moving on to fondle my prick, already celebrating its morning glory. I was instructed to lie across the bed, with my knees bent and feet apart on the floor. The covers were flung aside as she got out and walked round the bed, reversing between my legs. I got the message and steered my cock between her lips as she sat astride me, taking its full seven inches into her hot, juicy cavern. I reached out and grasped Sarah's hips as she sat completely still for a few moments, I could feel the baby's movements transmitted via my prick to my groin, a strange and wonderful feeling, which was already bringing me towards my climax. Then Sarah began to move gently up and down, up and down on my spike, until my balls contracted, I got that tingling feeling and shot my semen deep inside her. She gave a great gasp and lifted herself off me, revealing our juices dribbling down her legs. Standing between my legs, she turned to face me. I sat up, buried my face in her pubes and began to consume the delicious mess I found there. "My turn," she said, stepping back, kneeling between my feet, and taking my softening cock into her mouth, sucking out the last drops of my spunk as she savoured her own juices from along its length. That done, we lay in each other's arms in post-coital bliss, naked and uncovered on the bed for ten or fifteen minutes before Sarah broke our conjugation by saying, "It's nearly nine o'clock, you've only got an hour!" As we kissed, I felt the caked juices on our lips and tasted their sweet saltiness. "Hannah told Alison and I about that position, I don't suppose it will be long before Alison tries it, too!" With that, she flung off her nightie and headed for the bathroom, leaving the door open. I followed as soon as I heard the toilet flush; after taking a leak and having a quick shave, joined Sarah in the shower where we washed each other from top to toe. Leaving Sarah to dry her hair, I went naked to the kitchen and put the kettle on just as the postman rang the doorbell. The kitchen towel I grabbed was barely large enough to cover my decency and I had to hold it carefully around me to hide my attributes as I opened the door. "Good morning, sir, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. You need to sign for this but I can see that might be a problem at the moment so leave it to me!" He handed me the packet and scribbled something on his receipt pad, then as I turned to go indoors, I banged my elbow on the door frame and let go of the towel, revealing all! The postie made some ribald comment as I picked it up, doing a `Moonie' to the street in the process and displaying a close-up full frontal to Sarah who came to the door to see what was up! A smart slap on the bare bum encouraged me to get dressed and get ready for the office while Sarah prepared our breakfast. As I kissed Sarah goodbye, I said I expected to be back about 1:30pm, after lunch and perhaps we could visit her parents afterwards; she agreed. When I came back, one of the neighbours called over to me, saying he had witnessed my Moonie but was sorry he didn't have his camera at the ready; the news was probably all round the street by now! Fortunately for me, YouTube and Twitter were yet to be invented! It was around 7:00pm when we got back from Frank and Doreen's, sufficiently fed as usual, so we watched TV for a while, had a hot drink and an early night, limiting our marital activities to some prolonged kissing and cuddling, though Willie was not forgotten! It was the same next morning, not that I complained, realising that anything energetic was becoming increasingly difficult for Sarah. It was to be a lazy day, we decided, not forgetting that I was to collect Tim and Heidi from the airport at 4:30pm. The flight was on time, their luggage arrived promptly and I had them home soon after five. Gladys was over the moon when I dropped them off and reminded me of our invitation to their New Year party next day. We had a quiet evening in and Sarah volunteered a blow job on me at bedtime; not only did she enjoy it now but I found it quite satisfying too! We slept soundly in our spoons position until the phone rang just after 6am; one of our customers had a major problem but the duty manager convinced me that he could deal with it or would call me if he couldn't. Sarah had been to the bathroom while I was on the phone and came back to my side of the bed, kissed me and suggested we tried the `Hannah position' again. Who was I to say no to an offer like that? Sarah flung aside the covers, giving my woodie a quick tweak and my balls a good fondle, before she pulled my legs round so I was lying across the bed, with my knees bent and feet apart on the floor. She reversed between my legs, lowering her bum towards my groin. I steered my fully rampant cock between her waiting lips as she sat astride me. As she took its full length into her hot, juicy cavern as I grasped her hips with both hands. "Can you feel the baby moving?" she said, as she sat completely still for a few moments. The strange and wonderful feeling was transmitted via my prick to my groin, quite unlike any other sensation I had experienced. I could feel the baby's movements, which were already giving me a tingling feeling in my balls. Then Sarah began to move gently up and down, up and down on my spike, suddenly my balls contracted and shot jet after jet of my spunk deep inside her cunt. She climaxed with a great gasp and then sat corked for a few moments, with the baby dancing a jig, before lifting herself off me. She turned to face me, standing between my legs, her groin wet with our combined juices. I buried my face in her pubes, she eased her legs apart letting me lick off the delicious mess I found there as I teased her still erect clitoris with my tongue. "My turn," she said, a few minutes later as she sat on the bed beside me and took my softening cock into her mouth to suck out the last few drops of my spunk. That done, we lay in each other's arms in post-coital bliss, naked and uncovered on the bed, and drifted off to sleep until we were wakened about 8:30am by the telephone ringing again. The problem was under control, I was not going to have my New Year's Eve messed up! "I wonder if Alison has taught Rob the `Hannah position' yet." "Judging by her reaction when Hannah explained it to us, you bet she has! Are you going to ask him?" she said, handing me the telephone. "Not yet, I said, they might not be up! Or thinking about it, he might be!" That earned me a slap across the bum, as Sarah made for the bathroom. I followed a couple of minutes later and after a shave, joined her in the shower. Our ablutions completed, we had a lazy breakfast at the start of a lazy day culminating in a splendid evening next door with four other couples from the street and, of course Tim and Heidi. Like the others, we had bought them a modest engagement present, a leather-bound visitors' book and pen set so they could keep track of what was surely going to be their hectic social life in three countries! On the stroke of midnight, we all drank a toast to the New Year and sang `Auld Lang Syne ', though few present would know of its Celtic origins or meaning, after which all the men kissed all the ladies, shook hands with the other men and the ladies embraced each other. When marking of the New Year was done, Tim announced that he and Heidi were to be married later in the year. "Not before time," George added in his usual down to earth way, leading to guffaws from the other men present, me included. When things calmed down, Tim took the opportunity to discuss the wedding arrangements with me. It was to be in Denmark to make things easier for some of Heidi's elderly relatives, though the ceremony would be in English. "After the honeymoon...", Tim started but I deliberately embarrassed him by saying "But you've had that already!" "After our honeymoon, which will be in France, we are going to have Services of Blessing in England and Sweden, for all our friends. It is quite usual in Denmark when girls marry foreigners, a sort of repeat performance, so I hope you will be able to come." I refrained from making a joke about repeat performances and said "We shall do our very best; just let me know as soon as you have some dates. Anyway, I'll see you before you go back to Sweden, Sunday isn't it?" "Yes, the afternoon flight." The party broke up somewhere around 3:00am, Sarah and I walked the twenty metres or so home. I was just a wee bit tipsy. Sarah had been on soft drinks and was as sober as the proverbial judge. As we got ready for bed she made various suggestive remarks and as we kissed and cuddled in bed she worked hard to overcome Percy's brewer's droop. I had never before failed to rise to the occasion but neither had I managed to have my prick sucked for ten or fifteen minutes and remain flaccid! It was after ten when I woke, Sarah was gently playing with my balls, and Willy was showing more than his usual morning woodie. As soon as she realised I was awake, she threw the covers aside, took him into her mouth and still fondling my balls, said "Happy New Year!" She shucked off her nightie, which the bump now made much too small for modesty, and pulled me towards her for a great slobbering kiss. My prick was firmly sandwiched between my belly and the bump, feeling every movement of the baby, which coupled with me rubbing it against our flesh, quickly brought the familiar tightening of my balls and gushes of spunk. Continuing to rub our bellies together, we spread the stickiness around before rolling on to our backs, still with our arms entwined, dozing lightly, until my goo had dried to a crusty layer on our bellies. "That was better than a hand-job but not as good as a proper shag," I said. "Anyway, it's time for a shower." We rolled out of opposite sides of the bed. "And the sheets need to go in the washing machine," Sarah said, as practical as ever! "I'm first for the bathroom, I need a wee." When the toilet flushed, I went in, I had shaved before the party so wouldn't bother today and joined her in the shower. After our usual `top-to-toe and especially the bits in between' wash we cuddled for a few moments under the cascade of warm water. I stroked the bump with the palm of my hand, "Only a few weeks to go," I said. "And you will be a double daddy!" "I am really, really looking forward to it," I said. "I must get my travel plans for the next few weeks sorted out on Monday." "Alison and I talked about me going with you if you went to Newcastle or her coming down if Rob does. We could go shopping for the rest of baby stuff together then." "Good idea, but remember Mother's adage, don't buy the pram till the baby is home! I suppose you can order it though and make sure you can get what you want." "Well, all the clothes will be white until we know if its boys or girls or one of each. Do you know, apart from that little bit of morning sickness early on, I don't think I have ever felt so well, pregnancy is obviously good for me." "We must try it again!" I said, earning my customary punishment as we stepped naked out of the shower. We had a lazy New Year's Day, pottering about the house, a couple of chats with neighbours, Tim popped round to talk about the wedding plans. He really wanted to know if any of the dates they had in mind would present any problems for me. They were looking at the last two weekends in July for the Danish and Swedish ceremonies and a couple of weeks later for the English one. "Sounds good, I'll put the dates in my diary. Perhaps we will take a week's holiday over there; we could probably take the car from Harwich." "That sounds good, even if the nights are short!" I picked up his innuendo, "But the days are long and there are miles of open countryside, so long as we don't wake the baby!" George came round to say that their meal was ready, fifteen minutes later, Gladys appeared with the same message but it was another fifteen minutes before they left. She was already so excited about our baby and Tim's wedding! Apart from a whole lot of family phone calls, we had another quiet evening. I think I spoke to just about all my family and Sarah to hers, with lots of talk about babies. My mother seemed quite chirpy as usual but Dad said she was `up and down' which I tool as his understatement for her being not too well. Hannah told Sarah that Mother had her `good days and bad days' but that she was due for another round of chemotherapy which should improve things, albeit temporarily. Sarah was very tired when we went to bed, so we simply kissed and cuddled for a while before drifting off to sleep. I was up and about early on Friday morning and even dressed and breakfasted before Sarah woke about nine. I reminded her that we were going to her parents for lunch, with her uncle and aunt, but even that failed to excite her; she was really down for some reason. By the time we left about 12:30pm, Sarah had perked up a bit and we had an enjoyable afternoon with lots of baby talk from prospective grandparents and great-uncle/aunt. We stayed for the obligatory, and always delicious, afternoon tea and left with the usual and much appreciated `left-over' cake. I am sure Doreen deliberately baked them over-sized whenever we were coming! Sarah was quite chatty on the way home, even joking at the point where she had the flat tyre on the motorway, how it had been our introduction to Derek! By bedtime, she was much recovered but very tired again so it was a quick wash, kiss and cuddle before another solid night's sleep. I was up first again on Saturday morning and took Sarah her morning cuppa about 9am and gently woke her. She had planned a quick shopping trip, early before the rush, but that was not to be; it was neither early nor quick, but we were back soon after noon. After lunch, an hour's walk in the woods and a few chores, I settled down with the papers and Sarah with the TV, for a couple of hours before making our bedtime cocoa which we took upstairs with us. It was cold by the time we had made love, slowly and gently. I was despatched, naked to heat it up in the microwave, by which time Sarah was sound asleep. She woke me sometime after eight, dressed and carrying my morning tea and evidently in a much happier mood. "I want us to go to church this morning," were her first words after the smoochy kiss she gave me. We had both been brought up in the Anglican tradition but somehow had fallen out of the church-going habit. The church was a mile or so away, it was a beautifully sunny winter morning so we decided to walk and met several other churchgoers on the way. Of course, the baby became a talking point with lots of interest about when it would be born. We enjoyed the service of Holy Communion, particularly as the local church had not yet adopted the `happy-clappy' form of worship, though I was unconvinced about the woman vicar. On the way out she commented about Sarah's pregnancy and revealed that her husband's birthday was on February 29th. "He will be eleven next month," she said, "our son is fourteen!" "I'll have to chase Sarah up and down the street if it's not here in time," I joked. She smiled, clearly having heard that line before! She wished us well and we walked back in the bright winter sunshine, chatting along the way with some other church-goers. "I feel much better for that," Sarah said as we went indoors, giving me a quick peck. "So do I, what shall I cook for lunch?" "I have already prepared the vegetables. You can grill the pork steaks while I make the custard for the Christmas pudding Mum gave us." We had a fairly quick lunch and were cleared up by about 1:30pm. It was still bright and sunny, a bit on the chilly side perhaps but we decided to get some fresh air by walking a roundabout route to the town centre and then back via the woods. With various pauses en route to speak to others on a similar mission, it took us nearly three hours. Sarah was noticeably flagging towards the end. The second thing we did after getting home was to put the kettle on, after a long smoochy kiss. Tea is a great reviver and two cups later Sarah was buzzing around, back to normal. I prepared for getting back to work next morning, the first official day of the new divisional structure in the company and my position as Divisional Chief Executive Officer. I did not expect any problems but out of courtesy and to welcome them into the new structure I organised a mid-morning conference call with the area directors in Newcastle, Liverpool, North Wales and Nottingham. They were all well known to me and me to them so we fairly quickly established a `business-as-usual unless there was a demonstrable need-to-change' philosophy. The director in North Wales, a native Welsh speaker, said that as a Welshman myself, I would now have to learn the language. "Dim siawns, ni fydd fy iaith Gymraeg fod cystal â'ch Saesneg," I replied, much to his astonishment but hoping he would not expect too much of me! The other directors were suitably baffled. I took some gentle ribbing about new jobs and new babies but they all fully understood my need for some time off around the end of February, by which time the new set-up should be fully operational, there actually being little need for change within my areas. The main difference would be the need for greater autonomy of the Birmingham control room, but this was something we would take some time in planning. I organised a series of meetings during which I would speak to the staff and outline our longer term plans for expansion, the main need being to reassure them after further rumours of staff losses resulting from the `dotcom' problems. On the contrary, we seemed to be getting more work as a result of more outsourcing by smaller companies. I would try out my presentation in Birmingham on Thursday, Nottingham was to be a day-trip the following Tuesday with Liverpool and North Wales on the Thursday and Friday. As I was arranging that, I felt a tingling in my groin at the thought of a telewank, perhaps two if I stayed over in Newcastle as well! Sarah had called during the conference call; the message said `not urgent' but I called her back anyway, as she had been for a routine check-ups. All was well, she said but Clare felt the birth might be a little later than her earlier estimate. I told Sarah about my travel plans; instantly, she said she expected a late night phone call from the hotel. "You bet," I said, fondling my kit under the desk, "anything to oblige!" After dealing with a few routine matters and a light lunch in the canteen, mostly intent on my being seen to be just as approachable as I had been before, I spent most of the rest of the day preparing my presentation, the plan being to it out on Sarah that evening. I was fairly happy with it when I left the office about 5:30pm. Sarah had dinner practically ready and we had eaten and cleared up before seven, then relaxed for a while with the TV news before trying out my presentation. Sarah sat beside me on the settee, looking intently at the PowerPoint slides on my laptop, asking a question or making a comment from time to time, most of which I added to the slides. After an hour or so, she was becoming visibly tired so I suggested that I made a hot drink and she went up to bed while I finished my work. When I brought the drinks from the kitchen she said "Thank you, don't be too long or I may be asleep."