Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 18:02:12 +0100 From: Naked Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 44 Chapter 44 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. * * * * After dinner, we relaxed for a while, watching the TV news, after which Sarah sat beside me on the settee, looking intently at the PowerPoint slides on my laptop, asking a question or making a comment from time to time, most of which I added to the slides. After an hour or so, she was becoming visibly tired so I suggested that I made a hot drink and she went up to bed while I finished my work. When I brought the drinks from the kitchen she said "Thank you, I'll take it up with me, don't be too long or I may be asleep." After ten or fifteen minutes, I had flipped through the twenty or so slides and was happy that there were no glaring errors and decided I would give them a last 'once-over' next morning, before closing down and locking up. By the time I had got upstairs, Sarah was sound asleep, in her short, almost transparent nightie, covered only by a single sheet, her cocoa undrunk beside the bed. I undressed, went to the bathroom and was soon in bed, naked beside her and asleep moments later. I awoke next morning when Sarah came into the bedroom with two mugs of tea, her short nightie aching over the bump, her neatly trimmed quim peeping from beneath it. I gently stroked my woodie under the sheet, "That's enough of that, you haven't got time!" she said handing me my tea and sitting on the bed beside me. I pulled her gently towards me and kissed her lips, her tits and her belly before nuzzling between her open legs to savour the sweet smell of her womanhood and then swung myself round to sit beside her as we drank our tea. The next couple of days flew by, mostly routine things but I felt I was being tested to some extent with a few questions coming from Winchester about my reorganisation and the service standards we were providing to two of our major customers. Sarah still seemed a bit tired on Tuesday when I got home but after another early night and no hanky-panky, she was in fine form on Wednesday and had a splendid meal virtually ready when I got home. After clearing up and watching the TV news we had an early night and after quite a long smoochy session we had a very satisfying coupling, starting in the Hannah position, both of us repeatedly getting close to our climaxes before Sarah lifted herself off my rigid member, turned to give me a slobbering kiss with our tongues repeatedly darting in and out of each other's mouths. Finally she turned away from me, put her hands flat on the dressing table and stuck her bum towards me. I got up from the bed, put my hands on her waist and gently guided my throbbing prick into her pussy, straight in and deep. My knob engaged in her cervix, it was all I could do to hold back, I pulled back and thrust forward hitting the mouth of her womb again, engaging my glans in its sphincter before pulling back again. I thrust forward again and as my prick hit her muscular ring again, my ball sac tightened, I shot my load deep inside her as we both screamed in climax. I could feel Sarah wobbling, her legs had turned to jelly, I held her firmly has I stepped back, my prick still engaged, and sat on the bed, pulling her to sit on to my thighs. Breathless, we rested there until my cock softened and fell out of her cunt. She pulled me sideways into the spoons position on the bed where we lay quietly before we both fell into our post-coital slumbers, two sweaty, undressed, uncovered bodies, totally at ease. Again next morning, I was awakened by Sarah bringing our morning tea. Her early morning need to pee was providing the opportunity for her to make the tea, but even more importantly, the chance for an early morning kiss and cuddle before I left her alone for the day. The tea drunk, our snogging completed we got into the shower together and washed each other from top to toe. As we were dressing, Sarah said, "It's your first run at the presentation today isn't it? I hope everything goes well." "It will," I said, "but first I have to decide who to appoint as my number two, Steve or Peter. This is going to be tricky. I am seeing them this morning both together and then separately." "I wish you the best of luck," she said, with just a hint of sarcasm. She knew both men vaguely; Peter was the more senior but a bit inclined to panic in an emergency. Steve on the other hand was more rational but had been known to rub senior management up the wrong way and I had had to speak to him about that on more than one occasion. We mulled over the options over breakfast and I came to a conclusion. I got my bits and pieces together, kissed Sarah goodbye and went off to work, a little earlier than usual. When I had gone through the overnight log and both men had had time to settle down and clear any problems they might have from overnight, I called them in; they knew, of course, what was coming. After talking to them for a while, it became clear to me that they had been discussing the position. Neither man really wanted the job! I made my move, "Steve, I want you to head up Technical Administration, sales support and the day to day control of the engineering side of our business. Peter, I want you to be Head of Operations, managing the control room and field staff activities. How does that sound?" Neither man spoke. Then Steve said, "Well, Nick, we talked about this last week. Neither of us wanted to be your number two, what you have just told us is exactly the conclusion we came to." "You must have been listening at the keyhole!" Peter said in an uncharacteristic attempt at humour. "Well, I wasn't," I replied "but I am glad we all agree. Whenever I am away for any significant length of time, I will delegate one of you to act for me but I really want you to work together on this and I am sure you will. I have not discussed this with Tom yet and I may have a small problem with HR over moving both of you up a grade, but that is my battle. It should not be hard to win with the planned expansion of the business. Any questions?" "Just one," Peter looked at Steve, "after all the problems Christine has had during her pregnancy, we were told on Monday that our baby has a very serious problem. We decided last night to have a termination. It is planned for tomorrow, I will need some time off, perhaps quite a lot; she is taking it very badly." I was completely taken aback, what would we have done if it had been ours? I was completely lost for words, I could feel tears welling up before I could eventually mutter "Please excuse me, I will talk to you again in a few minutes." I made directly for the toilets on the control room floor, knowing they were less used; I locked myself in a cubicle, sat on the seat and cried. When I eventually composed myself, I decided I needed a dump. As I unzipped my trousers and pushed them down with my CKs I gave Percy a tweak before lifting the lid, sitting down and taking a long shit, while thinking 'What if . ?.' Feeling more comfortable, I realised as I wiped my ass that I was getting a hard on; without thought, I started to wank, a married man, father-to-be, wanking in the bogs at work - whatever next? I soon shot my load, catching it in some tissue and flushed millions of little wrigglers down the pan. I could feel a wet patch as I pulled up my CKs and zipped my trousers but hoped it wouldn't seep though. As I was washing my hands, the control room supervisor came in, "Hello, Nick, what brings you here? No problems, I hope?" "No, Alan, just passing and needed the loo, everything OK with you?" "Yes, fine, all quiet this morning. "By the way, I have joined you in the baby club, due in June." "Congratulations," I said, near to tears again. "It seems to be infectious!" was all that I could manage. With that I left, asking Peter and Steve to re-join me in my office as I passed their desks. "Sorry about that, Peter of course, take all the time you need, my thoughts are with you and Christine. Steve and I will manage the ship. When you told me, I was struck for the first time with the thought, what would we have done if it had been our baby? It was a bit overwhelming, sorry about that." "That was exactly my thought when Peter told me this morning," Steve said, "it was a very difficult situation, especially with Sarah being pregnant." "Yes, it was, we have only six or seven weeks to go now. Peter, remember that the company medical insurance will kick in and cover any extra treatments Christine may need, or you for that matter. Thank you, both; remember, my door is always open." Both men stood up to leave my office, "I shall be announcing your promotions at the staff meeting just before lunch. I would like you to stay for that, Peter, but go home afterwards if you want, put it in as compassionate leave." "Thank you, Nick, I'll go home at lunch time." When they had left, I sat for several minutes, trying to gather my thoughts, comparing Christine's situation with the model pregnancies Sarah and Alison had enjoyed. I needed to talk, so I called Sarah and told her about Christine, not knowing that they had been in school together. She was momentarily shocked, but ever practical, she said "I'll give her a call, we used to be very good friends but sort of drifted apart. I did bump into her recently at the shops though and we had coffee together." "Good, idea, but I'd wait until this afternoon when Peter is home, I think, just in case." Sarah agreed and I gave her their home telephone number from my mobile. With that, I made the final changes to my presentation, adding Peter and Steve to the organisation chart. The staff meeting got off on the wrong foot with a lot of, seemingly justified, complaints about the way the Share Incentive scheme was working. I could not even begin to deal with the complex issues but noted it as my number one priority for after lunch. I asked all those affected to jot down the basic facts of their complaint and let me have them as soon as possible. I was as pissed off about it as them, the scheme was so complex that not even HR seemed to understand it! My presentation made a welcome change of atmosphere and the plans for expansion clearly put a lot of minds at ease after what had been a difficult time in our industry, though not so much in our company. We were large enough to survive but small enough to be innovative, and had done both during the dot com revolution. There were a few appreciative remarks, some token questions and I concluded by mentioning, with his permission, that Peter would be taking some time off for family reasons, asking everyone to co-operate as necessary. I wasn't quite prepared for the pile of papers I found on my desk after I had taken a short stroll at lunch time; all related to the shares issue. It took me only five minutes to determine firstly that I must have someone from HR in Winchester at my subsequent presentations - let them take the flak - and secondly, the scheme had to be sorted out, once and for all! One of the supervisors had worked out what he should have got and, more importantly, worked out how HR had worked out the much lower amount he did get. I called Jim in and suggested that I should delegate the problem to him to follow up with HR, a proposal with which he was happy to agree! I was determined to be home on time that day, and I was. Sarah had spoken to Christine who had told her that their biggest problem was making the decision about termination of the pregnancy, especially with the pressure of the looming legal deadline. Now it was decided, she was much calmer about it; they had had a long and useful conversation. Sarah was going to visit her after the operation. We then got into the 'what if' scenario; Sarah soon became tearful, I was nearly as bad, but we recovered after a good snogging session on the settee and then got down to preparing a quick dinner. Bedtime brought forth another long snog, naked this time, during which we explored all the nooks and crannies of each other's bodies as if we had never done so before! Suddenly Sarah rolled out of bed, leaned her elbows on the dressing table, her legs apart, her moistened lips protruding below her rosebud asshole. "Shag me, now!" she said. I pushed my half-erect prick into her slit, taking only a few strokes to get it to full mast. "Harder, harder!" she screamed, "but don't come yet!" We were both very close, I pulled out, I just managed to hold on to my load. "Hannah!" Sarah commanded, pushing me towards the bed, seconds later we were again joined at the hip, with Sarah bouncing up and down on my throbbing member. "Don't come!" Then it was back to the dressing table, I was back inside her, closer than ever to my climax. "Don't come!" she screamed again, pulling herself off my aching prick, dropping to her knees and taking it into her mouth. That was it, I shot spurt after spurt of red-hot spunk into her mouth. I fell back on the bed, Sarah alongside me; with a great slobbering kiss she passed the spunk to me. "Now, please, put it where it belongs!" It was a request, not a command, this time. She was lying on her back, her legs spread and dangling over the edge of the bed. I rolled onto the floor and in one movement buried my face in her crutch. With my mouth firmly on her love chute, her juices sticky on my cheeks, I expelled my spunk into her. "Tongue!" My tongue quickly found her rigid love-bud, stroked it and within seconds Sarah reached an almighty climax. My still erect prick pumped my balls dry as I came again, squirting the remaining spunk on to the carpet. Sarah pulled me towards her, we cuddled, both absolutely spent, on the bed. "That was wonderful," she said, "it's a long time since we had a real hard fuck like that. We shan't be able to do that again for a while." I could still taste the spunk on her lips as she kissed me hard before pulling the bed sheet over us. "The carpet can wait until tomorrow," she said as she put out the bedside light. I was awakened yet again by Sarah bringing the morning tea. "Shower time," she said as she took it into the bathroom. I rolled out of bed, my pecker pointing the way. Sarah was already in the shower, I pissed, shaved quickly and joined her. We lovingly washed each other down, Sarah paying special attention to my dangly bits whilst I felt the bump and our baby stirring within it. "What are you thinking?" she said. "How wonderful it is that we have a healthy baby and how dreadful today will be for Peter and Christine." "Me, too, I'll call her this evening then perhaps pop round tomorrow." We got dried, dressed and down to breakfast. Then it was off to work after a long kiss from Sarah, whose mood was somewhere between ecstatically happy for us and sad for Peter and Christine. It was a pretty routine day at work. Peter called me just before lunch. All was well with the operation but Christine was distressed that she had lost their son. She was resting but hoping to be discharged from hospital around mid-afternoon. After several attempts, I eventually got through to Sarah with the update; she had been on the phone to Alison for 45 minutes, babies took a lot of talking about! She was pleased Christine was alright said she would call her later. I agreed with the suggestion that we should go shopping that evening, leaving Saturday free. When I got home, Sarah was on the phone, "Well, I am sure we would have made the same decision, but I do appreciate how difficult it must have been for you." She was obviously talking to Christine; I went upstairs and changed out of my suit. By the time I was down, Sarah was in the kitchen making tea, pensive, but not upset after the phone call. She gave me a long kiss, not just the usual welcome peck, "Christine told me how very, very malformed their baby was, but the most upsetting bit for her was that the doctors left it so late to tell them. It must have been a very hard decision for her and Peter. What's he like, I think I've only met him once at your company dinner?" "He's pretty logical generally, a bit inclined to panic in a real crisis, could be better at making urgent decisions. I imagine he approached the termination issue very realistically, though. He was quite normal when we discussed the promotion issue yesterday, but on the verge of going to pieces as soon as he told me about the baby. My first reaction was 'what if it had been ours?' I nearly broke down myself." "How did you get round that?" "The only way I could, I went to the privacy of the Gents. I sat and cried, had a crap and goodness knows why, but I got a hard-on, so I tossed myself off." "You, the boss, a respectable, twenty-something, married man, father-to-be, wanking in the loo at work, whatever next?" Sarah asked. "It's a good job nobody else came in!" "It didn't do me any harm last night, did it?" I asked, trying to lighten the conversation a bit. "No, it definitely did not! But seriously, could we have made the same decision?" "I think so, but I hope we never have to. I'd rather you didn't talk to Alison or Rob about it though." After a long, slightly tearful cuddle, I said "Right, are we going to Sainsbury's or Tesco?" "Waitrose," she said, "their fish counter is better and the store is smaller. I haven't cooked so we can have a quick bite at the pub next door. Give me five minutes." Ten minutes later, we left for the short drive to the store, Sarah had her list all worked out so the shopping was done and were home in an hour and a half, having just had a main course and drink at the pub. She was clearly tiring by the time we had put the shopping away, so we sat watching television for a while and had our usual cocoa as a night cap before Sarah went up to bed. When I followed ten minutes later she was sorting out the washing, clad only in her usual flimsy, shorty nightie. As she bent over the pile of clothes on the bed my groin tingled at the sight of the luscious lips between her legs. I patted her bare bum and slid my middle finger between them, gently stroking her love bud. She stood up, kissed me, groped my wedding tackle, albeit I was still dressed, and said "Not tonight, I am absolutely whacked!" By the time I was out of the bathroom, she was sound asleep. As I slipped into bed, naked beside her, she did not stir.