Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 17:13:16 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the family - Part 4

WARNING:  The following true story - only the names have been changed -
contains descriptions of bisexual/incestuous activity between adult
relatives, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause
offence against some religious beliefs.  Please do not read further if you
are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your
country!

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It was only 6.45am when Sarah woke me by playing with my dick.  I pretended
to be asleep for a minute or two longer but my growing pole soon gave the
game away.  The morning love making was a much more sedate affair.  We
kissed and cuddled, nibbled and nuzzled, then coupled and came.  I got
cleaned up - we loved that bit - and there was barely time for another
cuddle before I had to get showered - I really needed one by then!  -
breakfasted and off to work, leaving Sarah thinking she should get up
sometime soon.

Thursday and Friday were long, hard days at work.  We were understaffed in
my department and I always had a backlog of work after trips away, not least
writing the obligatory trip report ("within three days . ") and, of course,
the inevitable actions as well as all the work I would have done if I had
been in the office.  I ended up taking a lot work home on Thursday, with the
prospect of more at the weekend.  Sarah was busy too, with a project to
complete for Monday.  As was often the case, on Friday evening I was elected
as her sounding board for the Monday presentation before we went out for a
well-earned drink.  We were pretty tired by bedtime and contented ourselves
with just a kiss and a cuddle both nights - no time for any hanky-panky in
the morning either!

Sarah had woken up and I was just beginning to make a pass about nine
o'clock on Saturday morning when the postman rang the doorbell.  With Percy
already at half mast, I grabbed my dressing gown and raced downstairs.  I
hope the postman didn't notice my half-hard tenting the thin dressing gown
that was all that was preventing an indecent exposure.  By the time I had
signed for the Special Delivery, made some tea and got back upstairs, Sarah
was in the en-suite bathroom.  I could hear the shower running and took the
tea in to her, stripped off my dressing gown, stood naked at the sink and
started to shave.  I was startled when a few seconds later, a hand reached
between my legs, from behind me and gave my plonker a good tug.  I whirled
round and the dripping Sarah pulled me into the shower with her and gave
every part of me a good washing down - but that was all, in spite of Percy's
obvious protestations!

We had a fairly relaxed and uneventful day, doing the shopping, the weekly
cleaning, household chores, etc.  In the middle of the afternoon Alison
called and had a long talk with Sarah; it struck me they were being a bit
secretive but I was reading the paper and took little notice.  I talked
briefly with Rob; we often had quite long chats, but today he seemed not to
want to prolong the conversation unduly.  I called my mother and Sarah
called hers, neither had any real news, but at least they and our fathers
were well.

Later, over dinner, Sarah suddenly said "Alison thinks she is pregnant".

"How can she know already?"  I said, making the assumption that it was a
result of our little shag on Tuesday.

"Women know" Sarah replied, "and as a matter of fact, I feel a bit funny in
that department as well!"

"Hey, so that is what all the secrecy was about when you were on the phone
with Alison this afternoon!  And why Rob didn't want to prolong our
conversation.  He wanted you to tell me!"  I leapt up and gave her a big
hug.  I wasn't sure I had been ready for a baby when she said earlier in the
week that she had 'decided', but I was sure now.  "Have you told your
mothers?"

"Not yet, Alison and I decided we should both be sure before making an event
of it.  Do you think the grannies can stand having two new babies in one
week?" she joked.

"Do you think I can stand two new babies in one week?  It could be four if
you both have twins, remembering that twins ran in Alison's family!"

"Heaven forbid!" she responded.

"I must call Rob!"

"At least wait until you have finished your dinner!  Dessert is rhubarb
crumble and custard".  She knew that was one of my favourites and in spite
of it being a vegetable, rhubarb makes a splendid English pudding,
especially with real Bird's custard.  I was still embracing Sarah and gave
her a big kiss then sat down to resume my dinner, barely able to wait to
call Rob.

We ate the dessert and drank our coffee.  We didn't usually use the
dishwasher much, with only two of us it took far too long to get anything
like a full load but today we made an exception.  After a toast to the new
members of the 'ap Rhys' family - heck, the drinking was going to have to
stop as well, hers anyway - I called Rob.  He answered after one ring, "Hi,
Dad", I said as soon as I heard his voice, "what's it feel like?"

"It's absolutely great, I am over the moon, we've waited a long time for
this, thank you, thank you, thank you.  We can't thank you enough."

"Don't thank me; I heard the noises in your bedroom last week, assume I
might just have helped things along a bit.  It's your baby, brother.  I've
got one of my own!"

"Great, yes, well done, Nick, I am so pleased!  Alison told me about Sarah
as well.  At least you've got it in you, even if I haven't", I thought Rob
sounded just a wee bit down hearted.

"Don't be like that, Rob, you'll make a wonderful Dad and at least it's all
in the family.  Don't forget it was the girls that dreamt up this little
conspiracy, nothing to do with us!  I was merely the 'tool' if you pardon
the pun!  The girls don't want the rest of the family to know until they are
sure, so mum's the word, OK?  It'll be hard not to let the news slip out but
I suppose we won't have to wait long."

"Rotten pun, Nick, but no problem here, mum's the word until the girls are
ready.  I guess we'll have a pretty good idea by next weekend or so anyway,"
Rob replied, "I have no travel plans this week so it's a period of wait and
see - or hopefully not see a period!"

"I'm around all week as well.  We shall have to get together in a couple of
weeks and celebrate.  Got any ideas for a venue?"  I asked.

"Well, I don't know about you but I well remember the smart hotel at
Windermere in the Lake District where Alison and I first made love.  Her
first time, made a fine mess of the sheet, we had to wash it out in the
bath!  The whole thing was a bit of a disaster really, but we've had plenty
of practice and got a lot better at it since then!"

"Our first time was a very romantic location indeed, I don't think, in the
Novotel at Birmingham Airport overlooking the grey carbuncle of an airport
terminal.  It was the evening after our wedding, before we flew to Italy
next morning for the honeymoon.  So the Lake District wins, hands down," I
replied, "let's get our diaries together for a long weekend in about a
month."

"Hey, Nick, can I ask you a question?"

"Rob, you just did, but what was the other one?"

"Was that your first ever shag?"

"Yes, it was, except for a complete disaster when a fat forty-something
woman tried to rape me when I had that night porter vacation job in a hotel
when I was at university.  She slobbered all over me for ages then I
couldn't hold off any longer and shot a great load of spunk in her face.  I
prefer to forget about that!  I was scared she would complain and I would
get fired."

Rob laughed, "Mine was at university, too.  We were both pissed and to be
honest I can't remember much about it and nothing about the girl, not even
her name!  I didn't even have a Johnnie on me and worried for weeks in case
she was pregnant."

"But you and Alison were getting plenty of practice before the wedding, yes?


"You could say we got a bit of a head start on you two!"  Rob replied; there
were no secrets between us.

"I think Dad guessed that.  Remember that time when you and I were supposed
to be sharing the spare double room at the farm, with Alison safely hidden
away in the single on the back stairs at the other end of the house.  He
caught me coming down the wrong stairs one morning."

"But I only shagged a couple of girls; perhaps half a dozen times in total
before I met Alison - and none since - and I have never paid for sex, not in
cash terms anyway!"

"No, me neither, but a bloke me offered twenty quid to shag his drunken wife
in an alley behind a pub once.  I think he was too pissed to do it himself
and she already had her skirt up for a standing ovation - no way!  It's my
turn to ask you a question now, Rob.  Do you ever have a wank when you are
away from home for a few days?  I have to admit that I nearly always do."

"Yes, me too, you have to keep your hand in!  Do you remember that lecture
from Dad after he caught me in the bathroom, 'tossing yourself off' he
called it?  I couldn't keep the smile off my face when he admitted that
perhaps it was better get your rocks off that way than get a girl up the
spout!  I think that was about all my 'sex education' amounted to from him,
that and the 'you're a big lad now and you've seen what the sheep and cattle
get up to, so just be careful' speech at both of our thirteenth birthday
parties.  I think it totally confused Hannah!  Anyway what brought all this
on, anybody might think there had been an outbreak of pregnancy or
something?"

"Anyway, I'll put Sarah on now, Rob, she wants to speak to Alison - more
woman talk, I guess!  I'll speak to you again soon and we'll fix that
weekend away in Windermere."

I had set Sunday aside to finish catching up with my work but not before a
long, leisurely love-making session after we woke up about nine o'clock.
Unlike last Wednesday night, it was a long, unhurried session with lots of
touchy-feely stuff, getting ourselves in all sorts of impossible positions,
kissing everywhere that could be kissed and exploring every nook and cranny
of each other's bodies as though we'd never done it before.  Strangely, with
all these diversions Percy was remarkably well behaved and showed no signs
of the impatience he had on Wednesday.

Eventually, Sarah began to moan gently.  She was lying face down across the
bed, her legs slightly apart with me gently caressing her back.  I moved
behind her, between her legs, quickly brought my cock fully to attention,
lifted her to her knees and took her from behind.  In one slow, smooth
motion the whole length of my prick was buried in her hot, wet tunnel of
love.  I moved in and out, slowly at first then speeded up as she began to
respond.  I was in total control of myself as Sarah approached orgasm; as
soon as I realised she was on the verge, with one big thrust I drove my
prick in to the hilt and released the first great spurt of spunk deep inside
her, before half a dozen smaller squirts completely drained my balls as she
reached her own climax.  We collapsed in a sweaty heap, still coupled,
seemingly never tiring of our sexual congress.

We kissed and cuddled and cleaned each other up in our usual manner before
eventually getting into the shower and washing each other from head to toe,
lingering a while over some of the more interesting parts in between!  While
Sarah got dried, I was about to go downstairs in my birthday suit to make us
some tea when the doorbell rang.  I quickly threw on my dressing gown and
found my neighbour on the doorstep.  He gave me a somewhat quizzical look -
it was nearly 11.30am after all - before asking to borrow my wheelbarrow to
shift the garden rubbish he had been raking-up all morning.  I gave him the
key to my garage and told him to help himself!

Sarah and I made brunch, pottered about for a while with me still in my
dressing gown, my wherewithal swinging free beneath it, before she decided
to rehearse her presentation for next day and pack her bag for the two
nights she was to be in London.  I finally started on the work I had brought
home Friday night and got through it much more quickly than I ever could
have with the constant interruptions in the office.

About 4.30pm we decided to go for a walk through the woods at the back of
our house.  There was a whole network of paths well frequented on summer
evenings by dog walkers and others out to take the air.  I always tried to
keep Sarah away from the main road on the far side, half a mile or so away,
with the lay-by used by truck drivers taking their statutory breaks.  I
sometimes walked to and from work that way and I had often seen men hanging
about in the bushes.  I had several times seen men there servicing each
other in a variety of ways, at least pretending to be oblivious of my
watching them.  More than once I had been invited to join in their fun but
had never done so in spite of gaining a certain amount of pleasure from
watching them.

We walked, mostly hand in hand or with our arms around each other, stealing
the occasional kiss for about an hour, in a big loop through the woods back
to the house.  We were standing outside talking to the neighbour who had
just returned the wheelbarrow when Sarah's parents drove up.  They had been
out for the afternoon and decided to drop in for a cup of tea.  We sat
outside with tea and cake for a while then went indoors while Sarah showed
her mother the new dress she had bought for a forthcoming 'occasion' and I
chatted to her father who had always insisted that I called him Frank and
her mother Doreen.  I got on exceptionally well with them in spite of their
initial misgivings about their only daughter marrying a sheep farmer's son
from Wales.

 After a while, Frank suddenly said "Sarah is looking radiant today, she's
not pregnant is she?"

Half truthfully I said "Not as far as I know, I think it must be the fresh
air from our walk in the woods this afternoon."  Thankfully, he did not
pursue the matter.

Sarah and her mother reappeared after a while.  Doreen told Frank it was
time they went to "let these two get on with what they have to do."  They
made their goodbyes and left for their home about three miles away on the
other side of the M42 motorway.

As soon as they had gone, Sarah said "Mum said I looked especially radiant
today and asked me if I was pregnant."

I laughed and said "Your father asked me the same question.  I said it must
be all the fresh air we had on our walk this afternoon."

"I said exactly the same thing.  Great minds think alike!  She can't wait to
be a Granny, though.  I can barely wait to tell her."

"Hang fire, we aren't sure yet that we are expecting a baby", I replied.

"Yes, I know I am, I must be, just you wait another week and we'll see!"

Sarah was going to London Euston on the 7.15am train next morning from
Birmingham International railway station.  I planned to drop her there on
the way to work and have an early start at the office, before the phones
started ringing.  We watched the News and the Antiques Roadshow on BBC
television and then flicked through the channels for a while before deciding
it was time to get our things ready for morning and hit the sack.

We were both pretty knackered, I think it was a combination of the
excitement we could not show and the fresh air.  We were no sooner ready for
bed, had a quick cuddle and we were sound asleep.

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To be continued!