Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 21:50:27 -0000
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 24

KEEPING IT IN THE Family - Chapter 24

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.

* * * * *

Moments later, we were enjoying washing each other down under the refreshing
dual spray in our double shower cubicle.  We both thought the bathroom
refurbishment we had done soon after we bought the house was an
extravagance, but it now seemed like money well spent.  We got dried and
properly dressed, then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in the kitchen with the
Saturday papers.  Unlike my rushed weekday breakfasts of cereal or toast, we
usually sat down for a cooked breakfast at weekends, and today was no
exception.  It was an hour or so after we started, when we stacked the
breakfast crockery in the dishwasher with last night's dinner things and set
it going.

I spent the rest of the morning tidying up the front garden, or more
specifically talking to various neighbours.  Our news had spread quickly and
since we were one of the few childless couples in the street, everyone
seemed intent on congratulating us.  One would have been forgiven for
thinking that successful copulation between man and woman had never before
taken place!  It was great to know that we lived in such a caring
neighbourhood; in fact it made me think twice about moving up north, though
I had nothing against the people up there.

Sarah had intended to give the house a good clean from top to bottom, but
she too was largely thwarted by the number of passers-by who wanted to stop
for a chat.  But it was great, the weather was fine, we were relaxed and
happy, the neighbours were great.

We stopped for a quick lunch, I sat with the newspapers for a while and then
it was time to get changed to go to Sarah's parents for afternoon tea, still
a fairly formal affair in their house, Sundays especially.  Doubtless they
would want to have the full chapter and verse of our news, especially as
they were planning to visit Sarah's Aunt in Oxford on the Sunday.

We drove the few miles, using the back roads through leafy Warwickshire
rather than the motorway, aiming to arrive about 3pm, as directed!  It was
interesting to notice the number of cars parked along the way, couples
enjoying themselves open air on a lovely sunny afternoon, I wondered,
thinking back to our coupling in the nearby woods a couple of weeks earlier.
I got a slap on the thigh from Sarah for even suggesting it.

"Remember, you are in purdah until Tuesday," she reminded me, quite
unnecessarily, "anyway, we'd be late!"

"OK, you win - for now!"

Doreen and Frank must have been watching for us, the moment we drove into
their drive they stepped out of the front door.  Sarah was no sooner out of
the car than her mother flung her arms around her and burst into tears of
joy, "We are delighted, we thought we were never going to be grandparents,"
she said, "Its wonderful news."

"It's not that long, mother, we've only been married three years."

"A lot of couples don't even wait until they are married before they have
children these days, let alone sleeping together."  Doreen and Frank were
both very much of the old school in such matters, although Sarah had come
along less than a year after their wedding.

Frank was a bit more reserved but grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously,
"Well done, Nick, we are so pleased for you both."

"Thanks, but it was no trouble, really, just doing what comes naturally," I
replied.  "Alison and Rob are expecting their first baby about the same
time."

"Milwyn and Dilys will be grandparents three times over then."

"Four, Hannah is expecting another son in October."  I replied, "There are
babies expected all over the place!"

"As you know, we only managed the one, not for the want of trying, mind
you."  Frank sounded quite down-hearted.

There was lots of 'woman-talk' and 'man-talk' before we had tea on the
balcony over their back lawn.  Their bungalow was cleverly built on a slope
with the double garage, study and utility rooms at garden level to one side,
ground level on the other, with a balcony at the living level providing a
splendid outlook across open country.

Doreen was an excellent cook and had baked several kinds of cake for us.  I
knew already that we would be offered the remaining portions to take home.
She knew Sarah didn't have the patience required for baking.  While Sarah
helped her mother clear up after tea, I looked round Frank's garden and
talked to his neighbour over the fence.  "So you're to be a father, then,
congratulations, Doreen couldn't wait to tell Enid last week.  She was so
pleased."

That finished, the four of us spent an hour or so walking a circular route
across the fields and back through the nearby woods to the house where
Doreen made some more tea before packing up the 'spare' cake for us to take
home - without bothering to ask if we wanted it!  We took our leave and
returned the 'quick' way, via the M42.  It was the first time Sarah had been
that way since her unfortunate episode with the flat tyre.

When we got home, Sarah said "I felt ever so randy walking back through the
woods with Mum.  It reminded me of Packington that afternoon."

 I knew exactly what she meant!  "Remember, I am on an embargo until
Tuesday!"

"I'm not!" she said, seductively stroking her pubic area.

The phone rang and spoilt the tight embrace and kiss I was giving her,
whilst grinding my crotch into hers.  It was my mother, why didn't we come
for lunch tomorrow, short notice, yes, but that was my family!  The weather
would be fine and she couldn't wait to have a talk to Sarah.  Hannah and
David would be there with the kids.  "Mother wants to know if we would like
to go to lunch tomorrow, it'll be home reared Hereford beef," I said to
Sarah.

"Why not, yes, let's do that," she responded, needing no persuasion.  She
got on very well with my family and enjoyed going to the farm - but only in
fine weather!  That fixed, we pottered about the house for a while before
settling for an early night, around ten o'clock, tired from the fresh air
and excitement.

We were soon washed and ready for bed, Sarah in a pensive mood as she
snuggled up beside me, both of us naked under the single sheet.  "Things
will be different with children running around the house," she said as she
gave my flaccid cock a tweak.  "No more nudity, no showers together, the
need to listen out for the kids when we are making love, not having noisy
orgasms . "

"Hey!  Wait a minute, what's this about kids?  The first one's not due for
eight months yet.  Then he's not going to be running around for another
year, we can get him settled, then shag to our heart's content."

"I wish .!

Sarah continued playing with my dick.  I willed it not to react, but react
it did but all we could do was to have a playful romp before falling asleep
in each other's arms, Percy sandwiched between us.

We awoke about 7am, both lying on our backs, spread-eagled on the bed,
Sarah's pert breasts pointing skywards, my cock lying along the hairy track
towards my navel slightly engorged by the need for a pee.  Sarah, still
teasing me about my enforced abstinence, leaned over and kissed my dick,
before tweaking it between her finger and thumb, then pulling the foreskin
back and kissing the knob.  That was it, I sprang up, turned her over, sat
astride her legs and began to playfully beat her about the bare buttocks.

"That's for all the little slaps you have given me," I joked.

"Then I must give you some more," she said, turning over and sitting up to
give me a big wet kiss on the lips, followed by another on my now rising
manhood.  "Enough, it's shower time!" she said, leaping out of bed and into
the bathroom.  I followed, shaved whilst Sarah began her shower, then joined
her, our wet bodies sliding together in an embrace before we got down to the
business of washing - remember, no hanky-panky!

We dried and dressed, had breakfast, cleared up and left for the farm, about
nine o'clock.  The Sunday traffic had yet to build up on the M42, M5 and M50
and I set the car to cruise at the speed limit of 70mph and relaxed.  Cruise
control was not a common feature on British cars at the time, probably
because there was so little opportunity to use it on our over-crowded roads.
On the M50, we crossed the rivers Severn and Wye before entering thick
woodlands for the last few miles before leaving the motorway.  My pointing
out the woods to Sarah resulted in another sharp slap on the thigh!

It was only a few miles off the end of the M50 to the farm, in England but
only a stone's throw from the Welsh border, where my parents lived in the
ancient farm house and Hannah and David in a modern bungalow a couple of
hundred yards away.  Their next nearest neighbours were half a mile away.  I
remember when, as a boy, we had no telephone, mains electricity or
television; there is still no mains water, gas supply and only patchy mobile
phone coverage.  Thanks only to a local community project broadband internet
finally became available in 2008!

The kettle was always on in my mother's kitchen; no sooner than she had
welcomed us the tea was brewing.  My father soon appeared from the farm
buildings.  My parents were less emotive that Sarah's but nevertheless happy
at our news.

"I was beginning to wonder if you boys were ever going to get round to it,"
my father said.  My mother gave him her 'look' but said nothing.  "How long
have you two been married?"

"Just over three years."

"You came along a year after we were married."

"No television then," I said.

"That's right, and we were all the better for it, people got out and about!
I reckon we got you in the hay rick down in the Long Meadow."  Mother gave
him another 'look', "That's enough, Milwyn,   "they don't want to know
that!"  Sarah was trying, without much success, to stifle a giggle.

"Dinner will be ready at 12.30, Hannah, David and young Alan will be down,
why don't you two men take a stroll round the farm?"  In the local
vernacular, 'Dinner' was always around midday, the next meal was 'Tea',
regardless of what was or was not consumed!

My father wanted to show me the new tractor, she's full of electronic
gizmos, he said.  That was not far short of the truth; apart from the near
unfathomable electronic engine, gearbox and traction control systems, it had
a radio and mobile phone in its air-conditioned cab, plus airbags and
seat-belt to protect the driver.  It even had an automatic system to raise
an alarm if the driver was incapacitated or injured or if it was stolen.

"Took me half an hour to even move her the first time," my father said,
doubtless exaggerating a bit.

"It's certainly a bit more advanced that that old wartime Fordson tractor
Granddad had.  Four gears and a single pedal for brake and clutch if I
remember rightly.  And you started the engine on petrol by swinging a
handle, and then switched to TVO when it warmed up."

"That's about it.  She's in the tractor museum at Bristol now, I sold her
about three years ago.  She hadn't been run for the best part of ten years.
We drained the tank and put clean some petrol in, David swung her a few
times and off she went!  I drove her on to the truck."  Tractors always
assumed the feminine gender in the Herefordshire dialect my father spoke.

We walked around the buildings looking at various machinery and animals,
until we came to the bull pen.  "This is the new Hereford bull we got in the
Spring, a three year-old. Bollocks like footballs!  A real go-er, bring the
cows to him and he don't mess about.  A couple of sniffs around their
backsides and he got it out, mounted 'em and done the business in a couple
of minutes.

"No time for any finesse, them?"

"None at all, that's for sure!  He covered three in an hour a couple of
months back, all in calf now."

"The last one we had wasn't up to much, took him anything up to half an hour
to get his act together.  He went to an AI centre in the end, now he gets
tossed-off twice a day and the semen goes for export."  He paused for a few
moments.  "I reckon you and Rob are OK, though, no problems in that
department."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"Well, I've never mentioned this before, but you know your Uncle John never
had any children?  The mechanics were okay and it wasn't for the want of
trying, but eventually he found out he had no little wrigglers."

"I am a bit short on cousins," I said trying to lighten things up a bit.

 "Me too; two of my uncles didn't have any children either and the doctors
reckon it is probably a hereditary problem with the men folk in our family.
John wanted me to see if I could do anything for Maggie but Dilys wouldn't
hear of it."

"So you were worried that Rob and I might have the same trouble?"

"Well, I was alright so I kind of hoped you two would be.

I didn't want to lie to him but the four of us had sworn to secrecy about
our arrangement, so I simply said "Looks like your worries were unfounded,
anyway."

"Young Alan should be OK, coming from the female line."

"Dad, is it right that there was an old Welsh custom of mothers teaching
their teenage sons about sex, first hand, so to speak?"

"Well, I think it was usually the mother's sisters down here.  That was
better, in case of any 'little accidents', I suppose.  Some of these old
country customs were very practical about such matters.  As it was, there
seemed to be a lot of 'late babies' about."

I was wondering if he had visited my aunt, but before I could think of a
tactful way of enquiring, he said "John and I always used to spend a couple
of weeks with Auntie Jane in Cwmyoy in the summer holidays.  She sent John
off somewhere for the day with Uncle David one year and taught me a thing or
two while they was gone!"

"So that got you all sorted out!"

"Yes, I reckon she did and a couple of years later, John asked me if I had
been in Auntie Jane's bed.  Her and your mother are the only two women I
have ever known.  Not many young lads can say that these days, let alone
fifty-something blokes, but I don't feel I've missed out on much."

I felt we were on a sticky wicket here, in case he should ask me point
blank, but just then David came round the end of the barn with Alan.  Last
time I had seen him he was struggling to walk unaided, now he came running
towards me and I caught him in my arms and hoisted him aloft.

"Getting some practice in, Nick?"

"Something like that," I replied.  "When's his brother due?"

"October 19th, according to the doctor; Hannah says he'll be early.  Yours
and Rob's are both due about the same time, she says."

"About the last week of February, and it's a leap year!  None of us wants to
know the sex of the babies until they pop out though."

"We found ours out by accident, the dangly bits showed up on the scan, but
we're not bothered, though we'll probably have another try for a girl."

At that point, Hannah appeared to tell us that lunch was ready and we all
went off towards the farmhouse.  Sarah's mother was into cakes and pies,
mine excelled at roast dinners!  The home reared beef had been slaughtered
and hung by the local butcher and was cooked to perfection, just a hint of
pink.  Together with a huge range of vegetables, mostly home-grown, and
homemade horseradish sauce it made a delicious meal.  It was followed by a
choice of apple or plum tart with custard, and I am embarrassed to admit
that we all over-ate!

Sarah and Hannah volunteered to help Mother clear up, while the men-folk
went for a walk around the farm.  Although I had not followed the family
tradition, I had never lost my interest in the countryside and its staple
industry.  It was a large farm by local standards and quite hilly; we were
gone for over two hours, David and I taking turns to carry Alan on our
shoulders after the first twenty minutes or so, though every now and then he
would want to run off to investigate something interesting he had spotted -
on one occasion it was a rather wet cow pat.  David just caught him in time!

Predictably, Mother had the kettle on when we returned, and tea was produced
only moments later, together with a huge fruit cake she had made - my
favourite - as if we were not already well fed and watered!  The walk had
done us good, though, and it was good to catch up with some of the local
news, gossip and scandal from my home turf as we ambled round the farm.
Sarah had doubtless been treated to the woman's view of the local scene!

We took our leave about five o'clock.  At that time on a summer Sunday it
would take about two hours to get home.  We had an uneventful trip and were
home just before seven after exchanging the country gossip en route.  Sarah
unpacked all the fruit and vegetables Mother had loaded onto to her, plus
yet another of my favourite farm fruit cakes.

"We must have enough here for a month," Sarah said as she stowed it away.
"Your mother even sent a couple of pieces of the fillet and some sirloin
from that bullock they had slaughtered."

"She thinks we are eating for three!"  That done, Sarah made us some
coffees.  We had been well fed at the farm and neither wanted or needed
anything to eat.

I got my bits and pieces and my clothes organised for next morning, before
skimming through the paperwork for a meeting we had in the afternoon with an
important customer.  Hopefully he was going to place a big order in the next
week or two.  I was going to have to select one of my people as a full time
project manager for the job; something else to think about!

We got off to bed after the ten o'clock news, always shorter on Sundays,
quickly completed our ablutions and got into bed, naked as usual.  I
snuggled up to Sarah's warm back and put my arms round her.  "Not tonight,
you are still in purdah and I am worn out after hectic weekend," she
murmured sleepily.

Nevertheless, I worked my kit into the triangular space below her bum where
it nestled comfortably as we drifted off to sleep, only to be wakened at
6.30am by the alarm clock.