Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2013 09:59:48 -0000
From: Jim Price <jnprice@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 39

WARNING:  The following true story – only the names of the participants and
some of the 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.

* * * *

Both couples had snogged for a few minutes, before Alison led Rob towards
their bedroom.  Sarah had kissed me as we stood, both naked beside our bed
and said "Not tonight, Nick, I really am too tired", as she gave my cock a
playful tweak.  I had kissed her tits, first one and then the other, earning
a couple of slaps on my bum as I tried a repeat performance before we got
into bed.  After another quick snuggle, we settled into our usual sleeping
position and were asleep in no time.

Next morning was bright and sunny when we woke about 8:30, I was naked in
the kitchen beating Rob down to make the morning tea.  "This wandering about
naked will have to stop when the babies arrive", I said, glancing towards
his nether regions as he checked on mine!

"Not if they are boys."

"They might get jealous!"

"That's true." Rob said, "You know how secretive Dad was with his bits and
pieces, well I was about five when I walked in on him in the bathroom and
couldn't believe how big his kit was.  Much like ours now, I suppose!"

"And as for that stallion he had, its dick must have been getting on for
three foot long.  I remember peeping at him covering Arthur Smith's mare,
once.  Then there was the time when the two lads from the Post Office tried
tossing him off and them getting soaked in his great gushes of spunk!  I
wonder how they explained that to Mrs Lewis."

"Explained what to Mrs Lewis," Sarah had come down, wrapped in her dressing
gown, "and what are you two doing, naked in the kitchen?"

"Nothing, just making tea and boys' talk," Rob said.

"Come off it, no secrets!"

"Well that's just it, it came on them!"

"What did?"

"Dad's black stallion, the Lewis boys were tossing him off and he shot his
spunk all over them!"

"Hmm! Well, only explained with difficulty, I suppose!  Anyway, you two
won't be able to wander round like that when the babies arrive; at the very
least you will have to dust off your dressing gowns!"  With that, she took
two mugs of tea and went back upstairs, leaving Rob and I to follow with
ours, our bits and pieces swinging before us!  We sat on the guest bed and
drank the tea, Alison in her flimsy nightie, Sarah in her dressing gown, Rob
and I naked.

"It's a lovely Monday morning not to have to go to work," Rob said.

"How about going for a walk after breakfast?" Sarah said, "Perhaps
Packington Woods and then lunch at the Malt Shovel?"

"Sounds, good to me," I said. "There is a lovely view from up by the police
radio station, you can see for miles."

Sarah shot me a glance, but said nothing!

"We probably need to go about eleven o'clock, it only takes a few minutes to
get there, we can walk for an hour or so and then have lunch about one."

"Sounds good to me," Rob said.  With that, we all got washed, dressed and
were down for a late breakfast about 9:30, all cleared up by 10:30, boots
and anoraks sorted, last minute toilet visits attended to and out before
eleven, by which time a few clouds were beginning to gather ominously.

As I drove up the track to the radio site, Alison asked Sarah if we had been
there before.  After a little snigger aimed at me, she replied, "Only once,
Rob knows the place from work, though."

We parked up and walked outside the fence to the front of the site which
overlooked the beautiful Warwickshire countryside and probably several other
counties as well.  Even at this time of year, it was amazing how green and
lush the countryside looked, interspersed with patches of late Autumn
colours, dark grey leafless woods, brown cultivated fields and green grassy
pastures  and autumn planted crops.  All this was only slightly marred by
the constant drone of traffic on the motorway, a couple of miles away and
occasional piercing noise of a train on the nearby west coast main line.  We
admired the scene for some minutes as we listened to the birds twittering in
the woods and to rustling noises from mysterious creatures foraging in the
undergrowth.

In a loud whisper, Rob suddenly said "Look" and pointed into the woods.
Only thirty metres or so away there were two deer, circling each other,
completely oblivious to our presence.  We watched them for several minutes.
Then suddenly, with a loud roar, the stag mounted the doe, his already
unsheathed penis disappearing deep within her.  He started thrusting
vigorously and after half a minute or so, he came with another huge bellow,
he pulled out, dropped his fore-quarters to the ground, circled his mate
again, nuzzled her behind apparently with great satisfaction, then in what
must have been the equivalent of a human kiss, they nuzzled noses for a few
moments before disappearing deeper into the woods.

"Well, I'm astounded, not only at that happening right in front of us but
how it happened, how it seemed to be a real loving relationship, out of
season too."  Alison grabbed Rob in a passionate embrace, kissing him long
and hard.  "I have never, ever seen two animals doing that before, just
seeing it was worth coming to the woods.  I know we all love the odd outdoor
shag, but I will never do it again without thinking of this place."

"Well, as boys, we saw plenty of it on the farm but I must admit that I was
very moved by that performance," Rob said.

"Me, too," Sarah added.  "Nick has a confession to make."

Three pairs of eyes were suddenly staring at me.  "Thank you, Sarah," I
said, trying to sound at my most sarcastic.  "Well, Sarah had been away for
a while, it was a lovely summer day when I picked her up at the station, we
were both gasping for it and we shagged our hearts out, right there," I
said, pointing to the wall I had leaned against, the day Derek had caught us
nearly in the act!  "In fact, it just might have been the cause of `the
lump'!"

Alison was fondling Rob's crotch, Sarah kissed me with passion, our tongues
into each other's mouths, a hand inside my trousers.  The girls looked at
each other, some hidden message passed between them; Rob and I were dragged
in opposite directions along the path behind the small building.  Sarah
dropped her trousers and panties, bent over, her legs apart, exposing her
already wet cunt to me.  Without a word, I dropped my trousers, extracted my
hardening prick from my CKs, and slid it gently into her up to the hilt,
putting my hands around her belly to hold us as one.  I knew it would not be
long, as I began thrusting my balls immediately tightened and after what
seemed like only seconds, I dumped my load with a bellow that would surely
have made the stag envious, echoed by Sarah's own scream of exquisite
pleasure.  As I gently withdrew my cock we heard similar expressions of
satisfaction from the other side of the hut!

We cleaned up as best we could and were soon re-joined by Alison and Rob.
"That was a good choice of venue, Sarah.  Still game for the walk?" he
asked.

"Why not?" she replied.  I was feeling the stickiness around my crotch and
wondering how the girls were going to cope!  Rob and I led the way down one
of the paths, leaving the girls chattering behind.  After a few minutes,
Alison called out for us to carry on, they would catch us up soon.  We
stopped and waited for them when we got to a sunny glade where there was a
junction in the paths.  For a couple of minutes we stood and drank in the
clean, fresh air and listened to the noises of nature around us.  When the
girls appeared, Rob said "OK, left or right?"

I had to exercise my casting vote; we went to the left!  After another 15 or
20 minutes walking and chattering, occasionally stopping to look at some
plant or tree, generally enjoying the lovely weather and beautiful
surroundings we met another couple, merely exchanging pleasantries as they
passed.  "I wonder if they have, or are they going to?" I said, incurring my
usual punishment from Sarah.

"If they do, I hope she has something to clean up with afterwards, It's OK
for you blokes!" Sarah said.

"It was well worth the few dribbles, though, wasn't it Rob?" Alison added.

Rob just smiled but said nothing.  We walked on for a while and were out of
earshot before Rob said "I scratched my dick on my trouser zip, feels pretty
sore!"

"That's the second time you've ended up `hors de combat'; you'll have to
take more care.  There is a pharmacy in Sainsburys."

"Not bloody likely after that one in Workington!"

"Well, I am sure we have something at home that will do the trick.  Anyway,
it is probably time we headed for the pub.  I have no idea which is the best
way."

"Well, we could back track, or just head uphill towards the car."  Never
being a backtracker, I decided we should keep heading uphill, which turned
out to be the right decision, firstly because we came across the two deer,
quietly grazing in a small, grassy area only a few yards from the path.
They took no notice of us at all, even though we stopped and watched them
for a couple of minutes.

"It must be out of season, surely?  But she is obviously on heat."

"Best of luck to them, they have to get it when they can, none of this ad
hoc shagging!"

We walked on and around a bend found the track to the radio station.  Almost
immediately a police van came down.  "He might have caught us on the job
half an hour ago," Rob said.

"Derek was about a minute too late when Sarah and I were here before!"

"You didn't tell me that he nearly caught you!"

"No, and that reminds me I was going to call him about taking our finger
prints.  Remind me later; we'll try to forget about the DNA though!"

Five minutes' walk brought us back to me car.  From the well trampled grass
all round it, it had obviously been closely inspected by the police officer
we had seen in the van, even though it was parked totally legitimately.  We
made the short journey to the Malt Shovel, just in time to get the last
available table, having forgotten that the `works Christmas Lunch season'
had started!  The girls immediately disappeared to `powder their noses'
though I suspect that greater attention was needed somewhat lower down!

When they returned, we all decided on the carvery lunch as that would be
quicker.  As there was to be a short wait, Rob and I went to powder our
noses too.  In my case it was a simple pee; Rob also needed to inspect his
injury, the pain from which had by then eased somewhat!

We lingered an hour or so over lunch but were home before 3pm.  I called
Derek about the finger printing; he was a bit pushy about the DNA as well
but as that would incur a significant cost to us, I said we would wait for
the finger print assessment before committing to that.  In any case the
finger prints could be done the following day, whilst the DNA samples could
not be done until after Christmas.

The girls decided it was time to deal with the Christmas present wrapping.
Rob and I had a long chat with George over the garden fence, about nothing
in particular, though long enough for Gladys to bring out three glasses of
one of his malt whiskeys, `because it is Christmas', she said!  Tim and
Heidi were coming on 30th and going back on January 4th.   I agreed to pick
them up from the airport as George had a dental appointment; in any case,
Tim wanted to talk to me about weddings sometime over the New Year.

The rest of the evening was largely spent with the girls talking `girlie'
things and Rob and I talking work related things.  Even though we worked in
quite differing industries, it was interesting to compare the company
cultures.  Both accountancy and telecommunications are strictly regulated in
Britain, though the forms of regulation are quite different, the former
being governed by legislation so vague that individual companies have their
own myriads of rules designed to comply with every possible vagary and to
exploit every loophole!  Ofcom is a government quango, set up by parliament,
responsible for making its own rules in consultation with our industry –
described as `regulation with a lighter touch' – a system that worked very
well, but woe betide anyone who broke the rules!

The girls were actually quite tired after their day and decided on an early
night and went up soon after 9pm, leaving Rob and I to finish the bottle of
Côtes du Rhône we had been sipping though the evening.  It was actually a
little known appellation `Cellier du Dauphin' I had discovered on one of my
trips to France.  Although relatively cheap, Sarah and I quite enjoyed it,
but of course, alcohol was off her menu at the moment, not that she was ever
a big drinker.

I had thought that Rob had stopped thanking me for my `helping hand' as he
put it, but he raised the subject again after the girls had gone to bed,
saying that he and Alison had been discussing their future family.  They
wanted at least one more baby in fairly short order, two more if the first
two turned out to be of the same gender!  What were our plans, he asked.
Well, we didn't have any, was my response, we would probably go for a second
but had not discussed a timescale, though sooner was probably better than
later.  And, his main question, would I help out again – well, yes if that
was what they wanted, I was sure Sarah would have no objections.

That was obviously the answer Rob both wanted and expected to hear.  He
stood up, pulled me up from the settee we had been sharing and embraced me
tightly, our heads resting on each other's shoulders.  I felt a tear drop
fall on to my neck and then heard a quiet sob.  I pushed him away; his tears
were welling up.  My own were not far away.  "Did you really think I would
say no?" I asked.

"Of course not, but I was afraid you might."

I could barely get my words out, "Anytime, just ask, all in the name of
brotherly love."  We both burst into floods of tears, tears of joy.  When we
calmed down, there was just enough wine left in our glasses for a toast –
"To brotherly love and all our children, as yet unborn."