Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2009 08:56:36 +0100 From: Nick Subject: KEEPING IN THE FAMILY -Chapter 9 WARNING: The following true story -- only the names of the participants have been changed --contains descriptions of gay and bisexual/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. * * * * Chapter 9 Sarah and I again spent a quiet Sunday evening after we had taken a long walk in the local park with her parents in the afternoon with tea afterwards. All sorts of subjects came up in conversation but fortunately there was no mention of babies! We got my stuff ready for work, clothes put out, etc. Sarah definitely had the advantage, working from home; she could work in her dressing gown - or less - if she chose! We had another early night, cuddling and snuggling for a while but not actually copulating, though Sarah did tease Willie to a full hard on. I was rather hoping she might want to suck him but she didn't offer and I didn't want to push my luck. The whole week was pretty routine at work. I needed the car at work so there was no walking through the woods that week. Rob called and arranged to stay with us on Tuesday and Wednesday the following week. Sarah and I shagged a couple of times, nothing too dramatic, I think we both thought there had been enough heavy stuff lately, me especially! I saw George one afternoon and told me Tim was coming home again at the weekend for "his snip and stretch" as George put it. Apparently it was to be a routine ten minute job under a local anaesthetic. I can't say I would want to see a scalpel anywhere near my kit even if I couldn't feel anything! I asked George if he had got his cock sucked last Saturday. "No problem there, and Tim didn't half suck too," he said, "I thought I had stuck it up the vac! I sucked his as well, so both of us got a load of the other's spunk. Tim said he was going to make the most of his wanking this week before his enforced abstinence." George, Gladys and Tim came round for a drink on Friday evening. The weather was still great and we all sat outside at the patio table in our shorts. The wives chatted away, Tim and I talked electronics and his university project, George chipped in now and then. We were all pretty relaxed. I noticed that George's dick was pretty relaxed too. Gladys glanced over and told him the horse was bolting. I hope she hadn't seen me looking. He rearranged himself and said it was far too hot for underwear. Gladys `tutted', Sarah gave me a funny look and said "Nick feels that way, too, global warming sounds like bad news for Calvin Klein!" Tim was fumbling in his pockets. "Tim's going to need some nice firm support for a week or two, how about lending him some Calvin Kleins, Nick?", George said. "Dad, I've got plenty of my own underwear, thanks all the same!" "When's the snip", I asked. "Tomorrow at five-thirty", Tim said. "That's late for a Saturday, nearly twenty-four hours yet", I said, without further comment but guessed it was a private operation. When they had gone, Sarah asked me what Tim's problem was. When I told her, the only response was "Ouch!". I made a note to look out of the window a bit later, but several visits to the study proved fruitless! We were up early on Saturday, for a planned a shopping expedition to the Bull Ring Centre in Birmingham. Sarah needed shoes; I wanted a new suit and some other bits and pieces. There and back before it got to crowded -- that was the theory anyway. As it happened, we finished about noon and decided to have a pub lunch on the way home. George was in his garden when we got back; I asked if Tim was ready and he replied "Having a shower right now, and tossing off as well, I'll warrant!" "I am sure he will be alright, wish him well from me" I said. "Aye, I will that. A good looker like him will have the girls queuing up for it as soon as he is fit. He never told me about the problem till last week. He wouldn't let us bath him after he was about nine so I haven't seen his cock for years." George, forthright as ever, ignored the fact that Sarah was there. "After last weekend don't you mean `hadn't seen'?" I joked as Sarah disappeared indoors. "I suppose so, seen it like I'd never seen it before, last Saturday. Reminds me, Gladys's night is out again tonight, her part-time work at the hospital. I'll get him to show me his stitches but I doubt he'll want to do anything more. How do you reckon he is for size?" George said. "His dick, do you mean? Maybe a bit thinner and a little shorter than mine, but I wouldn't worry about it", I replied. "How does he compare with you?" "It is certainly thinner than mine but he might be able to give me a bit on length." "He'll do. Do you think he'll mind if I look at the stitches, too?" "I shouldn't think so, pop round anyway on some pretence soon after Gladys has gone, say about 7.30. I take it Sarah will be in." "Yes, she's probably going to be trying out clothes, we've been shopping today and Rob is taking us out to dinner on Tuesday," I replied. George had met Rob several times on his previous visits. "Are you going anywhere nice?" "He's asked me to book a table at Raffles in Kenilworth if we can; thanks for the reminder, I must do that. We haven't been there for a while but it was certainly good last time we went." "Malaysian place on the main street, isn't it?" George asked. "Malaysian, Indian, Chinese; with steak and chips or fish and chips for the faint hearted! Beautiful surroundings as well." I went indoors with the shopping, we tried the clothes on and generally pottered about before tea. I cleared up a couple of loose ends of work. George came home with Tim soon a bit before seven and I heard Gladys going out soon after. About 7.30, Sarah was watching TV and I said I would nip round and she how Tim was. George was expecting me; Tim was lying on his bed wearing only boxer shorts, watching TV. His dick was protruding from one leg of the shorts, looking bruised and with a small plastic contraption on the end. I asked him how he felt and he said "No problem, I shall still have most of it. But the doc said it will be sore when the anaesthetic wears off in a couple of hours. Do want to look?" I said that I would love to but he mustn't get excited. "No chance, I can't feel a thing down there" he said as he pulled the leg of his shorts up for me to see. The plastic cap was under the foreskin which was tied round at the end with half an inch or so of clear plastic pipe sticking out of the end. "That's so he can piss" George said, "and in a couple of days the end will drop off, he can remove the cap and there should no more problems." "It will still be sore for a while," Tim said, "but I've done a month's worth of wanking this week to make up for that. I told Matthew about the planned operation when I went back to Uni on Monday and he wanted to see the problem. I got a hard on and we ended up having a wank together. I'd seen his dick in the bathroom a few times but hadn't realised he was completely circumcised. He said his was done in infancy to fix a problem with his peeing." Nothing much happened on Sunday. Work on Monday was pretty much routine; the weather had broken and it was raining so I went to work in the car. Rob flew down from Newcastle on Tuesday and took a cab to their office. After another routine day, I picked him up about six, we went home, showered, changed and the three of us were out by seven, easily making our 7.30 booking. On the way he called Alison from the car, said she was in great form and gave me a knowing glance from the front passenger seat. Sarah noticed from the back seat and asked "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just men talk," Rob said and she let it go. We spent a long time over a great meal from their `mix and match' four course dinner menu. As usual the service was impeccable even though the restaurant was practically full. We had plenty of time to talk about babies and other family news, our forthcoming celebratory break. You name it! I was driving so had to go steady on the drinks, especially after one of their legendary Singapore Sling aperitifs. We were home about 10.30, Sarah made coffee, I got the liqueurs out and we relaxed in the lounge. Sarah said she was tired but that Rob and I should carry on putting the world to rights for as long as we wanted, but she would set the alarm for seven! When she had gone, I asked Rob what he meant by Alison being in great form. "She wants it all the time, we haven't shagged so much since our honeymoon, I'm not complaining mind!" "Sarah is pretty randy too," I said, "It must be the hormones. "I asked her to suck my dick the other day, something I have always wanted but never had the courage to ask her. She said she had always wanted to do it but was afraid I wouldn't want it! We both enjoyed it very much actually." I decided that that was enough detail, even though Rob was my brother and we had few secrets from each other. "Sarah must have told Alison, but she was afraid to suck mine. She said didn't fancy my spunk in her mouth but she is always more than happy to lick my dick clean after a shag." "And you clean her pussy out?" I said. "Almost always", he replied. "They must have been gossiping again. Sarah might want to suck yours." "Well, so long as it's in the family ...." Rob said. "Like babies" I replied. He laughed and I brushed aside his remark that I was the best thing that had ever happened to them. "I walk to work now and then", I said "and in the fine weather over the last week or two, I have noticed quite a bit of man-to-man going on in the woods. I find watching a bit of a turn-on, to be honest. Young Tim next door was down there; one thing led to another and he got me to suck him off." "Wow! Is that what gave you the courage to ask Sarah?" "I suppose it is, but I mustn't make a habit of loitering in the woods. George was down there too and got Tim to suck him off afterwards. Tim's style will be curbed for a while though. He had a problem with his foreskin; he had a "snip and stretch" job last weekend." "Ouch!" Rob said, with feeling. "I got mine caught in a zip once, that was bad enough." "Sarah threatened me with a clothes peg a while back, that's enough to bring tears to the eyes! Do you remember when you proudly told me that you had `fetched it' for the first time and wanted to show me but failed to do it again?" "Yes, I was only twelve at the time and one of the few boys in my class with hair round his balls, according to my strictly scientific observations in the showers! You must have been fourteen. God, you are twice that age now!" "Not quite", I said, "I'm only twenty-seven. I think we were both early developers. It's funny, you know, young Tim told me he wanked practically every day because he didn't like having wet dreams and soiling the bedclothes. I was just the same, terrified that mother would be annoyed with the amount of washing!" "And me" Rob said. "We've learned a bit more about life now! Actually, I had a wet dream last time I stayed here, I hope Sarah didn't notice. I nearly always wank, even now, when I am away for more than a day or two." "Do you remember we got completely pissed at your stag party and wanked together in that alleyway on the way home, it took forever?" I asked. "Yes, that was the last time. You were supposed to be a respectable married man." "Only for three months" I said, beginning to feel a bit randy. "Sarah's going to be asleep by now, do you fancy a quick wank now?" "I'd probably be having one anyway" Rob said. "I'll just look in on Sarah and then come to your room." Sarah was indeed sound asleep. There was my study and two bathrooms between our room and Rob's but we would not have to make too much noise. Rob was already down to his underwear when I got there and his prick sprang out at half mast when he took off his black DNKYs. I looked at him and thought I was looking in a mirror -- except that I was still dressed! We were as alike as two peas in a pod. I shucked my clothes in a flash and Willie was looking perky too. Rob said "Yours is bigger than mine" just as I was about to say exactly the same. It's amazing how men always think that other men's dicks are bigger than theirs. We both stood naked in front of the full length mirror. It really was not surprising that we were often mistaken for twins. Even our modest body hair cover was much the same, although mine was lightly trimmed around the pubes and Rob's was perhaps a touch more curly. We were both gently coaxing our members to full attention when Rob reached across and fondled my balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. I took this as a cue and did the same to him; after a few moments our spare hands moved to each other's buttocks, grasping first one cheek and then the other. I let go of my dick to fondle Rob's balls and buttocks; he took this as a cue to grasp my tool and continue wanking it whilst still fondling my ass. I moved my right hand from his balls to his prick; it felt just like mine. Who was wanking who? After a while, Rob said "I am close"; I surprised him by bending over, taking first his knob and then the whole length of his prick into his mouth. He let go of my cock, simultaneously shooting wads of his spunk into my mouth, accompanied by sounds of his ecstasy. My tool was still at full mast, standing proud and free. After a few seconds, Rob pulled his still dripping dick from my mouth and then sucked my tool slowly into his mouth. That was more than I could stand, my balls tightened almost instantly, my cock pulsed and Rob got my spunk in his mouth, one, two, three, four, five wads of hot man-juice. "Wow" we said more or less in unison. "Just like teenagers," I said.# Somewhere along the way, Rob had swallowed my spunk and I had swallowed his. "I like the salty taste" I said, "I've eaten my own on many occasions." "Me too, on both counts," Rob said, "I guess we both like licking pussy out after a good fuck, too." "And having our dicks cleaned" I added. "It must be in the family!" We cleaned up on my CKs and I was about to gather up my clothes and go naked to the bedroom when I wondered what Sarah would think if she was awake and I came in carrying my clothes, so I quickly put them on, minus the wet CKs, bade Rob goodnight and went to our room. She was still sound asleep. I undressed, went to the bathroom and had a piss -- I read somewhere that was the first thing most men did after sex -- cleaned my teeth and slid into bed alongside the sleeping Sarah. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought how great it was to have such an open relationship between brothers -- and their wives. * * * * To be continued!