Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2014 09:09:51 -0000 From: Naked Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 49 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. * * * * Nearly two weeks into the new environment, our family routine was pretty well settled by the time Rob, Alison and Miriam arrived around midday on the Thursday. Doreen still popped round quite often and insisted she had to see the 'other new baby' and at the same time provided an excellent 'late lunch' for us all. Ken and Miriam seemed to acknowledge each other and both knew their mothers and rejected their aunts! Gladys and George popped in to see them together, as did a few other neighbours. George mentioned that Tim wanted to speak to me about the wedding - of course, no problem, give me a ring. I had spoken to Hannah, David and Mother quite frequently over the previous week or so. Mother seemed to be making decent progress and was actually quite active. Hannah had wanted her to stay in the bungalow to make it easier to keep an eye on her, but she had insisted on being with Dad and he wouldn't move from the farm. One couple and the baby would stay two nights in the bungalow and the other at the farm, but all meals would be with Hannah and David. The evening baby routines worked more or less independently with our en-suite bathrooms after Rob and I had showered before retreating in our dressing gowns to the lounge and a bottle of Chateau Maurine! I was still scratching at my itchy groin, Rob said his was more or less better now and opened his dressing gown to show me a decent regrowth of his pubic hair. A brotherly scuffle ensued during which we massaged each other's prickly balls and our pricks began to react. One thing led to another and before long he was on his knees with my dick in his mouth! Sarah must have looked in a few minutes later after her shower, and found us on the carpet in the 69 position, then called Alison. Suddenly, with the babies sound asleep upstairs, there were four naked bodies writhing on the floor! With mouths and boobs and pricks and balls and hands and legs everywhere, I have no idea who did what to whom or how long our cavorting lasted, but more or less simultaneously I heard four groans of relief and relaxation. Four bodies, naked as nature intended, sticky with our sweat and other bodily fluids, rolled apart on to our discarded dressing gowns, stretched briefly and came together again in a post-orgasmic huddle, arms and legs firmly intertwined. After several minutes of total relaxation, Alison broke our trance, "After that, I guess we all need another shower!" she said. We disentangled ourselves into a standing huddle; four chests pressed firmly together, a hand caressing my groin. Rob said "Who is playing with my balls?" "Would I do that?" Alison responded, followed by Sarah saying "Well, I think they're Nick's I've got hold of, they're a bit prickly!" Rob and I both kissed our wives, long and hard, and then our sisters-in-law briefly, before breaking apart. Carrying our dressing gowns, we went up to the bathrooms, kissing goodnight as we paired off, Sarah and me to one, Rob and Alison to the other, but not before the mums had checked on their babies. I can't speak for the others, but Sarah and I had a long smoochy shower together, dried ourselves off and went naked to bed. It seemed only moments before we fell into a deep sleep, firmly clutched in each other's arms. Sarah was awakened a couple of times to feed her hungry son, but I slept through until the alarm clock sounded at 7:30am, evidently in spite of her tweaking my wedding tackle on each occasion! Surprisingly, we were all up, breakfasted, packed, and ready to go before ten o'clock that Friday morning, everything stowed, including the babies. Mother had called earlier to make sure we were still coming! It was about a two hour journey and the girls thought we would not need a 'baby-stop' en route but we settled on a 'just-in-case' location, Strensham Services at the M5/M50 junction. We did, in fact, stop there, largely because Rob and I wanted to 'pump the bilges.' Of course, the tiny babies attracted much attention, being taken for twins whilst either of the mothers was 'powdering her nose'! Alan was waiting at the farm gate when we arrived about 12:30 on a beautifully sunny late winter day. After opening and closing the gate for us, he ran the 100 yards or so to the bungalow to alert his mother. Dad and David emerged from the nearby farm buildings, Hannah brought Brian out on her arm with Mother following along looking quite sprightly. Rob and I embraced her warmly, a modern practice with which neither she nor we were totally comfortable. Characteristically, Dad said "Let's be seeing the young 'uns, then." Having slept all the way, they were both stirring as Rob and I lifted their carriers out of our cars. Both grandparents were clearly delighted. Mother said "We'll have to take that walk, after dinner." Hannah, Rob and I all caught each other eyes but said nothing. "Right, Mum, you're on!" I said. "Dinner's on the table," Hannah said, "Cold home-grown beef, salad and new potatoes, nothing to spoil if the new Mums have babies to attend to!" Both mothers decided they would feed the babies first, Alan observing that "Mummy only suckles Brian at night now." Mother was clearly anxious to get out and about; Alison and Sarah clearly recognised that and decided against the pudding, mother's home-made apple tart and custard, saying they would have it later. Mother wanted to see the cows and Alan offered to lead the way, adding that the new bull might be having a ride; she gave him a funny look but said nothing. There followed a procession, Sarah and Alison, then Dad, Rob and I with the push chairs and David carrying Brian. Mother showed little sign of tiring after the 15 or 20 minute slightly uphill stroll to the field where the cattle were. Alan sounded disappointed to report that the bull was only eating grass! Having 'seen the cows', Mother decided it was time to go back for a cup of tea, her cure for all ills! As we sat round the kitchen table in the farm house, Hannah said "There are two single beds in the room here and two in my spare bedroom. It would save moving all the baby stuff if the boys slept here and the Mums and babies at the bungalow." Alison was quick to answer, "I am sure the boys can do without their home comforts for just one night." Rob and I looked at each other, "Do you think we can manage on our own?" he said. "You'd be surprised what he can manage on his own," Alison quickly answered. Hannah gave David a quizzical look but neither said anything. "Sounds like everything is sorted then," I said, glancing at Rob. We all carried on talking amongst ourselves; it was a rare occasion to have us all together, farming, our jobs, the economy, the village, the countryside were just a few of the subjects of conversation. Mother kept looking at the babies and talking to Alan about his little brother and two new cousins. She was clearly in a reflective mood. Suddenly she said, "I know you've arranged the Christenings for my birthday on Easter Sunday. Whatever happens to me, whenever it happens, you must go ahead as planned. I told Peter so when he came to see me in hospital the other day and I meant it." This was an instance of 'Mother's Law' which had to be obeyed at all times without question! "Mother ." I started to say. "No, I won't hear of it, my days are numbered, I've had a good life, I know you'll be sad to see me go but it won't be the end of the world. You will all have your own lives to lead." "Mother, I was going to say that Easter Sunday is an important festival of our faith. It marks the first resurrection and if it marks yours as well, then so be it. We will commemorate your life for what you have done, for us and for so many others. If you are there, we will celebrate the milestone in your life, there are millions of people in the world who will never get anywhere near sixty." Before she could reply Rob added, "It's only a month or so away and I am sure you will be there. If, by chance, you are not, Nick is right; we shall honour you and your wishes." "That is understood, then. I am getting a bit tired now and it will be dark soon, we had better get back home. Milwyn, come along. We'll see you two boys later, it is Nick's old room; you know the way if we have gone to bed. I'll see the rest of you in the morning. I've enjoyed meeting the little ones." The three girls were a bit tearful, Alan looked puzzled; David said nothing. Hannah said "Let's have a cup of tea," and promptly put the kettle on. "I hope I can be that positive when my time comes," David eventually said. Alan climbed on his knee and said "I don't want Grandma to die, Dad." "None of us do but she is very, very ill and nobody lives forever. I am sure she is going to be around for a while longer yet." The suggested 'cup of tea' turned into a full farmhouse tea, sandwiches, cakes, pies, you name it and the mood lightened considerably. "I spoke to the specialist on Monday, he reckons on three months minimum but if she has another setback she could go anytime, if not treated quickly," Hannah said. "After the last episode I persuaded him to remove the DNR tag she made the hospital put on her records." We were so engrossed in the chatter that I am surprised the Mums didn't forget to attend to their babies - but they didn't. Rob and I accompanied David on his last rounds of the farm buildings and when we got back showed us the covert video recordings of our patrol, adding that countryside crime was rapidly becoming a major issue. The girls had cocoa and the men a generous slug of David's whisky before Rob and I made our way to the farmhouse with our overnight bags. Mum and Dad had evidently gone to bed but we made our way up to my old room, now sporting an en suite bathroom unlike the single shared bathroom we used to have - just as well, seeing that I had forgotten my pyjamas. "Left bed or right?" I asked. "You mean we need both?" "Well, I've got no pyjamas; they are in Sarah's bag." Me neither, Alison packed mine." I was already stripped to my CKs and Rob to the black DKNY briefs he favoured. "I'm for first the bathroom; I'm bursting for a pee," he said, discarding the briefs. "When a man's got to go a man's got to go." I joined him, naked and both let fly with our hands off. "I reckon shaven pubes make dicks look a good inch longer," Rob added, "even if they do get a bit itchy!" As his flow diminished, he shook off the last few drops from his tool, and then stroked it gently several times. As I dribbled to a finish and did the same, he joked about two grown men standing naked at the toilet stroking their dicks! When I woke next morning, sporting my morning glory and bursting for a pee, the bathroom door was ajar and the shower running. Rob had his back to me as I went naked into the bathroom, only spotting me as I took aim for the toilet. He beckoned me to join him in the double shower, no prizes for guessing what he was up to, and since stiff dicks won't pee, I joined him! I soon caught up with him as we managed to dump our loads pretty well simultaneously. "I wonder when 'tossing off' became 'wanking' or is it different?" I mused. "Same result is all that matters!" Rob answered. After a quick wash and shave, we got dressed and walked over to the bungalow, where everyone, including mother, was already enjoying breakfast! "Here they come, the sleepy heads," Dad said, using an expression of his I had not heard for many years. "Something like that," I said, "it was a hard day yesterday. I meant what I said, Mother. I want to see you at the Christening, I am sure you will be there but if by chance you are not, we will still make it a celebration, a real day to remember." "I know, I know," she replied, "I was a bit down yesterday. I should have been looking forward to meeting these babies; instead I was too busy thinking I would never see them grow up. Come on, have some breakfast, the bacon was reared just down the road, old Ed Thomas's son has the farm now." "I remember Ed; I got the blame when John Grundy tied his dog's lead to its tail. He was not very happy." "Neither was the dog!" Rob added. Alan clearly took note of the prank . After the hearty farm style breakfast, David loaded us all except Hannah and Brian into the Range Rover for a drive round the farm and then the village, where we happened to meet the vicar, Peter. He too was looking forward to his usual Easter services enhanced by our special celebrations. Then it was back to the bungalow for lots of photographs, babies, cousins, parents and grandparents. Mother only once said she hoped it would not be our last opportunity together. After Hannah's splendid lunch, we took our leave about 2:00pm for the drive home, arriving home soon after four. Just as we left, Alan presented Rob and me with envelopes from Dad, informing Rob that he was glad he now had boy and girl cousins, and that he knew the difference - boys wore blue, girls wore pink! The kettle was on within seconds of us getting home; Gladys was ringing the doorbell before it boiled! She had had a parcel delivery for us, but her real reason was to make sure we had all made our journey safely; I couldn't help but compare her kindly soul with that of my mother. Over her second cup of tea, she gently enquired about mother. "Well, she's fine for the moment and really enjoyed her new grandchildren, but it is only a matter of time, perhaps not much time. I convinced her she would be at the Christenings next month, though. Why don't you and George come too - Easter Sunday, mother's birthday?" They had met Mum and Dad a number of times and got on well together; of course they knew Frank and Doreen as well. "That would be nice, I'll talk to George. By the way, Tim will call you tonight about the wedding, about seven, he said. Anyway, I'd better be going now George will be waiting for his tea." The parcel turned out to be baby things from Thierry and J-P, mostly samples of the latest pharmaceutical and cosmetic preparations. There were yet more cards to open and we found that Dad and Mum had enclosed generous cheques with theirs. The baby routine was already so well-honed that both were fed, changed and ready for bed in no time after Gladys left. We decided that we were so well fed that we needed no more than another cup of tea and some of Doreen's cake to keep us going. Tim did indeed call soon after seven; he wanted to arrange his wedding to Heidi for August 21st, just outside Copenhagen with a service of Blessing near Stockholm on the 28th and another the following week either in Newcastle or the Midlands. I couldn't resist it, "You'll be shagged out after three wedding nights in a fortnight!" I said. A female voice in the background said "He's getting plenty of practice in already!" I hadn't realised he was on a speakerphone and that Heidi was there and had to apologise for my use of the vernacular! Ignoring the banter, Tim carried on by saying Heidi had family connections in SAS and they would arrange air tickets for the four of us. I wasn't cheeky enough to remind him - or perhaps Gladys hadn't told him - that we were now six! We chatted for a while about their jobs, how they enjoyed living in Sweden - except for the impossible language, Tim joked! Alison and Sarah went off to bed about eight, Rob and I decided on 'just one' night-cap and followed soon after, only to find them still chattering in the guest room, their bosoms prominent in their sheer night attire, with the babies sound asleep in their cots. "Come along dear," Rob said, "it's a long journey tomorrow!" What he really meant was 'I want my hand-job before we go off to sleep!' With that, I picked up the nearest cot and set off for our room. Only when Sarah came along a few moments later did we realise that I had the wrong baby - boys don't wear pink night attire! Sarah quickly sorted that out while I stripped off and went to our bathroom for my ablutions; I emerged, naked, a few minutes later to find Sarah apparently asleep in bed. I slid in on my side, turned off the light and settled down for sleep. A minute or two later I felt a hand on my knee, moving up my thigh, stroking my balls and finally grasping Percy, by now beginning to respond! I lay still, feigning sleep, as the stroking continued, as my organ grew and stiffened but had to take the wodge of tissues Sarah thrust into my hand! To avoid waking Cen, I resisted the usual yell of pleasure as I reached my climax, but instead kissed Sarah long and hard! After a few more minutes kissing and cuddling, we rolled apart and drifted off to sleep. Sarah was still sleeping soundly when I rolled out of bed next morning. Clad only in my dressing gown, I was in the kitchen making the morning tea when Rob crept up behind me, reached round and grabbed my dick, "Get your hand-job last night then?" he asked, just as I was about to turn round and with a kiss for Sarah. "What do you think? How about you, you didn't wake the baby, did you?" "No, we kept it quiet for a change; we have to be careful these days!" Alison is not awake yet, is Sarah up?" "No, we'll both be going without this morning; we might get caught if we do it ourselves!" I glanced at the slight tenting of Rob's dressing gown and Percy was not exactly dormant. Just at that moment, Sarah appeared at the kitchen door, also in her dressing gown. Alison soon joined us, similarly clad, and we all chatted over morning tea in the kitchen. We must have spent half an hour putting the world to rights before the girls decided they ought to attend to their offspring. Rob and I, both naked and displaying our shaven pubes, shared the 'family' bathroom, with no more than a few tweaks of each other's dangling tools as we washed and shaved while our wives used the two en-suites for their ablutions. During a leisurely breakfast together, we decided to repeat the travelling arrangements at Easter for the triple-Christening and Birthday celebrations, just a month later. Rob and Alison would travel down on Good Friday and then all of us would go to the farm on Saturday and come back on Monday, leaving Sunday free for what we expected to be a big celebration! After Rob, Alison and Miriam, (yes, they checked they had the right baby!) left about 10:00am aiming for a couple of brief stops and to be home around 2:30 or 3:00pm. We busied ourselves with household chores, I was even allowed to look after Ken for half an hour or so while Sarah went to the local shops; he didn't even whimper! Of course, he had to be closely inspected when she returned! A call from Rob just after 3:00pm confirmed that they had arrived home safe and sound and that the kettle was on! We gradually adjusted our routines to fit around Ken's needs and really were amazed with the progress of our 'new' baby over the following weeks. Sarah had very quickly got used to the addition to our family and her additional chores - no more sudden, unplanned popping out to the shops, either! I had stretched my two weeks paternity leave a little by working some half-days in the second and third weeks and was back at work in the fourth week, though trying to avoid late finishes and excessive travel.