Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2013 12:00:56 -0000 From: Naked Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 42 Keeping it in Family - Chapter 42 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. * * * * We had all been so well fed at the farm over Christmas that when we got home nobody wanted more than a cup of tea, soon after which Sarah and Alison announced that they were having an early night. Rob and I, having been abstemious as the drivers, decided we would catch up a little on our alcohol intake whilst discussing forthcoming births, christenings, birthdays and mother's illness, wondering if she would get to see her next two grandchildren. An hour or so later, we went up to bed and I was surprised to find our bed empty; seconds later, Rob was equally surprised to find Sarah and Alison soundly asleep in the guest bed. We dared not wake them, but got undressed, washed and what have you before slipping into the king size bed Sarah and I usually shared, both as naked as the day we were born but totally without shame. We reminisced for a while, talking about some of our school-day experiences, the Rugby matches and the shenanigans afterwards, the time when Foley was caught shagging a third-form boy on the cross-country run, the time when the Latin master's much prized Lanchester car was lifted and turned at right angles across the narrow entrance road to the teachers' car park, almost in defiance of Pythagoras's Theorem and the ceremonial debagging of boys who told on high-spirited miscreants who were just that, mischievous, not really out to cause trouble! After a few brotherly tweaks of each other's pricks and nipples and Rob teasing me about my neatly trimmed pubes as he brushed his hand over them, we eventually we drifted off to sleep. I was awakened at 7:30am; it was still dark; Sarah was playing with my rampant cock. No it wasn't Sarah, the hand was too big, the arm was hairy; there was no bump, no boobs. I rolled over. "That stopped you snoring!" Rob laughed, "It was sticking in my backside!" His prick was just as hard as mine, I grabbed it and we started a cock fight, playfully getting into all sorts of likely and unlikely positions, until I got into a 'sixty-nine' with his cock in my mouth and just as he caught mine, I suddenly felt the sharp slap of Sarah's hand on my bare behind. "That's enough of that!" she said. I looked up and saw Sarah and Alison standing beside the bed clad only in the shortest and skimpiest of nighties which left little, if anything, to the imagination. We released each other's members, our wives grabbed them, kneeled beside the bed and deep-throated us. "What happened with you two last night?" I asked. "We decided to let the babies feel each other, we were bump to bump, boob to boob, comparing our bodies," Alison said, "it was great but we must have dropped off to sleep in each other's arms." "And that is how we still were when the noise you two were making woke us up!" Sarah added. "What were you two up to anyway?" "Nothing last night, we just decided you two didn't want to be woken up so we both slept here, then this randy brother of mine woke me this morning up by pulling my plonker," I said. "Then he sixty-nined me, that's when you two came in and spoiled the fun!" "Come here and I'll spoil your fun," Alison said as she turned her back, pulled her nightie up on to her shoulders, bent over, legs apart, both hands holding her knees, sticking her fanny almost in Rob's face. He rolled out of bed on to his knees and slipped his tongue deep inside her before standing up, with his dick nestling in her ass crack. He put his hands round her belly, dragged his knob down past the outfall and then with one smooth push he slid his full seven inches into her already wet cunt. Right on cue, Sarah pulled up her nightie; she bent over, legs apart, grasped her knees, I rolled out of bed and my throbbing prick slid down her back, past her asshole and deep inside her. Side by side with Rob and Alison, thrusting deep we shagged in unison. Being well aroused and without sex for several days, it wasn't long before Rob dumped his load of spunk, I lasted only three or four strokes longer and the girls both screamed with delight as they reached their climaxes; our dicks had done their jobs! Almost in unison, we slowly withdrew our cocks, the girls turned around and we kissed passionately, rubbing our still slippery dicks on our wives' pubes. I don't know who spoke first or what they said but it was an expression of deep satisfaction, only slightly spoiled by Rob, almost in tears, saying "Thank you, Nick, for making this possible," as he stroked Alison's bulging belly, "and you Sarah for allowing him to." We all hugged together, separated only by the thin fabric of the girls' nighties and all shedding tears of love and joy. Sarah was first to speak "Rob, remember that Alison and I hatched the plot, Nick was happy to do what he did out of brotherly love and in a couple of months, Alison will hatch her baby and yours." "I know, I know, but there is no way I can repay his love and kindness." "I don't want repayment in any shape or form, just do as you have always done, just be my best brother, let's have no secrets between us, no shame and above all realise that I want no thanks. What's more, if it is what you want, Sarah will be happy to let me help you out again." "Rob, Nick is right. Just accept that he did what he wanted to do for you; you've done plenty for him and doubtless you will do plenty more. If we hadn't all been comfortable that it was for the best, he wouldn't have done it!" "Sarah and Nick are right, Rob, I am happy and you are happy that we are going to have our baby. Look at you two, it's hard to know who is which," Alison said. "In fact, when I slapped Nick's bum earlier on, for a moment I thought it was yours!" Sarah added. "Isn't that better than me being injected with anonymous spunk, or adopting a child from goodness knows what background?" Alison continued. "You're all absolutely right. It is just that I am so overcome with gratitude; I know you know that and I shall try not to mention it again." Our little huddle had broken apart, Nick put his arms around Rob, their heads on each other's shoulders, Alison and I did the same; as we broke apart she said "Anyway, I don't suppose many men sleep with their brothers, then wake up and shag their wives like you two did. Only brothers like you can have that relationship with each other." "Stop being right, all of you," Rob was laughing now, and let's all get cleaned up! "Do you think we can all get in that huge shower of yours?" With the intensity of the conversation, I don't think any of us had realised that we were standing near enough naked in the middle of the bedroom. "Come on, let's save some water!" The girls dumped their nighties and made for the shower, pausing only to pee. Rob and I quickly shaved and joined them. It was a tight fit but we all got in. "I don't know whose is which," Sarah said, "not least because we are so close together, but I've got a prick in each hand!" "And I am cuddling a couple of bums," Alison added. "Not mine," Sarah said, "but somebody's got hold of my tits." "Don't worry, it's me, I don't trust Rob!" "He's got mine," Alison said, "and Sarah, I want my husband's prick." "You'd better have both of 'em, I still don't know whose is whose!" I felt a different hand tugging at my cock and Sarah put her arms round my neck and kissed me. I am not sure how just long that shower lasted but we certainly didn't save much water, even though there wasn't room for any serious hanky-panky. We stepped out, Sarah produced some towels and we got dried and then back to our rooms to get dressed. Sarah and I were down and breakfast practically ready before Rob and Alison showed up. I knew from his look what they had been up to. "Do you need another shower, Rob?" I asked. "No thanks, Alison saw to that!" he said, whereupon she slapped his bum, just like Sarah had done to me on so many occasions. The conversation over breakfast was wide ranging and much more relaxed. The girls were washing up when Rob asked "How do you two tell the difference between us?" Sarah and Alison looked at each other. "I don't know" they said pretty well simultaneously. "But you do?" I said. "Well, yes", Sarah said, " your voices are different, but as to looks, I don't know but I'll guarantee I'll be right ninety-nine times out of a hundred." "Me too, it's a real mystery. I knew when it was you shagging me, not Rob, and that was in the dark!" Alison added. "Rob told me you had had your finger prints taken as Derek suggested and that they were very different." "Yes, we were a bit worried they might be similar and Derek might try to persuade that us we ought to get our DNA on record as well, because if we did and the babies were ever checked it would show me as being the biological father of both. Anyway, thankfully that won't be necessary." It was a pleasant, sunny winter day again, so I suggested we went out somewhere for a walk. "Not Packington Woods again," Sarah said. "How about an hour round the shops in Solihull and then have a late lunch somewhere? We could probably pick up our finger print forms at the same time; Derek obviously didn't have time to drop them in." "Sounds good to me, a late lunch means we'll need no tea after all we've eaten in the last couple of days," Rob said, "is that pub Chadwick End still there, the Orange Tree, wasn't it?" "That sounds good," Sarah said, "I'll give the pub a ring to make sure they are open all day. I'll need to do a bit of food shopping as well. Do you need to get anything to take back tomorrow, Alison? It's Sunday remember." "No, I think we are pretty well stocked up. I can get some milk on the way. The rest can wait until Monday when Rob is back at work." So after a few little chores, 'powdering of noses', etc. and a quick chat with Gladys, who was very excited about the babies, almost as if they were family, we set off on the short drive. On the way, I mentioned to Rob about Tim being engaged to Heidi and planning an early wedding. "More babies for Gladys to coo over!" he said. "I am sure she hopes so. Tim had to get circumcised a few months ago, insisted on showing his tool to me before and after. He had never had a girl before because he was scared his foreskin would trap his knob out - sorry ladies! - but he seems to be making up for lost time with Heidi!" "Ouch!" Rob said, "Sounds like it could be painful either way. Where is the wedding to be?" "They hadn't decided when he was here the other week, Sweden, Denmark or here; he asked me to be best man. Wherever it is, I hope it is in English! They are coming over for New Year, so he may get something sorted out - could be more than one shindig!" The girls enjoyed wandering round the winter sales now in full swing in most of the shops. Rob and I wandered more aimlessly, chatting casually about whatever topics came to mind, stopping at one stage for a coffee and a visit to the gents. We were standing there at adjacent stalls, minding our own business when I happened to glance at the man a couple of spaces away to my right. He was sporting a huge hard-on and stepped back for me to admire it in all its glory. I nudged Rob who glanced over and said "Police! You'd better put that thing away before we nick you!" I have no idea if the man actually shat himself but he was gone in a flash looking pretty worried! "I've always wanted to do that," Rob said as he shook the last drops from his dick, "Let's go and tell the girls!" The four of us were roaring with laughter in the shopping mall, passers-by doubtless wondering what the big joke was when Mr Hardon walked past, clearly recognising Rob and me. If looks could have killed you would not be reading this. We had obviously spoiled his afternoon of fun! The girls decided they had had enough shopping so we took the short drive to the pub. The Orange Tree had been gradually extended and modernised without loss of its olde-worlde charm. We had an excellent leisurely, late lunch and were surprised at the many others doing likewise and were back home as darkness was falling about 4pm. I am not sure where the evening went to! George came remind me about Tim, after half an hour or more Gladys came to see where he had got to, tea and cake later they were still there when Hannah rang and had a long conversation with Alison and Sarah; of course Gladys couldn't leave until she had said goodbye to Alison and wished her well for the baby! Anyway, after all that, the girls left Rob and I with a drink and went to pack Rob and Alison's bags for their return next day. We talked about mother; it was a very long way for Rob to visit her but I expected to be spending some time in our Cardiff and Bristol offices, making it relatively easy for me to drop in from time to time whilst en route. When the girls had finished I made cocoa for us all and toasted the forthcoming babies and was a little surprised when Alison led a short prayer for Mother. That led to a four-way hug and some tears but Rob said he was sure she would do her very best to welcome the new arrivals and to be at the Christenings. With that we went to bed. Again, I was awakened about 7:30am; it was still dark; Sarah was playing with my rampant cock, this time the real Sarah! But after a few minutes kissing and cuddling, I was despatched to make the morning tea for us all and was in the kitchen doing so, in all my naked glory, when Rob arrived on the same mission, similarly dressed. Sarah was in the bathroom when I got back but emerged just as Rob and Alison came in to our room, with only Alison's, flimsy nightie between them. We all sat on the bed, and drank our tea, without an ounce of embarrassment, talking about how we had enjoyed the last week, saddened only by Mother's illness, then had another slightly tearful, naked huddle. With the 'bumps' getting in the way of a really close huddle and the topic soon changed to which baby would pop out first and a debate on the genders. Alison wanted a boy to balance the three girls and two boys her older siblings had, Sarah thought a girl would be good as Mother only had her two grandsons. But, wait and see was the watchword, none of us really cared so long as they were both healthy. The pregnancies had so far been completely without incident, in fact last time Sarah had a check-up Clare jokingly asked why she bothered to come! I felt a hand fondling my slightly engorged prick. After enjoying it for a few moments, I caught hold of the hand; nobody was more surprised than Alison, "Oh! I thought it was Rob's," she said. "You mean you can't tell one brother from the other!" Sarah replied. "Well, I must admit to being mistaken, the first time ever, I think! I'll have to study their pubic grooming next time!" The huddle broke up in laughter, with smoochy kisses for our wives and them giving our semi-erect cocks a quick shake. A few minutes later, now fully dressed, we were downstairs enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Sarah and I washed up while Alison and Rob finished packing their bags, ready for an early getaway. Rob came down first with their suitcase in one hand and a bottle of my favourite malt whisky in the other. "Thank you for the hospitality," he said handing it to me, "we really have enjoyed the week together." "Well, thank you very much but you really needn't have bothered, you are more than welcome here whenever you like." "And you two, or even three, are welcome in Consett whenever you like. Thanks for having us," Alison said as she came down with their other bits and pieces. "Thank you," Sarah said. "We will go and see mother in a couple of weeks and keep you updated. Nick will be going to Cardiff and Bristol for work and he will call in whenever he can, perhaps stay over with David and Hannah." "And perhaps get to know how to handle kids at the same time!" Nick added. Rob took the stuff out to the car, the girls had a little chat about who would be first, then after another little huddle, Gladys and George came out, Gladys all soppy about the babies, wishing Alison well and a safe journey, before all four of us waved to her and Rob. It was about 11am and with luck they would be home around three, allowing for a stop or two. "All set for your visitors then, Gladys?" I asked. "I am all organised to pick them up, 4:30 Tuesday afternoon isn't it?" "That's right, I am so excited, I really like Heidi, I speak on the phone to one of them almost every day but they won't tell me anything about the wedding plans yet!" "I guess we shall hear more about that in the next day or two. I hope it's not until the baby is here, though," Sarah said. "Oh, I am sure it won't be that soon, it'll be too cold for summer frocks until May, weddings must have summer frocks," Gladys said. "OK, we'll see you tomorrow, then." We spent the next couple of hours doing a few chores, setting the washing machine going and the like before having a snack lunch. It was a lovely sunny afternoon and we decided to go for a walk in the woods for an hour or so. The sunshine had brought out a lot of other people anxious to work off a little of their Christmas excesses, as well as the inevitable dog walkers carrying their poop scoops and plastic bags. Notably, there were no vehicles parked in the lay-by or even lone men lurking with no apparent purpose. We actually spent most of our time talking to people we knew and some we didn't; It was amazing how an advanced state of pregnancy immediately becomes a talking point - more so with the possibility of it being a leap day baby! We were out for over two hours and both gasping for a cup of tea when we got back; Sarah collapsed into an armchair and by the time I had made it, she was sound asleep. I drank mine, zapped hers in the microwave before waking her as gently as I could. She woke with a start, "Oh, the tea! I was dreaming that I had the baby on my lap, a little girl," she said. "Not yet, give it another seven or eight weeks yet, and I say it'll be a boy!" "Well one of us will be wrong!" she said, just as the telephone rang. It was Rob; they had arrived safely at home. Alison had slept most of the way and was now bustling about the house unpacking the bags, loading the washing machine and the like. Sarah spoke to her for a good twenty minutes; anyone would think they hadn't spoken to each other for weeks! I spent an hour or so checking over my work e-mails and reminding myself of the details of a short meeting I had to go to on Monday morning. Although officially off work until after the New Year, some things just have to be done if you work for a 24 hour service industry! Neither of us wanted to eat very much so we just snacked through a couple of mediocre post-Christmas TV shows before having an early night, going to bed about 9:30pm. We contented ourselves with some cuddling and nuzzling, Percy got a few tweaks to excite him but soon lost his ego when Sarah gave me a final kiss and rolled over to go to sleep! NOTE: This series started as a couple of instalments centred on brotherly love but has developed into a longer saga and is still to be continued! If you have enjoyed it, please consider making a donation to the costs of keeping Nifty going and if you have any comments on my story, I would love to hear from you!