Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2010 08:25:21 -0000 From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in the family - Chapter 21 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. * * * * Sarah was very moved by the fantastic reaction of our caring neighbours to her news. Gladys and George in particular were wonderful friends. We had a most enjoyable evening, the party finally breaking up about 11.30, then home to bed and work next morning ... It was a lovely warm, starlit, summer evening as we walked the 20 yards or so home. After the holiday, the excitement of telling our parents of Sarah's pregnancy and the impromptu party we were dog tired but at ease with the world. I have no recollection of locking up, getting ready for bed or anything else. My next memory is that of waking up at 6.30 next morning, our naked bodies cuddled like spoons, sweaty in the warm summer sunshine already streaming through the bedroom window, where we had even forgotten to close the curtains! My usual morning stiffie was trapped between Sarah's legs. Reaching over her left hip into her crotch, I just could feel its head tucked into her pubic hair. I was bursting for a pee, so gently withdrew my member and rolled out of bed so as not to disturb her sleep. Sarah gave a low moan, pushed back the single sheet that had covered our nudity, rolled on to her back, spread her legs slightly and resumed her sleep, leaving me beside the bed with my seven inches standing in all its glory. Tempted as I was, instead, I went to the bathroom; knowing I could not pee like that, I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. Percy quickly subsided and I relieved my bladder as I washed the sweat from my body. Sarah was still asleep when I had finished so I went, still naked, to the kitchen where I made the morning tea. Sarah was in the shower when I took the tea up; She had her back to me as I went into the bathroom and it was only when I cracked open the glass door of the shower that she realised I was there. I was just able to put the tea down as she pulled me towards her, into a tight embrace under the tepid shower water. We kissed long and hard, Percy was on the rise again, this time trapped between our bellies. After a minute or so, she stepped back and deftly flicked my glans with her finger and thumb. I didn't know she knew that trick, perhaps because she had never had cause to use it before! "You haven't got time", she said, kissing me again briefly. She was right, I hadn't. I had to get to work. By the time I was dressed, Sarah was out of the shower and wearing nothing more that her lightest dressing gown, was in the kitchen preparing cereal and toast for my breakfast. She sat at the table drinking her tea as I ate. We chatted about the party, work, her work, babies; then, suddenly, "Gosh! We didn't check for messages when we got in last night," she said as she grabbed the phone from the kitchen worktop as I was finishing my breakfast. She pressed 1571. The inanimate voice of some long-forgotten, probably third-rate actress said `Your mailbox is full. You have ten new messages and no saved messages. Press 1 to hear your messages now.' "I am going to leave you with that, I've got to get to the office." "I'll deal with it later, when I'm dressed." I gathered up my laptop, mobile phone, jacket, car keys and whatever; now back in work mode, I kissed her quickly, saying, "I'll call you later. I hope I won't be too late this evening." She knew how hard it sometimes was to get away from the office after a few days out. When I called at about 10.30, Sarah said she was still in her dressing gown because she had hardly been off the phone all morning having returned all the calls from the previous evening, Alison, Hannah, both our mothers, David had all called, two of Sarah's aunts, my Aunt Ethel, among others had all called. Aunt Ethel was the interesting one -- she rarely called us but today she was absolutely over-the-moon about the dual pregnancies of her only two nieces-in-law. Perhaps Uncle John really had not been able to give her any children and she was overly worried for her nephews. Sarah called again in what she laughingly described as my lunch hour, not being attuned to the sandwich-at-the-desk culture which had already become pretty much the norm in British white collar industries. Anyway she had made an appointment to see our GP a couple of days later and did I want to come too. Well, yes, it was my baby too so of course I wanted to come -- right, then 4.30pm on Thursday. After I put the phone down, I idly wondered for a moment how Alison would handle that situation. But, no, it was Rob's baby, and only the four of us were ever to know otherwise. I wasn't ready to break the news to my colleagues yet, anyway I was too busy catching up to be able to spare time for the ensuing half-hour ribbing I would surely get, probably followed by a trip to the pub at my expense after work. I kept my head down when one of my colleagues started chatting to a couple of others about his twins staring school after the summer holidays. I got away from the office pretty much on time and to Sarah's surprise was home by 5.30, having forgotten to phone her. Nevertheless, Sarah was dressed smartly as if going out for the dinner which was well advanced and we sat down about 6.15 to a beautifully prepared, three-course, private celebration dinner, with a bottle of our favourite white wine. The smoked salmon and prawn starter was perfectly seasoned, the honey roast ham with creamed potatoes and summer vegetables was both light and nutritious, followed by summer pudding with crème fraiche, and coffee and Grand Marnier, taken on the patio, to finish. Sarah certainly excelled herself preparing a light and delicious meal, just right for a hot summer evening. As we mulled over the coffee and liqueurs, the sky began to darken, then came the first raindrops signalling the end of the beautiful weather we has experienced for the last couple of weeks. At the first thunderclap we retired inside to stack the dishwasher! That done, I got out of my office attire -- I had been rightly advised that shorts were inappropriate for special dinner - then called my mother to see if she had got over the excitement of two new grand children in the offing -- she hadn't and she wouldn't, at least not until she had held them in her arms! Then I called Frank for a chat about sleepless nights, fatherhood and teenage daughters -- lots there to tackle Sarah about sometime! Finally, I called Rob, who still wouldn't stop thanking me so I tried out the `sleepless nights and teenage daughters' line -- but that got me nowhere either! He and Alison were seeing their GP on Friday and we agreed to compare notes at the weekend. He was coming to Birmingham a week on Monday and as usual arranged to stay with us; I invited Alison to come too, particularly as Sarah didn't have much work on at the time. These duties done, Sarah and I flicked though some mediocre summer time TV programmes for a while smooching on the settee. It didn't take long for her to discover that I had omitted to put on any CKs under my shorts. To my shame, I had failed until then to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, such was the pertness of her luscious breasts. The thunderstorm broke about 9pm, with that beautiful smell of the first raindrops after a dry spell. Soon after there was a brilliant flash of lightning, followed immediately by an enormous thunderclap and the lights went out -- a power cut! Probably a direct hit on the transformer at the end of our road, I thought. "Time for bed, I think, it could be off for hours", Sarah said, groping her way towards the stairs. I closed the windows, locked the front door and followed her to the bedroom where couple of candles were now burning and her discarded clothes were on the chair. I added my tee-shirt and shorts to the pile and headed for the bathroom where Sarah had just completed her minimalist ablutions. By the time I had finished mine, she was spread-eagled on our king-sized bed, looking just like the Leonardo da Vinci representation of the scale of the human form -- but without the dangly bits! I laid down beside her in a similar pose, wondering who would crack first and break the spell. Another almighty crack of thunder provided the answer! Sarah leapt on top of me, almost throttling me in the process. Then as the rain and thunder eased away we made slow, passionate love in the darkness, exploring every part of each other's bodies, our fingers massaging, our tongues probing and our perspiring bodies writhing together in harmony. It must have been an hour before I gently slid my engorged seven inch prick slowly into Sarah's waiting tunnel of love. We moved in perfect unison engaging my glans with her cervix time and time again as we moved ever closer towards our orgasms. Then suddenly the lights came on! In one final thrust, the earth moved and I dumped my load of red-hot spunk deep inside Sarah's body, just as she spasmed in climax with huge scream of delight. We collapsed into a sweaty heap, clasping each other tightly and stayed that way until my shrinking member finally fell limply from her body. It was 6.30am when we were startled awake by the alarm clock, still naked, still sweaty and still lying together on the dishevelled bed, our bodily fluids staining the sheets and encrusting our pubes. In spite of the exertions of the previous night, my morning woodie was again pointing skywards. After a quick peck on my lips, Sarah leapt out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, I joined her in the double shower and we washed each other down as had become our custom. We made some small talk over a fairly leisurely breakfast, discussed Sarah's plans for the day, the meeting I was to have with a nearby customer, plans for Rob's visit and where the girls could go if Alison came too. After cleaning my teeth, I gathered up my laptop bag, car keys, mobile phone and all the other office bits and pieces, kissed Sarah goodbye and went off to work, totally at ease with the world.