Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 09:52:02 -0000 From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 19 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. * * * * With such lovely weather, Rob and I had decided on a diversion on the way home the little market town of Settle, where Alison was born on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales National Park. Her father had been a police officer there until he retired back to his Tyneside roots where like may police officers he found work as a security officer on a small industrial estate . After an hour or so, we drew into the market square so typical of sleepy English country towns, parked the cars and headed for a little tea shop, with pavement tables giving it a distinctly European appearance in the bright sunshine. After chatting generally over our coffee and cakes, we wandered around the square and the surrounding little streets for an hour or so before taking our leave, Rob and Alison to head north, Sarah and I to go south. Amid the warm embraces, we all shed a tear or two, especially when Rob again unnecessarily expressed his heartfelt thanks for the part I played in Alison's pregnancy. Then we all broke into laughter as I said, unintentionally somewhat formally "It was my pleasure to be of assistance", a comment that earned me another playful slap from Sarah, though it truly was, not simply just the shag but the pleasure of being able to help a brother in need. "We must get together again soon", Sarah said. "Why don't you come up to Newcastle with Nick next time? You and Alison could do woman things while he is earning the money," Rob said. "I'll take you up on that", she said, "or both of you can come down to Solihull next time you're down, Rob, but get together we must." With that, we got into our cars and with a couple of little toots on our horns to wake up the sleepy little town, we left on our respective ways. Sarah seemed to be in a contemplative mood as we drove, but after a while she said "Nick, why do you think your Uncle John never had any children?" Uncle John was my father's elder brother who was shortly to celebrate his Ruby Wedding with to Aunt Ethel, forty years together. "I wonder if he had the same problem as Rob has?" I said. "And without such an accommodating brother." "Or he never thought to ask," I replied. "I wonder if your sons will be alright in that department?" "Hey, wait, we haven't even got one son yet!" "No, but this time next year you will have two - or more if it's twins!" "Hang, on, they might be girls." "Alison and I are convinced we are carrying boys." "How on earth can you know that, is that another 'women just know' job?" "Could be, but we'll have to wait and see," she said, "I guess the three month scan will be upon us soon. Do you want to know if it is a boy or girl or shall we leave it as a surprise for when it pops out?" "I shall need notice of that question," I said, "and when are we going to tell the Grandmas?" "Alison and I have got that one sorted out. We will tell our mothers tonight after we get home. Alison and I will ring ours simultaneously. You and Rob can tell yours straight afterwards in case they compare notes. As the eldest you get the first go!" Then Although our parents lived far apart and didn't see each other very often, they did phone each other from time to time; tonight would definitely be one of those times! "Everything worked out own to the last detail," I joked. She reached across and gently massaged my crutch, "You've done your working out, dear", she said. "Just, for the moment," I added. I am sure I spotted a single tear as I glanced across to her, but said nothing. When she regained her composure, we chatted about this subject and that for a while, nothing of consequence until Sarah suddenly said "I need a pee." "Starting early aren't we?" I joked, earning myself the third slap of the day, this time across the left leg; she probably though that the face might have been a bit dangerous at 70 miles per hour on the M6 motorway! "OK, there is a service station about five miles away, we'll stop there. Do you fancy a bite of lunch?" "Not at a motorway service station after our five star hotel dining?" "No, we'll pee in their pot and I know a nice pub we can go to for lunch just off junction 17." I parked up and took the opportunity of draining my bilges as well, giving Percy a good shake into the bargain, further exciting the man a couple of stalls away who had been surreptitiously struggling to get a glimpse of my kit as I was peeing. Just to wind him up, I took a step back before stowing my hose. This prompted him to turn towards me, exhibiting his decent sized, half hard dick. "Not today, mate, my wife is outside," I said, doubtless deflating his ego if not his dick! We drove a few miles to the country pub, The New Inn, just outside Knutsford in Cheshire. The weather was still fine, with bright warm sunshine as we sat at a table outside to choose from their extensive menu. I ordered at the drinks and meals at the bar, we sat and watched the world go by whilst waiting 15 or 20 minutes for the food to arrive. We lingered over our meal was but decided not to have any more drinks, so after an hour or so relaxing in the pleasant sunshine we got on our way. We had about an hour and a half to run on to Solihull, today with that day was one of the days when the motorway was at its best and the traffic was flowing freely. It was too busy too many Cs just a pleasant drive. I reached home comfortably, safe and sound about four o'clock, a while before the rush hour traffic began to clog the M6 and M42 motorways around Birmingham. Sarah made a pot of tea while I unloaded the luggage and riffled through the accumulated mail, free newspapers and leaflets advertising double glazing. As we sat in the armchairs drinking the tea, I realised I hadn't had an update on the Little and Large incident in the ladies' loo. "So, what did you ladies get up to with Little and Large last night?" I asked Sarah. "Well, where shall I begin?" "For a start, why you all decided to powder your noses at the same time - twice." "Doreen and Sally wanted the low-down on Grenville and Oliver. We couldn't talk about it in front to them, so it had to be the time honoured place for women talk - the powder room. The first time we went, we all had a good giggle about why you and Rob called them Little and Large. Then when Grenville went for a pee, we went the second time and when he came out, ambushed him in the hallway between the toilets and dragged him into the Ladies' room." "And then?" "I'm not sure who did what, but we got him against the wall, his shirt open and his trousers down, by which time the scarlet thong he was wearing looked very tight indeed, so we had to relieve the pressure there! Anyway, the more he tried to hide his Willy, the bigger it seemed to get. Doreen was the ringleader there; she said Dave had taught her how to get a man to full mast - her words. His cock was enormous, nearly the length of my forearm!" "Remember, I've seen it!" "Any way, it wasn't long before he began to dribble and then he shot five or six great spurts, just missing Alison. I think all four of us women were pretty juicy by then as well." "What about Oliver?" "He came in, looking bewildered, just as Grenville was getting tidied up. Sally and Alison grabbed him, Doreen and I got his trousers down, followed by his very twee pair of polka dot boxers. His dick took some finding in all that hair he's got down there. As Grenville made his exit he said 'Oliver likes it sucked'." "Yes, Grenville did that in the showers." "Anyway, that was Sally's prerogative; she seemed pretty practised at it!" "Ah! So, John is the lucky one." I got another playful slap! "I finished him off by hand, just a dribble really. It's amazing, the difference in their cocks, one the size of my finger and the other more like my arm. Anyway, I'll settle for yours any day!" "I am pleased about that", I said, as I felt a tingling in my groin. Another slap; I was going to have to do something about that! "Well, they both came back with a gleam in their eyes so I guess they enjoyed it as much as you women obviously did. Now, you may have noticed that I need some tender, loving care," I said, patting my crotch where Willy was making himself pretty obvious. In a flash, Sarah was out of her chair, on her knees between my legs, my belt was undone, my zip down, my CKs pulled aside and my rock hard dick was her mouth. I held back as long as I could, then tried to pull out; the sucking stopped for a second. "I want it", she said and as she took the whole seven inches back into her mouth my balls spasmed and I dumped my load. She scooted up my chest and pressed her lips to mine, expelled the spunk into my mouth and said "Don't swallow!" In one swift movement, her slacks and panties were down, she was on her back on the floor, her legs apart and her juicy cunt open. I knelt astride her torso, put my lips to her love chute and blew the spunk where it belonged. Sarah lifted her head, took my now softening dick into her mouth and sucked out the last drops of my juices. We had been lying side by side on the floor for several minutes, clothing asunder, totally relaxed and drifting towards sleep when the doorbell rang. There was a mad scramble to get up adjust our clothing and answer the door. I could see from the silhouette on the frosted glass that it was George.