Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2010 14:32:02 -0000
From: Jim Price <jnprice@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 25

KEEPING IT IN THE Family - Chapter 25

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.

* * * * *

We went up to bed after the ten o'clock news, quickly completed our
ablutions and soon got into bed.  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.

My morning woodie was tenting the single sheet that covered our naked
bodies.  "No time for that," Sarah said, "You've got to get to work!"

"More luck tomorrow, perhaps?  Anyway, I am bursting for a pee," I said
kissing her lightly and rolling out of bed.  Sarah came into the bathroom,
now wearing her dressing gown, while I was still in full flow, almost
causing me to lose my aim as she playfully slapped my bare bum.

We completed our ablutions, I dressed, we had breakfast in the kitchen and I
set off about 7.15am to walk to the office for what was to be a productive
but otherwise uneventful day.  Sarah planned to spend most of her day
reviewing the accounts for her freelance marketing work and to complete her
annual tax return, both of which she accomplished.

I was home by about 5.30pm; unusually, there had been no vehicles in the lay
by down the woods as I walked home.  We had dinner shortly after, cleared
up, I gave Sarah's accounts the once over and promised to post her tax form
next day.  After pottering about for a while, we watched a couple of TV
programmes.  We got off to bed after the ten o'clock news, quickly completed
our ablutions and got into bed, naked as usual.  I snuggled up behind Sarah
and put my arms round her.  "Not tonight, Nick, but I have put the alarm
clock on for a bit earlier to give us plenty of time in the morning."

"How long do I need for a quick wank?"

"I've no idea, but after three days we don't want to rush things, do we?
Anyway, you have to teach me what to do.  Where is the bottle?"

"Right here, beside the bed.  It would need to be a better man than me to
fill it though!"

"We'll see about that in the morning!"

Percy was definitely missing his conjugal benefits, but we kissed and
cuddled for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.

I was awakened, not by the alarm clock, but by a tugging at my cock.  I
didn't move, the tugging turned to a slow stroking action, a hand grasped
around my member moving from the base to the tip of my now slightly engorged
cock.  I lay there for several minutes, still feigning sleep, as the
stroking continued and my dick grew towards its full seven inches, its glans
now fully exposed.   I moved my hand towards Sarah's pubes, slid a finger
between her slightly splayed legs and then between her moist lips.

Only then did she realise that I had been awake for a while, enjoying her
gentle ministrations.  Our lips came together in a passionate kiss.  As we
broke apart, I said, "Carry on, you were doing absolutely fine."  Her hand
returned to my cock, I made sure the bottle was open and within reach before
my fingers returned to her tunnel of love.  As my cock hardened, I started
thrusting with my hips while Sarah tightened her grip.  We moved in total
unison for some minutes before I felt my climax becoming inevitable, I
reached for the bottle, Sarah's cue to ease her grip a little.  I placed the
latex covered mouth of the bottle on the end of my prick and held it there
as Sarah continued to massage it.  Then, I shot six or seven spurts of semen
right into the bottle, being careful to collect as much as I could.

With barely a pause, I capped the bottle, rolled over between Sarah's legs
and thrust my still hard prick into her dripping cunt.  After only three or
four tentative strokes, she climaxed with a scream that could have been
heard at the end of the street and we collapsed in a sweaty heap, just as
the alarm clock sounded.  As we lay in each other's arms my prick softened
and fell from her body as we drifted into post-coital relaxation.

After a while Sarah said, "So that was wanking?"

"You did a grand job - and got a bonus!"

"I was so randy, it must have been the thought of those millions of little
wrigglers in the bottle.  Let me see it."

I passed the bottle to her, "So that is spunk, that's what you squirted up
me to make the baby.  I've never actually seen that before!"

"That's because you haven't got eyes between your legs."

I wasn't fast enough to avoid the slap.  Then she grabbed my balls, "And
these are where it all comes from."  Somehow we found ourselves in the
classic sixty-nine position.  As Sarah began sucking hard on my dick, I
buried my tongue into her cunt.  I must have hit the right spot because in
seconds she climaxed again, though I managed only a meagre dribble.  We
nearly always cleaned up this way after our copulation but had never before
brought each other to orgasm this way.

We relaxed in each other's arms and must have drifted off to sleep.  I awoke
with a start; it was 7.15am, I should be leaving for the office!  I had a
hasty shave and shower, an even quicker breakfast and hoped I had not
forgotten anything as I left for the office, via the doctors' surgery.  Just
as I offered the receptionist my 'sample for Doctor Appleby', a voice behind
me said "Roger Appleby, you must be Nick," and extended his hand.  "Come on
through, my first appointment isn't for another ten minutes."

I followed him to the consulting room and gave him the sample.  He held the
bottle up to the light and said "Well, there's plenty there, for sure.  Was
this a single ejaculation, this morning?"

"Yes," I replied sheepishly, "about an hour and half ago."

"Now, Doctor Harris, Claire, my wife, told me that your wife is pregnant,
about a month gone, your first child, I think?"

"Yes, that's right, due in February."  I hesitated a bit over the 'first
child' bit, but let that go.

"Claire probably didn't explain too much about it but I am doing a study on
male fertility for one of the drugs companies and with your permission, I
would like you to be one of my guinea pigs.  You would be generously
compensated for any inconvenience, of course.  I would want to do a thorough
examination of your kit, including the prostate, and a couple of ultrasound
scans of the testicles, that sort of thing.  I might want some more samples
later on.  How do you feel about that?"

"Sounds, OK, where would all this take place?"

"The company usually arranges long weekend trips away somewhere nice for the
participants in these sorts of studies; wives are generally included but in
this case we would need to ensure any samples we need were not compromised."
He gave me a wry grin, "The last one I did was Tenerife.  Would long
weekends be a problem at work?"

"Not usually; with some notice, of course.  When might this be?"

He looked at the diary on his computer, "About four to six weeks I should
think, there are already two men lined up and I am seeing another two
tomorrow, five is a good number.  I will need to give you the once over this
week, how about Saturday morning, say 10.30am?  No sex Friday night,
though."

"Or Saturday morning, I assume."

"I'm afraid not!  Can I still count you in?"

"Why not, sounds good to me!"

"OK, I'll look at the sample later on and give you a call this evening".  He
read my numbers from his computer and I confirmed they were correct and that
was it.  I called Sarah briefly on my way to the office and quickly updated
her.

I remembered to put Sarah's tax form in the post at the beginning of another
productive but otherwise uneventful day; the summer holidays were looming,
we always slowed down in August when the kids were on holiday.  Gosh, I
thought, in a couple of years I will have a kid at school and be tied to
school holidays!

I was home by about 5.30pm; I was puzzled that there were still no vehicles
in the lay-by as I drove past.  We had dinner shortly after six, cleared up,
and I popped next door briefly to see George.  In passing, I asked him about
the lay-by.  "The police were there again on Saturday; , I hear they
arrested about half a dozen blokes with their trousers down and cocks up."

"So the drivers are giving it a wide berth?"

"That's about it, I'd say.  Better to keep clear ourselves for a while!"

Back home with Sarah, I gave her the details of my visit to Doctor Appleby;
she was quite fascinated by the idea, though I wasn't sure what it might
involve, "So I might get to wank you off again?"

"You might, or I could do it myself."

"Not likely, I couldn't possibly allow that!" she said and just as we
settled down to watch a couple of TV programmes Doctor Appleby called.
"Roger here, Nick, well you passed with flying colours, you have an
especially high sperm count.  Are you happy to join my study group?"

"Apart from the visit on Saturday morning and the long weekend away, what
does it involve?"

"I need to give you a pretty close examination on Saturday morning; a lot of
men find that a bit arousing, there's nothing I haven't seen before.  Try to
open your bowels before you come.  During the weekend away you'd have to
produce a few more samples, that's about it.  I take it you can do that
pretty much to order if the need arises."

I was tempted to make a joke about 'arising' but thought better of it.
"Well I have been known to have the odd wank when I am away from home."

"Good, I like your vernacular!  I assume Sarah will be coming with you
anyway.  She can come Saturday morning as well if she wants."

"I haven't told her about the weekend yet, but I am sure she will come.  I
doubt if you'll see her on Saturday though."

"Great, thanks, I'll see you Saturday, then be in touch again in the
following week or so."

Before I could tell her, Sarah said "Was that the Doctor?"

"Yes and he asked me to join his study.  How do you fancy a long weekend
away somewhere nice, expenses paid?"

"Sounds good, what do you have to do?"

"Have an intimate examination by Roger on Saturday morning, then produce a
few samples during the weekend away; there'd probably be nothing in it for
you."  My unintentional pun resulted in another slap.

"I could help with the samples!"

"We can't have sex for twenty-four hours before the examination.  You can
come with me if you want."

"I might just do that, to keep an eye on what you men get up to!"

"Then he's going to call in about a week and will want your consent to me
joining the trials, just in case Willy falls off or anything, I suppose!"

"It had better not."

We watched the rest of our TV programmes, followed by the news at ten
o'clock, then got off to bed.  We quickly completed our ablutions and got
into bed, naked as usual.  I snuggled up behind Sarah and put my arms round
her, my wedding tackle nestling between her legs.  After a few moments she
rolled on to her back, her pert bosoms pointing skywards.  I sat up, kneeled
astride her legs, kissed each of her tits, her belly and finally her crotch
before lowering my body onto hers, then 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.  As we parted, she said "It's
been four whole days; I am going to make this better than a wank."

Sarah was ready, I was ready, we gripped each other tightly with her arms
around my waist, mine around hers, pulling me into her body, sliding my
member slowly and gently into her tunnel of love.  I spite of her urgency,
we took our time in a gentle act of love, our hands caressing each other's
naked bodies, me not thrusting violently as in an act of rape but slowly and
lovingly.  Then I heard the little groan and with my next thrust our pubes
pressed together, my cock forced  to the hilt into her cunt, engaging with
her cervix and, just as she climaxed herself, releasing my hot semen in
spurt after spurt deep inside Sarah's body.

Neither of us moved for several tens of seconds, as my member shrank, Sarah
pulled me even closer. We kissed long and passionately in tribute to each
other, our sweaty bodies sliding easily over each as my cock finally fell
from her slit.  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, we lay beside each other, 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.

The rest of the week flew by.  Saturday was soon upon us, thankfully Sarah
decided I was big enough to go to the Doctor's on my own.  Roger met me in
Reception and introduced me to Eric, another candidate for the trial, and
took both of us to his consulting room.  I was worried that we were going to
witness each other's examination, and later learned that Eric was too.

Roger got straight down to business, giving us some forms to fill regarding
our general health, sexual history, etc.  Eric finished his first; Roger
quickly scanned the answers, looked at Eric, "OK, let's go next door and
have a look at your tackle, then.  We'll be about fifteen minutes, Nick,
there's some magazines over there when you've finished the forms."

Roger came back alone, "OK, Nick, we'll do yours here.  Trousers and
underwear off, pull your shirt up to your waist, please;  then lie on your
back on the couch."  Though I was no prude, I felt strangely exposed as
Roger turned the overhead lights on.  "You trim the bushes neatly , I see."

"Just a touch, Sarah likes 'em kept tidy."  There was no response as he
closely examined my prick, pulling the foreskin back to fully expose the
glans.

"Tidy enough there.  Just hold the old man out of the way while I feel your
balls."  The old man was perking up a bit, all the more so as Roger rolled
first one and then the other between his fingers, before tugging them gently
and feeling behind the sac.  "Nice bagful there, as well.  In fact I would
like to photograph your kit at some point to illustrate my paper.  Not while
the old man is raising his head though!  OK, roll over, get up on your
knees, legs apart, stick your bum in the air."  He closely examined my balls
from behind, then my perineum, before saying, "This might be a bit
uncomfortable," simultaneously sticking two gloved and lubricated fingers up
my ass.

"I am going to massage your prostate, you might dribble a bit."  Roger must
have noticed that I dribbled quite a lot, "Clean up with this, just a few
more seconds," as he handed me a tissue with his spare hand.  He pulled his
fingers out, wiped my ass, handed me some more tissue and said, "OK, that's
it, clean-up then get dressed."  He was washing his hands, you've got an
absolutely text-book set of kit, your old man is a bit on the frisky side,
otherwise perfect!  Have you got any brothers?"

"Yes, one, fourteen months younger than me.  Some people have problems
telling us apart."

"Is he married, children?  Married, with one on the way."

"Great dicks think alike as well, then?"

"Seems like it."  I did not want to prolong this conversation.

Thankfully, Roger changed the subject too.  "Eric won't be joining us.  I
will call you towards the end of next week to discuss the arrangements.  Any
questions?"

"No, I don't think so.  You certainly seem to be an enthusiast for your
work."

"I enjoy the opportunity to use the vernacular; you won't hear me refer to
semen or testicles, like I do in the consulting room, it'll be spunk and
balls while we are away!"

"Glad to hear it, in case I slip a four letter word out."  He shook my hand
warmly as we reached the e door.

"It's amazing what slang terms I learn from my patients sometimes.  I was
quite confused once when a bloke was referring the 'the old fellah' while I
was listening to his heart murmur.  It turned out his Dad had died of a
heart attack.  There must be a hundred other synonyms for a 'dick'!"

"OK, then, thanks for the low-down," I said, "I'll expect your call."

As soon as I opened our front door, Sarah said "Tell me all about it then,
did you have to wank?"

"No nothing vulgar like that, just a close quarters inspection below the
belt and a couple of fingers up my bum.  I did dribble a bit when he
massaged my prostate rather vigorously.  The other guy didn't pass muster."

"Why ever not?"

"I have no idea, perhaps he was a ball short of a scrotum or something," I
joked.  "Anyway, we are supposed to be going to Sainsburys, I'll just have a
coffee first."

The rest of the weekend flew by.   Sarah had to go to London on Monday for a
presentation meeting, at which she was hoping to get another publicity
assignment for a Government Department.  As I dropped her off at the station
for the 8.10am train she said she would call me about picking her up and
reminded me that I was to pick-up Rob at the airport off the 6.30pm flight
from Newcastle.  It was a fairly routine day in the office, in spite of
several people being on holiday.  They seemed to have left no ticking
time-bombs!

Sarah called about 3.30pm to say she would not be back until 6.30pm at
Birmingham International.  That was actually quite convenient as I could
pick her and Rob up with one trip, though it would make dinner a bit
difficult, so I suggested that we went straight to the Malt Shovel at
Stonebridge for dinner on the way home.  I called Rob to tell him and to
check his flight was on time, having decided to stay in the office until
about 6.15pm.

Both train and plane were on time, Rob had only hand baggage so we were
sitting down to dinner before 7.00pm.  The Malt Shovel was nothing special,
but a reliable place for a grill-style meal with a minimum of fuss and
frills.  Sarah looked a bit tired but she put that down to her first 'work'
day for a while.  Rob said Alison was fine; she had a home-based assignment
and was well into that.  Like us, they had discussed the baby's gender and
also like us, decided that they didn't want to know until it popped out,
though also like us it was usually referred to as 'he'.

Fed and watered, we were home by about 8.30pm.  Sarah made us some hot
drinks, chatted for a while and retired soon after 9.30pm, leaving Rob and I
to put the world to rights over liqueurs.  I didn't mention my visit to
Roger.  Whilst I had few, if any, secrets from my brother but I was a bit
concerned about his reaction and hadn't yet worked out how I was going to
tell him.

When I went up about 10.30pm, Sarah was in bed, naked and sleeping soundly,
covered only by a sheet; she did not wake as I crept, also naked into bed
beside her.  The weather was cooler now and sometime during the night we
must have snuggled together for warmth, for we awoke in each other's arms,
my woodie between her legs, when the alarm clock sounded at 6.30am.