Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2010 20:25:35 -0000
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the family - Chapter 23

KEEPING IT IN THE Family -- Chapter 23

WARNING:  The following true story -- only the names of the participants 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.

 * * * *

Our act of love completed, I filled the bottle, as directed and returned,
naked to the bed in which Sarah was already asleep.  I eased myself into the
`spoons' position behind her and was soon asleep myself.  We were rudely
awakened at 6.30am by the alarm clock summoning us from our slumbers.

Sarah rolled over and kissed me.  "I had a very strange dream last night,"
she said.  I dreamt that you were shagging me.  It was a long, slow act of
love, not one of our violent sexual romps.  Then I licked you clean and you
cleaned me.  It was so lovely, so real ..."

"We did and it was real!"

"Really?  It was so much like a dream.  You went to the bathroom afterwards,
then came back and slipped into bed behind me; I really thought it was a
dream.  It's a pity you have to go," she said, rolling on to her back and
rubbing her neatly coifed, naked mound sensuously with both hands; that and
her pert bosoms pointing skywards almost made me change my mind.  Instead, I
rolled out of bed, went naked to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on
before going to the bathroom for my shave and shower.  By the time I was
out, Sarah was downstairs; I quickly dressed and went back to the kitchen
where she was in her dressing gown preparing my breakfast.  I gave her the
bottle, in its carefully labelled protective bag.

"Ahh!  You remembered.  I'll take it in this morning on the way to the
shops.  Clare will think you are a fast worker!"

"I needed some help.  Are you going to help me with the other one?"

"Only if you ask very, very nicely.  It'll new to me but I am a quick
learner."

"Right, you are on; we must be up for an early lesson on Tuesday morning."

"What about Saturday morning?"

I finished my breakfast, complete my toilette, gathered up my stuff for the
office and left about 7.45, having decided to walk to the office.  The
weather had picked up again after the thunderstorm and it looked like it
would be fine and warm again over the weekend.  As I walked through the
woods, I kept my eyes open but it was a bit early for any hanky-panky.  Or
was it?  There were two lorries and three cars in the lay-by but no sign of
any drivers.

It started as an unremarkable day at the office and I was able to finish the
remaining backlog of work after my short holiday; I sometimes wonders if
holidays are worthwhile -- most of the work piles up to be done on one's
return!  I still hadn't told my staff of our news.  They had been doing a
great job lately in spite of being short-handed, so I decided to pop out at
lunch time and get some cakes to offer as a small `thank-you' at our
(unofficial) afternoon tea-break and then to announce my impending
fatherhood.

About 3pm, I asked everybody to get their drinks and to join me in the
conference room.  In hindsight, I think this may have caused a bit of alarm
and despondency because there had been rather persistent rumours of job
losses in another division of the company.  Anyway, unveiling the cakes put
paid to that!  I thanked them for the work they had all done over the last
couple of months whilst we had been so busy.  There were murmurings of
pleasure, so that was a good move!

"I have a personal announcement to make as well", I paused; there were
puzzled looks.  Was I going to leave?  "Sarah and I are expecting a baby
early next year.  I think that makes me the last man in the office to become
a father."  There was applause, just as my Divisional CEO walked in, as he
often did on a Friday afternoon.

"What's the celebration, Nick?"

"Sarah and I are expecting a baby."

"Well done!  Great news, I am so pleased for you, fatherhood for me is an
enormous pleasure."  I happened to know that both his children were adopted,
though my colleagues probably did not.  There was more applause and cheers.

 "Well, I have some more good news for you all, the reason for my dropping
in this afternoon.  The company's annual results will be published on
Monday."  He looked at his watch, "I am not supposed to tell you this until
the Stock Market closes but our profitability is well above expectations.
Most of you have Share Incentives, they will be immediately exercisable and
for everyone there will be a bonus of five percent of annual salary payable
at the end of July and again in August.  Nick will certainly be able to
afford a nice pram for the baby!"  There was prolonged applause; I offered
Tom the last of the cakes, which he took with gusto.

Tom answered a few, mostly trivial, questions from the staff and chatted
generally for a while then said, "A word, in your office, please Nick."  The
staff was going to be discussing their unexpected bonuses for the rest of
the afternoon!

"Two things, your bonus will be on the management scale, of course, so it's
twenty percent for you, paid over four months.  Secondly, we had a board
meeting last week.  Your name came up.  The chairman and the CEO thought you
might be a good candidate for MD in Newcastle.  Jerry is retiring in the
middle of next year, we would want a bit of an overlap, but you know their
business pretty well anyway."

"Well, thank you, I am honoured.  I like the work and people here but I
don't think I will have to think about it for very long!"

"Well, talk to Sarah about it.  There is no rush to decide but there may
also be some reorganisations involved, so in any case we would like you to
be at the next Board meeting at the end of August for a chat.  Talk to Jerry
in the meantime, he was there last week and was happy to endorse you.  He
will be expecting your call.  Anyway, I must go now, call me next week when
you've spoken to him and had a chance to mull it over."

I left about 4.30 for my walk home and as I crossed the main road, I noticed
George standing by the lay-by.  "Taking a stroll, George?"

"Aye, getting a bit of air, and a bit of entertainment on the way home from
work."  He gestured towards the Dutch lorry.  "He's got a brilliant video of
two blokes, one with an enormous dick and the other no bigger than my
finger."  It couldn't be, could it?  Grenville was a cop, after all.  "He'll
show you."  Before I could stop him, George was banging on the lorry door.
"Hey, Hans, show Nick that video."

I only needed to see the introduction, I recognised the faces straight away,
it was Little and Large!  The driver was ready to go, but he whizzed forward
to a full frontal shot of the two men, penises erect, one huge and one tiny.
"You wouldn't believe the sizes of those two, would you Nick?"

"Well, I wouldn't have, if I hadn't seen them."

George gave me a funny look.  "On the film, I mean."  I just about dug
myself out of that faux-pas, I think.

"I am back next week," Hans said.  "I can be bringing some more, maybe for
you to have."

"I am not sure our wives would approve, but let's see what you can come up
with," George said.  "We'll see you again soon."  With that, he started the
engine, closed the door and was away and we strolled back through the woods
towards our homes.

"You look pretty pleased with yourself this evening.  What's up?"

"Nothing, really, the weekend, the baby, nice weather, just glad to be
alive," I said philosophically.  I didn't want to tell him about my bonus or
possible promotion just yet.  "Have you heard from Tim in Sweden?"

"He phoned when he got there and again at lunch time today, so Gladys tells
me.  It looks like he's getting settled in.  He is staying outside Oslo with
a family with a couple of lads about his own age.  They've had him out on
the town already.  I hope he took some rubber what-nots with him!  "

"I am sure you can get them over there, when is he coming back?"

"About the end of August, not settled yet."

We were home by then; Sarah was talking to Gladys on the drive.  "Advice
about babies, I'll warrant," George said. "Gladys was so disappointed we
couldn't have any more; she'll dote on yours when it arrives."

We greeted our wives, me with a peck on Sarah's cheek, George with "What's
for tea, Gladys, I'm starving, we were too busy to get any lunch."

We went indoors and I gave Sarah a proper kiss.  "What's up with you this
afternoon?  You look like that cat that got the cream."  Was I really that
transparent?

"Tom came by this afternoon; we're getting a decent bonus after all."  There
had been some doubt about us getting anything this year.  "Five percent of
salary," I said.

"That's not bad, it could be better."

"For four months running, in my case" I added, "and that's not all.  Our
share incentive scheme will kick in and I'm in the running for a promotion,
MD in the Newcastle office."

"Wow, twenty percent, less the tax I suppose, the share scheme payout and a
promotion, that's great!  I'm not sure about moving up north, though."

"Hold on, it will still be around ten grand after tax, plus the company
shares but remember the promotion is not signed and sealed yet."

"Fair comment, I have done a chicken and ham salad, followed by Summer
Pudding for dinner.  I thought that would be right for the hot weather."

"Great, I'll get changed.  Let's have it on the patio.  There's a cold
bottle of Vouvray in the fridge in the garage, how about that as well?"

Five minutes later when I came down wearing only a tee-shirt, cargo shorts
and flip-flops, the wine was already poured and everything else was just
about ready for the table.  "To us and our baby," I said, raising my glass.

"To us, our baby, and to Rob and Alison's baby," Sarah said, a very
thoughtful and caring remark on her part.  "I spoke to Alison this
afternoon, she went to the doctor this morning, all is well and guess what --
February 28th 2004 is the date she was given!"

"Rob will have to chase her round the garden if nothing is happening or the
poor lad will miss out on birthdays.  I'll put the coffee pot on and then
let's have dinner."

"Now who is assuming they will be boys!"

We sat outside and had a leisurely dinner.  As usual, Sarah had prepared it
beautifully but far too much.  Nevertheless we got through it, accompanied
by a couple of small glasses each of the medium-sweet wine from the Loire
valley.  We talked about the bonus I was to get and what to do with it,
agreeing that it would best be used for the baby fund, and balance being
used to pay a lump-sum off our mortgage.  We'd keep the shares, perhaps to
fund a possible move up north, but Sarah was clearly not very enthusiastic
about Newcastle.  As an only child, she was close to her parents and,
indeed, very close to my family.

We ate our pudding, the melange of sweet summer berries on a bread base
soaked in the fruit juices blended well with the sharp-sour taste of the
crème frâiche.  I poured two cups of coffee and brought them from the
kitchen.  "We've had three things this evening I must cut down on," Sarah
said, "alcohol, coffee and crème frâiche."

"The diet starts tomorrow," I said.  We were just finishing the coffee when
George and Gladys came out into their garden.  Gladys was eager to tell us
about Tim's adventures in Sweden, the family he was staying with, the house,
the work he was doing, how clean everywhere was, even down to the
extortionate cost of beer.  "Has he found a girl friend yet?"  I asked.

George replied, "Give him time, apparently both the lads where he is staying
have girls, so no doubt they will try to get him fixed up before too long. "

We talked over the garden fence for quite some time, all the predictable
things, Tim, babies, the weather, politics, you name it, but I did not
mention bonuses or promotions.  They could wait for another day.  After a
while, Sarah said "Well we had better get cleared up out here" and we bade
our farewells.  This was an occasion when the dishwasher was going to get
some exercise!

Sarah and I watched TV for a while, before she announced that she would have
a bath; I had some bits of post I wanted to clear up and said I would shower
before bed.  I poured myself a generous gin and tonic and tackled the
paperwork.

It was about 10.30 when I joined Sarah in bed, having noticed from my study
window that George and Gladys were still sitting out in their garden.  We
chatted for a few minutes, my suggestive snuggles were rebuffed by a
reminder of the 72 hour deadline, so eventually we fell asleep in each
other's arms, promising a re-enactment of Sarah's dream next morning.

Being Saturday, there was no alarm to wake us, but Sarah must have been
wakened but the brilliant sunshine about five o'clock in the morning.  I was
awakened by feeling my dick being gently fondled and already well above half
mast.  I lay there on my back with my eyes closed for some moments enjoying
the pleasure but when I felt her lips closing around my knob I flinched and
gave the game away.

"You're awake!  I worked out that this was our last opportunity before you
had to provide your specimen for Tuesday."

"The specimen doesn't have to be done on Tuesday."

"No, but you do have to wait for three days whenever you do it!"

"You'll miss out for three days, too."

Naked, she rolled on to her back, her pert bosoms pointing skywards.  I sat
up, kneeled astride her legs, kissed her crotch, her belly and each of her
tits before pushing my tongue hard between her lips, deep into her mouth.
She pushed it right back into my mouth with her tongue and our lips met in a
long wet kiss.

Sarah was ready, I was ready, but all the same, we took our time in a gentle
act of love, caressing each other's naked bodies, me sliding my member
slowly and gently, in and out of her tunnel of love, not thrusting violently
as in an act of rape, whilst she gripped me tightly with her arms around my
waist, pulling me into her body.  Then I heard the little groan and with my
next thrust forced my prick to its hilt, engaging with her cervix and
released my hot semen in spurt after spurt deep inside Sarah's body, just as
she climaxed herself.

Neither of us moved for several tens of seconds, my member was shrinking,
Sarah pulled me even closer and we kissed passionately in tribute to each
other, our now sweaty bodies sliding easily over each other as I slowly
withdrew.  I rolled off her body before we gently cleaned each other in our
accustomed manner, savouring together the mingled tastes of our coupling.
That completed, I lay beside her, gently caressing each other's bodies, both
of us unashamedly as naked as the days we were born, as naked as our baby
would be in a few short months time.

"That's it then, no more hanky-panky before your winky-wanky on Tuesday
morning.  Are you going to manage that?"

Knowing full well what she meant, I said "What the abstinence or the
wanking?"

"I'll make sure you abstain.  You deal with the wanking!"

"I thought you were going to help me with the wanking, funny word isn't it?
My dad always called it tossing-off, a bit more graphic, I suppose.  Rob and
I still remember his one and only lecture about sex on our thirteenth
birthdays."

"I'm intrigued; I've never seen you do it."

"I've never needed to with you around!"  I got a sharp smack across my bare
buttock.  I leapt astride her and planted my lips firmly on hers, my arms
around her shoulders, locking each other tightly together.  After a minute
or so, she pushed me away, "Time to get up," she said.

"That's what Percy says," I responded, as I sat back on my haunches with my
member pointing horizontally, towards her face.  She sat up and took my
prick deep into her mouth and pulling the foreskin over my knob, using only
her lips.

"No chance, I'm going for the shower."

"And me."  Moments later, we were washing each other down under the
refreshing spray.  We got dried and dressed, then enjoyed a leisurely
breakfast in the kitchen with the Saturday papers.