Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2012 15:19:41 -0000 From: James Price <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 35 FIRST AN UPDATE: It is a very long time, much too long, since I added that previous chapter to this story. My only excuse is that at different times, my brother and I have had overseas postings with our work, making it difficult for us to liaise over some of the detail and with some of the key players. A great deal of water has flowed under many bridges in the last eighteen months or so but now that we are both back in the United Kingdom, England even, I shall do my very best to bring the story up to date in the very (or at least reasonably) near future! 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. * * * * Seconds later, fully dressed, Derek shouted, "See you later, fellas!" With that, he was gone. No more than three minutes after the first call, I stood by the front door as Derek and sped off in his car, sirens blaring and blue lights flashing; hopefully he was properly dressed and had all his personal equipment correctly stowed! I wondered what he meant by 'later' and what plans he might have had. Back in the bedroom I found Rob still naked, relaxed in the Da Vinci position across the bed, his now deflated cock resting on his belly. "How about finishing my 69?" he said. I quickly got rid of my shirt and trousers, knelt astride his head, lowered my body towards his and sucked his prick into my mouth, pushing his foreskin back as I did so, until my lips were buried in his pubic hair. I felt it growing in my mouth as he sucked my cock into his mouth, his lips soon pressing into my pubes. We sucked each other to full erection, each taking the other's seven inches into his throat. After few moments, I squeezed Rob's dick sensuously out of my mouth and said "I never thought we could do that!" Rob slowly ejected my prick and said "Me neither, it's been an interesting evening! Derek is an interesting character and certainly has a point about our identification problem. At least he didn't suggest dick prints." I rolled on to my back alongside Rob, our erect tools both pointing skywards. "Little and Large both might have had real problems with that but I reckon we had an inch or more on Derek and a bit on girth as well. His wife is expecting a baby about the same time as ours, by the way," I said. "You mean yours," Rob replied in jest. "Why don't we examine each other carefully from head to toe, catalogue the differences? We might succeed where Derek failed!" Our tired dicks were both more or less deflated by now as we stood naked in front of the full length. We looked at our hair, eyes, ears, nose mouth - the only significant difference was that Rob's hair was a touch more curly than mine. Shoulders, arms, nipples - not much different, except I had a small scar on my forearm from when I fell off my first bike, aged seven and a slightly more hairy chest than Rob who may have been a touch more muscular. Backs, bellies, bums - with the aid of the mirror, we decided there was no difference. My neatly trimmed pubic hair up past my inset navel was a bit more extensive than Rob's. Rob's was uncut and longer but pretty well stopped at his navel, which was like mine, inset. With the 'hands-on' examinations, our cocks were again beginning to rise to the occasion, not hard but certainly no longer resting on our balls. Not out of immediate need, but we compared each other's, feeling them stiffening as we did so. We pulled our foreskins back to reveal identical knobs, both squeaky clean from their recent sucking. Our balls were hanging low, my left one a little below the right, Robs right below the left - was this the only difference between us? Was it always this way? Neither of us had noticed before! We compared our bums, bent over, looking through our legs into the mirror, "I guess one asshole is much like another!" Rob said. "Well these two are," I replied, but you've got those scars on your right cheek and thigh from that Rugby tackle accident in Hereford. Do you remember Evans taking one quick glance and collapsing in a dead faint?" "Yes. There was very little blood, just a big gaping wound but I had fifteen stitches. Whose idea was it to capture the Hereford lad, Haynes wasn't it, and drag him into our showers for a doing-over after the match?" "I don't know, but when he started to get a hard on, it was Edwards who decided to toss him off. He didn't forget that for a while, probably didn't wank for a month! Half the team shot their loads over him too, including me. The ultimate degradation was when somebody crapped on him." "A couple of days later the girls on the school bus persuaded me to show them the lump in my trousers, it was only the dressing, but Percy did start to get a bit interested!" "The only battle wound I've got this scar on my left calf," I said. "That was from game against Lucton, only three stitches!" We even tried each other's shoes on; they fitted! Finally we measured each other's height, I was an inch taller but it depended how we stood. Checking our weights on the bathroom scales, Rob might have been a pound heavier but he said he needed a dump so that was neither here nor there! "So the only differences between us are a few scars and the way our balls hang, perhaps the hair if we were being picky! So, it has to be fingerprints and DNA!" Rob said. After a few seconds in naked, brotherly embrace, we got dressed. Rob went for his crap while I went to the kitchen, opened a bottle of red and filled two wine glasses. When he came down a few minutes later, Rob said, "The girls can tell the difference between us; I wonder how they know?" "We'll have to ask them later. It must be a problem that real twins have all the time. We have a pair of identical twin sisters working in our Bristol office; they get round it by colouring their hair. It was the only way their boss could tell one from the other until Sylvia got her engagement ring." "You can be the blonde!" Rob chortled. "No, thanks, I am sure that guy you know in our Newcastle office fancies me already!" "Roger, you mean? He's harmless really! Anyway, you're going to be his boss." We chewed the fat on all sorts of topics for an hour or so and the wine bottle was empty when Alison called Rob on his mobile. While he was still talking to her, Sarah called me, sounding very tired. She had had a tough day at work and was looking forward to a hot bath and getting to bed. We didn't talk for very long, arranging that Sarah would call me from the train next afternoon and I would meet her at Birmingham International. "You two boys make sure you don't get up to any mischief until then!" she said as she hung up. Just as Alison and Rob finished their conversation, the doorbell rang; Derek's car was on the drive. When I opened the door, he looked absolutely shattered. "Which one are you?" he asked. "I'm Nick" I said. "The only difference we found was a few old Rugby scars," I added, do you want to check me over?" "I'll pass on that," he said taking off his cap and walking in, uninvited but not unwelcome, "I need a drink, we had two colleagues shot this evening, one's bad. I can't face going back to the station or home just yet, especially with Jane and Alec away. Hello, Rob." Derek sat on the arm of the settee, next to Rob. I opened another bottle of Chateau Maurine in the kitchen. Derek's hand was shaking visibly as he took the glass from me. "I'd better sign off", he said, "I am due for a break anyway." "You look absolutely knackered," Rob and I said simultaneously. "I am, I hate guns," Derek replied, taking his radio from its holder. "BMQ 4-3-7 to control, requesting permission for a thirty minute break, off watch." "BMQ 4-3-7 state your location, please." "They think I am in the pub," he said. "BMQ 4-3-7 to control, I left the Code 5 at Stonebridge with permission the Super and am now at a private residence nearby, with some friends." He gave my address as requested. "4-3-7, we understand, will you be alright or do you need support?" "Control, I will be OK here; I may stay the night because my wife is with her parents. You have the address and phone number on file. I have called her to say I am OK. How are Joe and Bob doing?" "4-3-7, understood. We will stand you down for the night but call in if you need help. Joe and Bob are both in Walsgrave Hospital, not so good, I'm afraid, but it is early days." "Understood and thanks for the stand-down." Derek's glass was empty; I brought the bottle. "I hate guns," he said again, "We all do basic firearms training but I could never carry one as routine." "Sarah and I had a little encounter with a couple BNP officers a few months ago, they thought we were photographing Windscale and made no secret of their side arms," I said. "And they had their automatics in the boot", Derek said, "no, not for me!" "You look like you could use a shower," Rob said, filling Derek's glass again. "I could, long and hot; how about you two bringing your glasses. I don't want to be alone but in some ways I am glad Jane and Alec are with her parents, I must give her another call now I have calmed down a bit. It is their ruby wedding anniversary tomorrow and she is helping set up the party. All the family will be there. After this evening, thank God that includes me! Forty years together; with two older sisters, I think I was their last try for a boy." He shrugged off his equipment belt and bullet proof jacket and took his mobile phone to the kitchen. Rob and I could hear muffled conversation and when Derek returned it was with tears in his eyes. "I could have had a wife with no husband and a son with no father this evening, but thankfully Jane understands. She used to be in the force as well and still does part-time in the Comms Room as a civvie, mostly working with the ARU. This evening makes me worried about that. How could a wife send the husband out on a call like tonight?" "Shower, Derek, you know where it is and we are behind you. Worry about tonight when you can think more rationally." With that he was gone, wine glass in hand. Rob picked up the bottle and refilled our glasses; I got another from the kitchen and followed them up the stairs. Derek's uniform and the rest of his kit were in a heap on the bathroom floor, his underwear joined it just as I walked in. I couldn't help noticing that his dick was shrivelled and his ball sac was pulled tightly up to his groin, doubtless caused by the tension of the evening. He stepped into the shower and just stood there under the gushing hot water for a good two minutes before he started washing himself down. "Your balls are loosening," Rob called out. Derek just laughed, continued washing his head, shoulders, under his arms, his chest, back and belly. "Now for the important bits," he said, massaging his scrotum back to normal and pulling his dick downwards until it too was relaxed. He continued by washing his behind, then down his legs and turned his ass towards us as he washed his feet. "Oh, no you don't fellas," he said when Rob made some crude joke about his man-cunt, "but I fancy a wank, how about you two getting stripped off again?" Rob and I looked at each other and began to strip off, "We can all just about get in there," I said and, with the water running over our bodies, it was all hands to the dicks, quite whose was where I was not sure! In next to no time, there were three rock hard cocks squeezed between three naked bellies as we tightly embraced each other under the running water. Derek moved his hands down our backs, his two index fingers found our assholes and after a few moments I felt one slip into my body. As it reached my prostate, my balls tightened, my body went rigid and I dumped my load somewhere between us. Seconds later, I felt Rob's body tense, his prick pulsed between our bodies and bellies slid against each other, well lubricated by the cum. Derek said "Here comes mine, fellas," and I felt another prick pulsing against my belly as we all relaxed as the hot water washed the spunk away. "I needed that and I guess you two didn't object without your wives here to give you anything better!" "Too true," Rob and I said near simultaneously. "Sarah will be back tomorrow" I added, "all back to normal then, I hope." "A good shag would have been better, of course, but 'any port in a storm' I say. By the way, how are you two doing for sex with your wives in the club?" Derek asked. "No problem there at all, we can hardly keep up with them, no pun intended!" Rob agreed. "I had the same trouble when Jane was expecting Alec and now we've got another on the way and she is just the same. I was a bit starved for the last couple of months though. I reckon we invented some new positions, though." Derek said. "Good for you, keep it up, you know what to do! Feeling the baby moving when we make love really turns me on, even just putting my hand on Sarah's belly gets me going." We all dried off and on a warm October night and us being under the influence the wine, the hot shower and the sex, we decided not to bother getting dressed. Derek was about to call Jane when his phone rang; she had just heard on the TV news about the earlier incident and was calling Derek to make sure the really was alright and to ask about the three shot officers. "No, only two," Derek said, "Joe and Bob, they are not too well." He listened for a moment, "What, that's not possible! I'll find out and call you back." He used his mobile phone to call the control room. "Is it right there was a third officer shot this evening? My wife saw the TV news." He listened, his jaw dropped, "Thank you," he said quietly and hung up. A young ARU officer was killed, the heat seeking camera in the helicopter found his body later. He was drafted in from another force and wasn't on the tally in our control room." Derek burst into tears and, as in some pagan ritual; the three of us hugged each other trying to understand such a needless death. It was some minutes before Derek could call Jane and confirm her news. We all decided that it was time for bed, with that good old British night-cap, hot sweet cocoa. Mugs in hand we processed upstairs and without a word, all three of us got into the double bed in the guest room, Rob's bed. The cocoa was quickly consumed, the lights put out and three mentally and physically exhausted bodies were asleep in no time.