Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 12:37:31 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 33

WARNING:  The following true story - only the names of the participants and
some places 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.  That is the reason
for the delay in this latest instalment of the story, Rob and I have been
doing a great deal of overseas travel in the course of our jobs; this has
made it difficult to get the story verified!  More very soon!!

* * * *

During the short wait for our luggage at the airport, Roger reminded us all
about returning our expense forms to him as soon as possible.  The sooner we
got them back, the sooner they would be paid; he hinted that perhaps there
would be more than we expected.  We had been so well looked after that there
wasn't a lot to claim anyway!  He said he would be in touch with everyone
soon and with our agreement he distributed a list of our contact details and
those of the clinic staff.  Clare reminded Pat to make her appointment.
After my conversation with Sid, I doubted that it would be strictly
necessary!  Roger reminded Derek and me to contact Thierry directly about
sperm donation if we wanted to go ahead, but to keep him in touch,
unofficially of course.  With that, we all said our goodbyes, or at least
'au revoir, a bientot' and set off on the last few miles of our journeys
home.

As soon as Sarah and I were indoors, she said "Nick, that was a wonderful
weekend, we must do it again - soon!  And as for that naked shag in the sand
dunes, that was awesome.  You've never had me from behind before."

"What are you waiting for?"

"No, no, not now.  I've got to phone Mum, get the washing machine on and
you've got to go to work in the morning."

"OK, I'll just make us some cocoa and then call Mother and call Rob.  I'll
use my mobile."  We both duly 'reported in', saying we were home safe and
sound but tired and that we would call with more details tomorrow.

"Go on up to the bathroom; I'll only be a few minutes down here," Sarah
said.

I unpacked, got undressed and was only just into the shower when Sarah came
up.  A minute later she joined me under the shower.  We caressed and cuddled
as we washed each other down, the hot water stinging my bum where I had
definitely got too much sun earlier in the day!  We dried off and got into
bed, naked as usual, Sarah taking the opportunity to slap my sore bottom as
we did so.  We kissed and cuddled for a while before drifting off to sleep.

I was alone in bed when the alarm clock went off next morning and was up in
a flash wondering where Sarah was.  My woodie went ahead of me as I went
downstairs, only to find Sarah in her dressing gown with breakfast ready.  I
put my arms around her as we kissed, "You were up early."

"I forgot I was still on French time, but at least I have dealt with the
washing!  Now, you put that thing away, go and get dressed and then we'll
have breakfast together."  She gave my dick a playful tweak and, as I turned
away, my bottom a sharp slap.  The soreness seemed to have eased; that had
to be good news, I was going to be sitting on it for most of the day!

Ten minutes later, I was washed, shaved, dressed and having breakfast when
George appeared at the door.  There had been another police raid in the
woods, lots of men arrested, drugs and porn seized and the whole place was
sealed off.  I am not sure why he felt it was earth shattering news but I
had intended walking to work that morning.  Finally, he asked about our
weekend.  Sarah suggested that he and Gladys come round after dinner and we
would catch up with all the happenings then!

The office had managed without me for two days and work went pretty
smoothly, even better, I was home on time.  Sarah had been shopping and
dinner was just about ready as soon as I had changed out of my office
attire.  George and Gladys came round later eager to hear how we got on.  So
far as they were concerned it was a weekend away with friends so we were
spared having to go into details of the medical aspects of the trip!  Tim
had called them over the weekend with an update from Sweden.  "He's found
himself a Danish bird, screwing her like as not."
"George!  You don't know that."

"I could tell by the way he talked about her, it's what youngsters do these
days, she'll be coming back with him, I'll warrant."

"Good luck to him," I said, "pretty good progress for a late starter.  I
take it he is all OK in that department now."

"I reckon so, he dropped a few hints about breaking his duck," George said
before he got back on the subject of the woods, or more specifically, the
men in them.  Of course, stories like that grow with the telling but it
seems that the Dutch truck was taken away by the police after Hans was
arrested.  Several local men had been arrested too during the Friday evening
raid.

When they had gone, Sarah had a long conversation with her mother, I spoke
to Dad and then to Rob.  Dad wanted to know all about France, especially the
food.  Rob was more quite interested in the medical aspects of our trip.  I
only left out the sperm donor proposition but did mention that we might be
going again, which prompted him to suggest that he and Alison might come
too.  Sarah and I eventually got to bed and made long, slow love.  Indeed,
that was to become the norm over the next weeks, weeks during which we made
love every two or three nights.  My new post was announced and Sarah got two
more assignments she didn't really want, but took them on just the same!
One meant her being away for a week at the beginning of October.

Coincidentally, Rob came down for a couple of days that week and as usual
stayed with us, or at least with me.  The first evening I picked him up from
the office, we had a pub meal.  When we got home, we called our wives and
then chewed the fat about all sorts of subjects over a few drinks until
bedtime.  "Time for bed, I think, your usual room, Sarah left towels and
everything ready," I said eventually.

"I thought we might sleep together with Sarah away," Rob said tentatively,
"nothing heavy, just brotherly love."

"Indeed, why not?  Let's do that, you place or mine?"  Both rooms had double
beds in them.

"I wouldn't want to disturb anybody's marital bed," he said, "I never have
and I hope I never will!"

Rob went upstairs.  I locked up, put the lights out and followed him,
getting undressed in our room before going naked to the guest room where Rob
was equally naked, ready for bed.  He looked in the full length mirror and
said "If I didn't know that was you, I would think it was me."  We stood
side by side silently looking into the mirror; we really might have been
twins, but of course there was one big, invisible difference.  "What are you
thinking?"

"I was thinking of the hand of fate that gave me the chance of fatherhood,
denied to you."
He put his arms around me, his head on my shoulder, "Alison and I can never
repay you for what you have done for us."  I felt a tear drop onto my back
and run down.

"Rob, forget it, it was what you and Alison wanted, Sarah agreed and it was
my pleasure to help.  The baby is yours, my gift of life, get into bed.
I've got something to talk to you about."

As soon as we settled, side by side with our arms over each other's chests I
told him all about the reason for our trip to France, the clinic, the
doctors and the possible sperm donation.  "If Sarah agrees, go for it," he
said, "you've helped me, help others even if it is at arm's length, so to
speak.  I wouldn't want to think of you screwing French birds all over the
place and I don't suppose Sarah would either!"

"No, I don't suppose she would," I said, "and you can stop that!"  He didn't
stop tweaking my flaccid cock.  I reached for his and was surprised to find
that it was half-erect, "Now what have I done?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about Alison, what she might be doing."

"Call her," I said, thinking of my call to Sarah from Winchester.  He
reached for his mobile and the call was answered almost instantly.

"Are you in bed, darling, naked?"

"Me, too, playing with Dickie."

"You could pretend I was with you, with Dickie in your pussy."

"I know your fingers are not the same, not so long for one thing!"

Even hearing one side of the conversation, I was getting a hard on.  I
slipped quietly out of bed and passed Rob a box of tissues, stroking my
hardening dick with the other hand.  Rob threw back the covers.  He put his
hand around his fully engorged prick and slowly wanked it, seemingly taking
his timing from Alison.  I soon felt my own balls contracting and grabbed
some tissues just in time to catch the spunk as it spurted from my
glistening knob.  Seconds later, Rob erupted.  The spunk shot from his
prick, landing on his throat, his chest and his belly as the force
diminished.  He gasped, "That was good, not as good as being with you
darling, but better than nothing."

"No, no, it was much better than just a wank, much better!  We must do that
again!"

"What do you mean?  Nick put me up to it?"  He looked at me, standing naked
by the bed, my cock half deflated.

"Sarah told you what?  The things you women talk about behind our backs, I
shall have to speak sternly to Nick about you two!"

"OK dear, love you too, call you tomorrow good night."  Rob hung up, then
wiped the spunk from his body and squeezed the last drops from his prick
before rolling out of bed.  He threw his arms around me again.  We stood
with each other's heads resting on our shoulders, with our softening cocks
sandwiched between our bellies.  I could feel the remaining stickiness on my
brother's body and our last dribbles from our cocks running down my leg.

I broke the spell, "Time for a shower!"  We spent a long time in the
en-suite shower room carefully washing each other down, just like Sarah and
I did, before we dried off and got back into bed, still naked, said good
night and slept soundly in each other's arms.

We awoke next morning, briefly played with each other's morning glory before
shaving, dressing and having breakfast.  I dropped Rob off at his office and
carried on to my own where our well-oiled machine ran smoothly all day and I
was able to get on with some of my plans for my interim appointment which
had been officially announced on the previous Friday, together with the plan
for splitting the company into its regional divisions.

Rob called me towards the end of the afternoon and said he needed some air
and would walk to my office and we could again have a meal at the Malt
Shovel at Stonebridge on the way home.  Both of us had some work to do at
home, but soon completed it over a few drinks before we called our wives and
then watched TV for a while until bedtime.

"Sleeping together tonight?"  I said tentatively.

"Indeed.  Why not?"  After I had locked up, put the lights out we went
upstairs, getting undressed in the guest room before going naked to our
bathrooms to complete our ablutions.  Rob was already in bed when I
returned.  As soon as we settled, side by side with our arms over each
other's chests, I said "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that you might call Sarah," he said, giving my cock a tweak.
I reached for my phone and called her number.

"What's the matter?" she asked, surprised to get a second call.

"Nothing, I was just lying here in bed thinking about you and my call from
Winchester.  Are you in bed, darling, naked, like me?"

"I am, ready and waiting, pretending it's your fingers on my tits and in my
pussy but it's not really the same as you being here."

Rob was silently playing with both our dicks, both were getting hard.  I
pushed his hand aside and held his cock while he held mine, both stroking
the other to full erection.  Rob threw back the covers, his hand around my
throbbing prick, slowly wanking it.  I was doing the same to him while
whispering encouragement to Sarah.  I soon felt my own balls contracting but
she wasn't ready yet so I motioned Rob to slow down.

"Where's Rob?" she suddenly asked.

"In bed," I replied, being a little economical with the truth, "I'm about
ready to blow."  Rob nodded, I grasped his prick more tightly and I felt his
balls tightening.  Then simultaneously there was the usual ecstatic groan
from Sarah, the spunk erupted from my prick all over Rob just as he reached
his own noisy climax.

"What's all the noise, is Rob there too?"

"Yes."

"In our bed?"

"No, we are in the guest room, I didn't want to sleep alone, one thing led
to another, we were having a wank and I thought about calling you to make it
a three-way!"

"Good thinking, Batman!  Actually, I told Alison about your sexy phone call
from Winchester, she got really excited by it."

The spunk was running down our bodies, Rob grabbed some tissues and started
cleaning up.  "I know, Rob called her last night and they repeated our
performance."

"With you there as well, I suppose?"

"Well . , yes."

"Good grief!  You called me with Rob there, today, so it will be my turn to
call Alison tomorrow, then?"

"Yes, why not?  It is certainly better than a wank, much better!  But not as
good as being with you darling."

Rob looked at me, he was standing naked by the bed, his cock half deflated,
"We could try a four-way," he said.

"I heard that," Sarah said, "why not?  Call me about this time tomorrow and
we can surprise Alison with a phone call!  Love you, darling."

"OK dear, I'll do that, love you too.  I'll call you tomorrow, good night."
I hung up, Rob, threw his arms around me again, slapping my still sunburnt
ass as he did so.  Our softening cocks were again sandwiched between our
bellies, our heads on each other's shoulders.  I could feel the dried spunk
on our bodies and the last dribbles from our cocks running down my leg.
"It's time for a shower!"  I said, breaking the embrace.

 "How lucky we both are to have brothers like us," Rob said on the way to
our en-suite shower, "No secrets, no subject taboo and nothing we won't do
for each other!"

"And with wives who get on like a house on fire, certainly no secrets
between them either!"
"That's true," Rob replied, giving my bum a sharp slap, "I hear that you
like Sarah doing that!"

"Is there no snippet they don't share?"

"Not even their studs, not that either of us is snipped," Rob quipped as we
stepped into the shower.

Again, we carefully washed each other down, lingering among the dangly bits,
just like Sarah and I did.  I led Rob, both of us still naked, into the bed
I usually shared with Sarah, we said good night and slept soundly until the
alarm clock woke us next morning.  We both headed for our bathrooms, our
pricks pointing the way.  It wasn't long before we had shaved, dressed and
were having breakfast when George rang the doorbell and I let him in.  He
greeted Rob who he had met several times before and then announced that Tim
was coming home on Saturday, bringing his new found girl friend Heidi with
him.  Gladys was organising a welcome home party and would Sarah and I like
to come?  We certainly would!

I again dropped Rob at his office and carried on to my own where I spent the
day finalising my plans for my interim post as MD in Newcastle, plans which
I was to run past Tom on Friday.  That, together with some routine tasks
took most of my day and I called Rob about 4.30pm to say I would pick him up
around 5.15 but he said he would walk home to get some exercise and fresh
air and would be back around 6pm.  I got home about 5.30 and started to
prepare dinner; we had to eat at least some of the mountain of food Sarah
had left for us!  I chose the Cottage Pie with green vegetables, to be
followed by Apple Pie, all of which I set to defrost in the microwave and
started to prepare Custard to go with the pie at which point Rob arrived,
looking a little flustered.

He had walked through the woods only to find a police operation in progress
apparently because of reported 'anti-social behaviour' taking place there.
A uniformed police officer called Derek Fielding had stopped him and wrongly
identified him as me!  I burst out laughing and explained the confusion to
Rob.  Even if Derek knew I had a brother, he had no idea that my brother
looked like my twin; anyway Derek had pledged to check on Rob's story and we
could expect him to call at the house a little later.

Just as we finished dinner, the doorbell rang and I found Derek on the step,
"Good evening, sir.  Are you Nicholas or Robert?" he asked very formally.

"Hello Derek, I'm Nick, Rob's in the kitchen, he's told me about you, come
on in."