Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2013 16:53:02 -0000 From: Naked Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 47 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. * * * * It took me only a few minutes to get home after the birth of our son. Sarah was getting some well-earned rest; I was completely emotionally drained after the news about my mother and pondering the new life we had made. No sooner was I indoors than the phone rang. It was Gladys, obviously wanting to be the first to know about the baby. She already knew about Rob and Alison's daughter 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 it's a boy and he was born this morning, February 29th? "That's it, right in one, not so many birthdays to cope with!" "Well, I'm sure you'll deal that, we're so pleased everything is alright. George will be pleased. No name yet, I suppose?" "No, not yet," I replied, "I must go. I'll talk to you in the morning. Good night, Gladys." 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! Hannah called me just before eight o'clock next morning and asked about Sarah, before I could ask her about Mother. "We've got a seven pounds eleven ounce boy, mother and son doing well when I left about one o'clock this morning, a leap year baby, born at 12:16am!" I said, "What is the news of mother?" There was a gasp from Hannah, "Well, technically speaking, she died at 12:15 this morning or thereabouts. I ignored her DNR instruction. The medics were wonderful; they got to work in seconds. She was conscious and doing well when I left an hour or so ago." I could not believe what I was hearing, after Sarah's remark before the birth of our son about a life being lost and another beginning. I managed to mutter "I'll call you back" before crying hysterically for several minutes. When I was sufficiently composed I called back and explained to Hannah what had happened. She too was moved to tears and we agreed to talk again later. I called Rob with the news of our son's birth and that mother was seemingly progressing well. I left out the DNR issue; I couldn't deal with that just yet. The phone rang immediately we hung up; Doreen wanted an update and was ecstatic about their first grandchild. After a couple of minutes I said "You won't have to worry about his first birthday present for four years!" There was a few moments' silence. "You mean he is a Leap Year baby?" "Right in one, he was born at 12:16 this morning, no name yet. The midwife reckons he'll make the papers, perhaps the TV news as well! I'll be going to the hospital shortly. Sarah and baby are likely to be discharged after lunch, come round and see them later if you want." "Of course we want, just let us know when you are back!" "OK, will do, see you later." It was only then that I realised I was still naked, Percy standing before me, engorged by his pressing need for a piss! Ten minutes later, having attended to my bladder, shaved, showered and dressed, I made some coffee and toast for my breakfast. After quickly gulping it down, I changed the bed, put the sheets in the washing machine and was soon on the way to the hospital. Sarah was up and showering when I got there. Lucy was checking the baby who was awake and I swear recognised his Dad! "Mother and baby can go home after lunch," she said. "You'll be taking some paternity leave, I assume?" "You bet. I have to get to know the little fella! "You'll know him well enough by the time he's a teenager!" she joked. At that point, Sarah came back from the shower, clad only in an enormously capacious hospital dressing gown. She embraced me and we kissed passionately, simultaneously saying "Thank you, darling, for our wonderful son", or words to that effect, and giving my dick a quick tug, hidden by the folds of the gown! "Lucy says I can take you both home after lunch, but there is something else I have to tell you. Mother was rushed to hospital last evening. She was very poorly and had to be resuscitated about midnight. Hannah was with her until a couple of hours or so ago, but insists that she is improving." Lucy was listening carefully, "Is this her first grandchild?" "No, number three was born just last week, this is number four," I replied, "but I know she'll want to see both of them just as soon as she can." "Check with her doctors but I assume her illness is not infectious so I see no reason for them not visiting her briefly." "She is in Herefordshire, it takes about two hours from here; number three is in Newcastle, that's another three hours or more." Sarah, ever practical in such matters, said "Rob and Alison can break the journey with us and then we can all go down together and perhaps stay with your sister overnight. All four grandchildren would be together then." "That might work," Lucy said somewhat non-committedly, "you'd better check with your own health visitors first though." "Now then, Nick, if I am staying here for lunch, I want you to go to church this morning, update the vicar, remind her that it was she who suggested we might have a Leap Year baby, then get a bite to eat and pick us up afterwards. Don't forget the baby carrier!" Another nurse had put her head round the door, "Not just yet, Dad, we have not only the press but TV cameras here to see this special little boy. Will that be OK with you all?" "In my job, I am not supposed to speak to the press but I shall be happy make an exception in this case!" I said. "Give me five minutes," Sarah added, "I need to look decent and the one thing I forgot to bring was my own dressing gown!" I wasn't sure she would have necessarily been decent in that, but I let the comment pass! I spoke to the media crews while Sarah got dressed. 'Yes,' baby was a bit overdue; no, he hasn't got a name yet ('be sure to let us know if you decide before the press deadline on Tuesday!'), has he got any siblings (no, three cousins, the last one born only last Wednesday!), how about grandparents (that threw me a bit, but I avoided the mother issue), etc., etc. Then the pictures including one with baby's eyes open, which delighted everyone, Finally, it was 'watch the Midlands News tomorrow' and 'be sure to catch the local paper on Friday' and they were gone! The nurses left as well giving Sarah and me a chance for another little smooch, with a few tears of joy and another playful tug at my dick! As I pushed her hand away, she whispered "Later!" "Well, I had better be going if I am to make it to church on time! I'll be back around two to pick you both up." The vicar and I arrived at church almost simultaneously, "No Sarah today?" she asked. "She's in hospital," I replied, "with our baby son!" "No, not a leap year baby was he?" "He was born early this morning, and it was you who first suggested that possibility!" "Well, well, I shall announce your news during our service! No name yet, I assume?" "Not yet", I replied, almost in tears again as I went on to tell her about my mother also being in hospital and the coincidence of her resuscitation with the baby's birth. She pondered for a moment before embracing me, saying "God moves in a mysterious way!" as we went into church. I sat at the back, mainly to avoid being asked about Sarah. As usual, Christine welcomed everyone and opened her service of Holy Communion with the routine parish announcements, "... and finally, we must thank God for the birth this morning of a baby son to Sarah and Nick, a Leap Year baby!" The whole congregation turned to look at me; after their brief applause, Christine continued, "Now, we pray that the little boy should have a long and happy life and that his grandmother, who is very sick and in hospital herself, may be spared to meet both him and his little cousin who was born last week." With that, she commenced the service. With that introduction, I found the service particularly moving and could not help but think of the two new lives I had brought into the world that week, and the secret to be kept forever. After the service, I was overwhelmed by the number of people wanted to express their good wishes for my wife, my son and my mother. Christine reminded me that it was also her husband's eleventh birthday, embarrassing him and their fourteen year old son! Then it was home for a quick bite of lunch, a final check on fitting the baby carrier in the car and off to the hospital. Son was sleeping soundly in his cot; mother was fully dressed, dozing in an armchair and bag packed. A quick peck on her forehead woke her immediately. I just had to touch one of the two tiny hands sticking out from the blanket, the fingers twitched, there was no other movement. I could not help but think that that would soon change! Sarah stood up and embraced me, we kissed long and hard, her hand searching my genital region, until a discreet cough announced Lucy's arrival, "Just about ready for home," she said, "we are just waiting for the pharmacy pack and the paperwork. There's not a lot going on, I'll make us a cup of tea while you wait." I couldn't take my eyes of the tiny baby in the cot as we waited for the tea and then chatted with Lucy. "Have you thought of a name yet? Most people have something in mind, even when they don't know the sex in advance." "We should name him after his grandfathers," Sarah said, "and a third name to call him by." "Milwyn David and Frank Leslie, and how about how about Cennydd, the Welsh spelling?" "How do you like Cennydd David Leslie? You are a Milwyn, we don't want three of you!" "Sounds good to me," Lucy said, "but it's up to you and you have six weeks to make up your minds!" With that, the porter arrived with the pharmacy supplies, Lucy printed off the paperwork and we set about packing Cennydd (if that was what he was to be!) into the baby carrier. Lucy was suitably impressed when I got the fitting of the carrier into the car right first time, not knowing that I had been playing with it! As we thanked Lucy and said our goodbyes there was a tear in Sarah's eye, "I hope I'll be able to cope," she said. "The only mothers who don't say that to me are the ones that have the problems, you'll be fine, just don't worry about it. It will all come naturally!" Gladys was at the front door before we got out of the car, "I must see him, what's his name, who's he like?" She was cooing over my shoulder before I could release the carrier, before rushing to help Sarah with her bag. We all went indoors, Gladys couldn't wait to see our baby properly when Sarah got him out; I hoped Tim and Heidi wouldn't hang about too long before making her a Granny! Baby grizzled a bit then woke up on Sarah's lap, "Give Mum a call while I feed him," she said. Doreen answered on the first ring and was over the moon when I told her we were home; she and Frank were round almost before Sarah had finished feeding, winding and changing him, "Nick can't manage the feeding, but I'll be teaching how to do the others!" she said. He was still awake when Granny arrived, "He's even got his eyes open for me," she said, just as he fell asleep. Frank shook my hand vigorously, "Well done, lad, we are so pleased everything is alright!" "It was easy really, Sarah had the hard bit!" I realised the 'double entendre', Sarah gave me a funny look but let it pass without comment. Doreen had, inevitably, brought home made cakes and even sandwiches for our tea, as well as a couple of sleep-suits in pastel blue. "How did you know it would be a boy?" I asked. "I bought blue and pink just in case; I'll take the pink one back tomorrow!" she said; always resourceful, my mother-in-law. "I suppose his other Granny will want to see him soon." Sarah looked at me. "She is in hospital," I said, "in fact she had to be resuscitated during the night, just about the time he was born." I had had no messages, so I assumed there was no change for the worse. Before Doreen could reply, the phone rang, it was David, "Hannah is just home," he said, "your mother is doing well; in fact she has been sitting out of bed and can't wait to see the two young 'uns. Hannah is just seeing to the boys, Dad's been the baby-sitter all day; I've had two cows calving! She'll call you in a while." Doreen had also brought enough home cooking to keep us going for a week! "I'd planned on Nick doing the cooking," Sarah said, "but I am sure your cake is better than his!" I was amazed at how lively she was after the tensions of the last week, the effort of the birth delivery the excitement of bringing our first-born son home. After an hour or so, Doreen said, "Come on Frank, time we left these two alone to enjoy their son. Remember, we're on the end of the phone if you need anything. I'll ring you in the morning anyway and Nick, if you need to visit your mother, I'll happily come round and be with Sarah." Both parents kissed Sarah and embraced me as they left. As soon as I was back in the lounge, Sarah stood up, put her arms tightly round me, kissed me hard and long, "Thank you, darling, thank you for a wonderful son." I felt a stirring in my groin even before she moved her right hand to play with my dangly bits. Percy soon began to make his presence felt, she slipped my zip down, pushed her hand into my Calvin Kleins and quickly massaged my dick to near a full hard-on. "I am not going to be able to do the proper job for a while, but you won't be going without!" she said. "Thank you for everything, you had the hard bit, mine was the easy bit!" "You've got the hard bit now," she said, just as the doorbell rang, leaving me to quickly adjust myself before answering it. Derek was standing there with a large bunch of flowers; he extended his hand as if to shake mine but instead grabbed my wedding tackle. "You're an optimist," he said, giving my now softening dick a good tweak. I really should have made sure I pulled the zip up! "Anyway, how are Sarah and your new son? Aren't you going to invite me in, these are for her, not you! I mustn't stop, though, I am on a call - one of those where we only look as though we are in a hurry!" He gave Sarah a smoochy kiss as he handed over the flowers, "Let's see him then." Sarah proudly lifted number one son out of his carry cot. "Nick, here seemed a bit excited at the door, zip down as well, randy already is he?" "That was me, saying thank you to him, it'll be a while before he gets the full works though," Sarah said without even a blush, "I've got to look after him somehow!" "BMQ 4-3-7, location and ETA, please?" Derek's radio crackled, avoiding further discussion! "BMQ, en route, giving advice to motorist; five minutes," he replied, heading for the door. By the time I had closed it and made us some tea, Sarah was feeding the baby and the very sight of that gave me a tingling in the groin. Sarah noticed me watching, "You look like you want a drop," she said. "Not now but you'll get your chance!" She fed him, winded him, changed him, settled him down and he was asleep in no time. We discussed names for a while before turning in for an early night, baby sleeping soundly in his cot beside the bed. It wasn't long before I felt a hand creeping up my right leg until it cupped my balls, rolling them together before giving my prick a tug, making me jump. "That woke you up!" Sarah said, continuing to massage my hardening dick. She soon sensed I was close to coming, dived her head under the covers and took me into her mouth. I held back as long as I could but only seconds later dumped my load of spunk into her mouth. She savoured it for a moment before saying "Here's your own back!" as she gave me a slobbering kiss, spunk and all, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I swirled the salty, sticky-sweet liquid round my mouth before swallowing it, a taste I had begun to like. "Go and wash your mouth out and then you can do the same for me." I wasn't too sure what she meant but went, naked, to the bathroom to do as I was told. When I returned, two pert breasts were peeking over the covers, their erect pink nipples in sharp contrast to the snow white sheets. I needed no encouragement as I sucked a mouthful of her warm sweet milk and swallowed it. "Now the other," she urged, "but I want that." I took another mouthful before engaging my lips with hers and squirting it into her appreciative mouth. "Mmm, that was good, no wonder babs sucks so enthusiastically!" "Thank you, darling, that was a lovely end to a wonderful day!" We cuddled together for a while before Sarah rolled out of my arms saying "I'll try not to wake you when he wants feeding in the night," and was almost instantly asleep. ***** I initially envisaged that this story might run to eight or ten chapters! There will shortly be a 'fast forward' bringing my story up-to-date in another three or so more instalments. If you have enjoyed this chapter and the previous 46, please consider making a donation to Nifty - see their front page for details!