Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 10:51:34 -0000
From: Naked Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 46

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.

* * * *

Sarah and I had both become quite twitchy as February drew towards its
close.  Every slight discomfort Sarah felt might be the first signs of the
impending birth.  Every time my office phone rang, it might be Sarah calling
me home.  But then, at 6:30am on Wednesday 25th February 2004 we were
awakened by a call from Rob.  He had just taken Alison to the Maternity
Unit!  Every time my phone rang that morning, before I picked it up the
thought went through my mind, was it Rob or Sarah?  It wasn't until I was
having lunch that Sarah rang my mobile, something she normally never did,
preferring to text me in case I was busy - was I going to need my blue
lights, I thought?  No, it was a false alarm, she broke the news that Alison
and Rob had a daughter, mother and baby both doing well, to which my
response apparently was, "It's your turn next!"

After a long smoochy greeting to Sarah when I got home that evening, I had a
long conversation with Rob who was over the moon about what he called 'my
beautiful daughter', only ending the call when he realised that it was time
he should visiting Alison and the baby.  Both our mothers and Alison's
called to share the news and to see how Sarah was.  The reply was "nothing
to report!"

Thursday came; Alison and the as yet unnamed baby went home.  Sarah calmly
got on with those things she had to do.  Friday came; Alison and baby were
home, Sarah was amazingly relaxed, even playing with my morning woodie
before I got up and then making the tea while I was in the shower.  I called
her a couple of times from work, 'stop worrying, I'm fine' was her message!

We had a light meal that evening; I made a few calls, while Sarah was still
completely relaxed.  She went to bed about nine, imploring me not to be
long.  She was in her nightie but still busying about after I had undressed
and washed.  She took the opportunity of a long smoochy kiss to rub the bump
against my groin, causing my cock to perk up.  She pushed me backwards
towards the bed, "Sit down", she commanded before struggling to her knees
and taking Percy into her mouth.  It was even more of a struggle to get to
her feet before she reversed towards me into the 'Hannah' position, letting
me steer my erection into her already moistened lips.

"Just a quickie", she said, "it might be the last for a while!"  Realising
her discomfort, I took her at her word and soon dumped my seed into her,
most of which dribbled down her legs as she stood and turned to kiss me.
After a rudimentary clean-up, we snuggled together in bed and slept soundly
until next morning, Saturday 28th of February.  After a shower together and
a light breakfast, Sarah went next door to see Gladys about something or
other while I did a few small chores.  When she wasn't back by 10:30 or so,
I went next door to find an impromptu coffee morning in progress, with
several of the neighbours.

Back at home about three o'clock, Sarah said she would have a wash, check
her 'ready-bag' and perhaps have a little rest.  She was sleeping soundly
when I looked in a couple of times.  I was just making a cup of tea about
five, planning to wake her, when she came downstairs with her bag and said
"OK, let's go, I've called the hospital.  There is no rush; it'll be a while
yet. We'll have the tea first."

George was outside when we left and doubtless rushed indoors to tell Gladys.
Even with the Saturday afternoon shopping traffic, it took only about twenty
minutes to get to the Maternity Department, get Sarah checked in and to the
small Labour ward.  I was given a pager, advised to get a cup of tea and a
sandwich in the waiting room, the midwife promising that I would be called
in due course.  I called Sarah's parents, Frank answered, an excited Doreen
soon took over; yes, of course I would call again as soon as there was any
news.  Then my parents, Dad answered; in spite of the excitement of my news,
I sensed immediately that he was worried.  "Mother was so excited about her
first granddaughter, but she is not too good today", he blurted out, "don't
worry, call me when there is any news", and promptly hung up.  I called
Hannah, Alan answered, "Hello, Uncle Nick.  Grandma is not very well, she is
just going to the hospital in a van with blue lights on, but she is not
going to die.  Mummy will be back soon and I have got a new girl cousin."
The innocence of his childhood brought tears to my eyes.

"Thanks, Alan, ask Mummy to call me on my mobile when she gets back."

"OK" he said innocently as he hung up.

I decided not to call Rob until I knew more about mother.  There was no
point in worrying him at this stage.  My pager went off, not already, I
thought!  No, Sarah was settled in and wanted to see me for a while, the
midwife said all was well and I should go home for a couple of hours, they
would call me in plenty of time.  I decided not to tell the rather sleepy
Sarah about mother, kissed her au revoir and went home, where I felt
completely at a loose end.  Gladys popped round briefly; I called Dad, there
was no reply; I called Rob, Alison answered, they were over the moon about
their as yet unnamed daughter.  I told her about Sarah, but I couldn't tell
her about Mother until I knew more.  I needed to talk so I updated Doreen
about Sarah, then spoke to Frank about Mother, sharing what little I knew.

For no particular reason, I decided to have a shower.  Standing naked under
the jets, I thought of the number of times I had shared the double-size
shower with Sarah, a thought which caused my cock to stir.  One thing led to
another and before I knew it, I had a full blown hard on and was tossing
myself off, imagining that I was deep inside Sarah, about to hear her groan
of satisfaction.  Instead, the phone rang; it was Hannah.  Mother was in
Hereford County Hospital with pneumonia, a typical consequence of her
cancer; the next 24 hours would be crucial but the doctors were optimistic.

I told Hannah that Sarah was in the Solihull Maternity Unit, but no news
yet.  She replied that Mother so pleased to have a granddaughter and
desperately wanted to see both babies, implying that time might be of the
essence.  I said I would call Rob with the good news and the bad.  I was
pretty well dry, dick unsatisfied, when we finished talking and rang Rob
immediately.  Alison answered, I congratulated her again and asked the name
of the baby (still undecided!) and told her about Sarah before asking to
speak to Rob.  I heard Alison tell him about Sarah, so my opening words were
"Rob, I'm afraid there is some bad news as well, Mother is in hospital with
pneumonia.  Dad is pretty upset but Hannah is reasonably optimistic."  There
was a long pause before he answered.

"I spoke to her on Thursday, she was so excited to hear about our baby but I
thought she didn't sound very well.  When did she go in?"

"A couple of hours ago, I rang to tell them about Sarah, Dad was clearly
upset so I rang Hannah and Alan told me that 'Grandma is not very well, she
is just going to the hospital in a van with blue lights on, but she is not
going to die'."  There was another long pause; Rob and I were both in tears,
as much about Alan's childhood innocence as Mother's illness.

Rob eventually said he would ring Hannah first and then speak to Dad, I
would have my plate full but he would call me back soonest.  With that we
hung up, I finished drying myself and clad only in a clean pair of Calvin
Kleins went downstairs to make coffee.  I needed a stiff gin and tonic but
with having to drive that was out of the question!

Eight o'clock, no news!  Nine o'clock, no news!  I decided I would call if
there was nothing by half-past.  As I was about to pick up the phone, it
rang; the nurse said there was nothing to report  yet, everything was fine,
just a bit slow,  The birth might be a couple of hours yet.  She suggested
that I might like to go in to be with Sarah and I readily agreed.  Rob
called just as I was leaving, Hannah was with Mother who seemed to be a
little better and she had told her about Sarah; Dad was with David and the
boys.

When I got to the hospital, Sarah seemed rather tired but pleased to see me.
Of course her first question was if I had told all the family.  I truthfully
answered that they all knew, then added that Mother was 'not too well', to
use Dad's understatement and that she, too, was in hospital.

"She so wants to see the babies, I do hope it won't be a case of a life lost
as another begins."

"I am sure it won't, dear," I blurted out without much confidence and with
tears in my eyes again.

Sarah winced with a sudden pain.  I looked at my watch, 10:15pm and it was
only then that I remembered the date.  It looked like our baby might be
going to have rather infrequent birthdays!  It was then that the nurse came
in and I mentioned the date.  "Some people ask us to fiddle the time of
birth," she said, "especially at New Year, but we will never do that."  She
checked Sarah over, "No problems, nature will take its course.  I've never
been on duty on February 29th before so it could be a first for me too!"

I sat with Sarah for another hour or so before she sent me to have a coffee.
When I came back, it seemed to me like a major panic, but according to the
midwife, all absolutely normal, just a bit sudden.  "Not squeamish, are you?
We don't want you passing out on us!"

"I'm OK, I've seen lots of lambs and calves pop out on the farm.  I want to
see my baby arrive in the world!"

First the head, then two tiny hands, suddenly most of the torso, then the
hips, finally two little legs slipped out from between Sarah's raised legs.
The nurse deftly cut the umbilical cord, slapped the baby gently on its
back, there was a little yell as she turned it over, exposing its tiny willy
for all to see.

"Well done, Sarah, you have a son; you too, Nick," she looked up at the
clock on the wall, then the watch at her breast, "It's 12:16am, I believe,"
she said, handing the little boy to Sarah, who was clearly delighted.  I
gave her a hug and gently touched my son's little hands and his stubby nose.
I couldn't believe he was real!

"He looks fine to me, but we'll just give him the once over and weigh him,"
the nurse said, gently taking him from Sarah.  I held Sarah's hands while he
was gone; I think she was just a little bit worried until he was brought
back five minutes later, wrapped in a white blanket.

"Seven pounds, eleven ounces," the nurse said, "and looks to me as near
perfect as they come.  It's a pity his birthday won't come round very often
but I expect you'll find a way of dealing with that!  He's likely to be the
only one born here today, we'll probably have the Press here in the morning.
He could be famous!  Nick, you go home now and get some sleep.  By the way,
Paul in your office is my husband, do you mind if I tell him?"

I had noticed that her name badge carried his slightly unusual surname, but
had given thought little to it. "Not at all, he would probably find out on
Monday anyway, so you can do better than the grapevine on this occasion!"
Paul was actually one of our most unflappable service technicians - pretty
much like his wife!

"Lovely, I am off duty at six in the morning, Lucy will be in charge
tomorrow, I suggest you come in about nine and she will probably organise
the discharge.  Off you go, I'll finish up here and then Sarah can get some
well-deserved sleep."

I took her hand, kissed her on both cheeks, "Thank you very much for
everything.  I do hope you'll be here for our next one!"

"Thank you, Nick, but be careful around the end of May next time!"

It took a moment for that message to register.  Sarah was dozing off and
missed it.  I gave her another hug and a kiss, "I'll be here in the morning;
then we'll have to think seriously about names."

It took only a few minutes to get home.  No sooner was I indoors that the
phone rang.  It was Gladys, obviously wanting to be the first to know and
was over the moon with our news.

"He will only be ten when I am seventy," I added.  She was baffled for a
moment.

"You mean he was born this morning, February 29th?

"That's it, not so many birthdays to cope with!"

"Well, you can cope with that, we're so pleased everything is alright.
George will be pleased. No name yet, I suppose?"

"No, not yet," I replied, "I'll talk to you in the morning.  Good night."  I
didn't want to discuss my mother's illness at that time, especially as I had
no idea how she now was.  There were no messages on my phones, which I took
as a good omen.  I locked up, went upstairs, stripped naked and after a
quick trip to the bathroom, fell into bed and was asleep in no time!