Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 16:25:57 -0000
From: Naked Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 50

Keeping it in Family - Chapter 50

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 continued to adjust our routines to fit around Ken's needs and were still
amazed at his rapid progress, day by day.  Mother, too, seemed to be
improving; she admitted to feeling less tired and Hannah said she looked
much better.  Perhaps the babies had been the tonic she needed.  Sarah was
becoming more relaxed with Ken, even leaving Gladys in the charge of him for
short periods, popping out to the shops and the like.  Gladys of course
revelled in this!  Even before I was back at work full time, Frank and
Doreen came over every couple of days.  and I was still trying to avoid late
finishes and excessive travel.

The reason for Frank wanting a copy of Ken's birth certificate became
apparent when I received a letter from the local Building Society advising
me that an account containing a substantial sum had been opened in his name
by his grandparents.  After we had paid in Dad's cheque and various other
monies, he already had a sizeable amount of cash to his name!

Christine came round a couple of times, disappointed that she would not be
doing the Christening or even able to be there, though fully understanding
of the reasons for our decision.  The little package she left was not to be
opened until Easter Sunday!  We took Ken to church on Palm Sunday, when
Christine gave him special mention in her sermon and he woke just in time to
be the centre of attention outside in the warm sunshine after the service.

Sarah continued to cope splendidly looking after the baby and the household,
really taking it in her stride, though I took care of the shopping and
heavier housework.  I managed to do some work at home (and therefore get a
de facto extension of my paternity leave!  My sexual needs were well taken
care of, though not yet as fulfilling as they might be ..

In a re-run of their earlier visit, Rob, Alison and Miriam arrived with us
as planned soon after midday on Good Friday, a holiday for me.  Almost the
first thing Rob confided in me was that the health visitor had given Alison
the all-clear - but take it easy for a while longer -and they had made the
most of it the previous night!  Sarah's health visitor had called the day
before and said 'take it gently in another three or four days' time' - well,
Saturday at the farm was probably going to be a no-no and Sunday a bit
questionable, but ..

Rob and I decided to take a walk to stretch our legs after the more than
adequate lunch prepared by Sarah whilst I was left in charge of the sleeping
Ken.  Perhaps inevitably, we decided to walk through the woods towards the
main road.  Unsurprisingly on the warm, sunny afternoon there were several
cars and two lorries unattended in the lay-by.  As we took the longer route
back, we met a couple of slightly sheepish looking men, one giving us an
inviting look whilst fondling his crotch!  Further along, in one of the
clearings there was a little huddle of men, watching a man shagging doggy
style.  As we got closer, pretending interest in each other, we could see he
was doing a woman, her hands grasping her ankles, her skirt around her head.
A couple of other men had their dicks out and as the first man finished,
another took over and then a third.  "I'm getting a hard-on," Rob whispered.

"Me too," I said, "time to move on, I don't want to be picked up by Derek's
mates!"  We groped each other for effect, certainly attracting the attention
of a couple of the men, and moved off, towards home.  I recognised the
blonde haired man we met a little further along, "Hans, good afternoon, so
you still come here?"

"Not so often since I got the police caution, but my co-driver wanted a
break so I just took a walk today.  Who is this man like you, your twin
brother?"

 "Yes, just brothers, not twins," I replied, as we paused for a moment, "Do
you have a brother?"  He had told me before that he often travelled with his
brother.

"Yes, my twin, he is with me today as my co-driver for quicker servicing."

Yes, servicing, I thought, I saw your lorry in the lay-by and another blonde
man getting his end away a few minutes ago.  I wondered what the brothers
might get up to, together in the sleeper cab of the lorry.

"He's probably getting his end away, I'll see you again sometime soon," I
said as we walked on.

"An interesting encounter," Rob said as we got out of earshot.  "Is he the
porn DVD merchant you told me about?"

"Yes, and he likes giving or taking hand-jobs as well, perhaps more.  I
suspect he might be into drug running too, probably best avoided, works for
the unpronounceable Dutch equivalent of Eddie Stobart."

"You two have been a long time," Sarah said as she opened the door, "But you
must have known that I just put the kettle was on for tea."

"Well, it's a nice day; we had a good walk and a long brotherly chat."

"Your office called, you didn't take your mobile with you. Paul wants you to
call him about the Thames Valley system, Maidenhead.  He said you would know
about it."

"Yes, I do and I am going to have to send him there."

"That's what he said.  I'm glad it's not you going!" Sarah said.  Alison was
just making the tea.  I called Paul, yes, he should go; yes, I would
sanction his overtime payment; no, he couldn't use my blue lights.  It
wasn't that urgent, even in the Bank Holiday traffic, nor did I want to swap
my car for one from the pool for our trip to Herefordshire!

After Rob, Frank and I chewed the fat on all sorts of subjects in the lounge
while Sarah, Alison, Doreen and Gladys talked babies, weddings and the like
in the kitchen for a couple of hours before Sarah prepared our light supper,
after which the four of us chatted for a while, before the girls prepared
themselves and the babies for bed.  Rob and I had a nightcap and compared
the progress of our hair re-growth before joining the girls, by this time
clad only in their nighties, chatting in our bedroom.  Rob winked at me as
he went into their bathroom, saying he would have a shower in the morning.
I carried Miriam's cot as Alison joined him in their bedroom shortly
afterwards, by which time he was undressed.   I winked at him as he got into
bed naked as I left their bedroom.

 As I passed their bedroom a little later going down to make a hot drink for
Sarah, I noticed their door was slightly ajar and heard the unmistakeable
sounds of their love making, noises that were still going on when I
returned.  Back in our room, Sarah was sitting on the bed as I handed her
the drink and gave her a quick kiss.  "More later?" I said as I went to the
bathroom, also having decided to postpone my shower until morning.  By the
time I had done and stripped to my CKs, Sarah decided she wanted a pee.  I
discarded the CKs and slipped into bed, feigning sleep by the time she
returned.

Sarah slipped into the king size bed beside my naked body, discarding her
wrap-round nightie as she did so.  My prick was already beginning to give
the lie to my pretence of sleep before she started gently caressing my
balls, making its excitement all the more obvious!   After a minute or two
and without a word, she rolled me on to my back and moved to sit facing me,
astride my abdomen.  I could feel her moist pussy on my belly and my
hardening prick was now resting in her ass crack.  She lifted herself gently
on to my pole and then slowly eased it into her love-slit, already wet with
her juices.  It was all I could do not to climax there and then as she moved
slowly up and down on my prick.  I was surprised how firmly she could hold
my throbbing dick, so soon after delivering our near-eight pound baby; she
groaned, I shot my load, spurt after spurt, she leaned forward with her
bosoms on my chest and kissed me, saying "We took it gently, as directed,
back to normal before too long!"  She moved, presenting first one bosom and
then the other for me to sample her warm, sweet milk.

I slept through until the alarm clock sounded at 7:30am, Sarah having been
awakened a couple of times to feed our hungry son, but evidently in spite of
her tweaking my wedding tackle on each occasion, I did not stir!

Surprisingly, we were all up, breakfasted, packed and ready to go, with
everything stowed, including the babies, for what was almost a re-run of our
earlier trip, before ten o'clock on Saturday morning.  Mother had even
called earlier to make sure we were still coming!  Traffic was heavy, it
being Easter Saturday, so we stopped briefly at Strensham Services and
again, the tiny babies attracted much attention, being taken for twins
whilst either of the mothers was 'powdering her nose'!

Alan was again waiting patiently at the farm gate when we arrived; after
opening and closing it for us, he ran to the bungalow to call his mother.
David emerged from the nearby farm buildings, Hannah brought Brian out on
her arm.  Mum and Dad arrived a few minutes later, having also been alerted
by Alan to our arrival, with Mother looking quite sprightly, clearly pleased
to see the babies again.

Of course the kettle was already boiling, lunch was soon thrust upon us!  We
sat around Hannah's kitchen table, for the best part of an hour, talking
about the arrangements for next day's celebrations and  exchanging all the
latest news.  The Easter Day service of Holy Communion would include a
tribute to Mother for the many good works she had done for the village, that
would be followed by the Christenings of Brian, Miriam and Cen, with the
entire village Women's Institute having got together to arrange lunch in a
marquee afterwards.  Mother kept protesting that it was all too much fuss,
but was clearly pleased to be thought of so highly.

Suddenly, Mother said "Milwyn, come along, we had better get back home.
I'll see you all in the morning.  I've enjoyed meeting the little ones
again."

A couple of hours later, after tea Hannah said "One couple and baby in
Nick's old room; the other here, please yourselves when you are ready.
It'll be a busy day tomorrow!"  Sarah and I opted for the farmhouse; Alison
and Rob would stay in the bungalow.  My parents were still up when we went
over, half an hour or so later.  Sarah settled Cen down and got herself
ready for bed, I chatted with Dad; Mum busied about in the kitchen.

"She is so much better since you were here before, my worry is that she will
try to do too much," Dad said.

"She heard that and hard work never killed anyone," Mother called from the
kitchen, "anyway I want a chat with you two boys in the morning before we go
to church."

Dad looked a bit puzzled.  "What about, Mum?" I asked.

"Just you wait and see," was the only answer I got, "I'm off to bed now.
Don't talk too long, Milwyn, we've got a party to go to tomorrow!"

When I got up to bed half an hour or more later, Sarah and Cen were sound
asleep.  After visiting the bathroom, I slipped naked into bed beside Sarah;
the next thing I knew was that it was light and there was a hand fondling my
tackle.  "You'll have to do without this morning, it nearly eight o'clock!
Go to the bathroom while I sort out Cen, then we'll get over to Hannah's for
breakfast."

Mother was already talking to Rob in the kitchen, "Ah, here you are, Nick,
now I can tell you both at once.  When my father and mother died, they left
me some money.  Your Dad would never touch it, even when times was hard and
it's been in the bank ever since.  I saw the solicitor last week; he is
putting it into a trust for my grandchildren, to pay towards their
education, you two and your sister will be the trustees.  He'll be writing
to you in a day or two but I wanted to tell you first.  I won't be needing
it, now."

"But, Mother, ...

"But, Mother, nothing; it is for the children and that is that!  Milwyn and
I talked about it, he won't need it either; it is all sorted out and that is
that."  'Mother's law' was in action again!  "Hannah and David know all
about it already."

"Well, that is very kind of you Mother," I said, and Rob nodded his
agreement, "but you really should have spent it on yourself."

"Get away with you, I've had a good life and not wanted for much, things are
a lot harder for youngsters these days, it'll be a step up the ladder for
'em.  Go and get your breakfast, it'll soon be time for church!"

Neither Rob nor I dared ask how much was involved.  Mothers of her
generation didn't discuss money with their children!  Hannah was busying
about with the breakfast but no doubt she or David would discuss it later.

Ten o'clock sharp, Mum and Dad arrived in their Sunday best and piled into
David's Range Rover with Hannah and the boys.  The rest of us got into my
car for the short drive to church on the glorious spring morning, blue sky
with not a cloud to be seen.  Uncle John and Auntie Ethel were already in
the 'reserved' seats at the front of the church and half the village waiting
to greet Mother.  Frank and Doreen, Gladys and George were there and greeted
Mother warmly; Alison's parents were not able to come but she and Mother had
had a long telephone call with them after breakfast.

The church was packed, Peter introduced the service, especially greeting
Mother and 'all the other members of her family' and inviting the whole
congregation to stay for lunch afterwards.  He still practised the formal
rite of Holy Communion but when that was concluded, his sermon was based on
Mother's life and her service to the village, only touching briefly on her
illness, then leading on to the younger members of the family and how
delighted he was to be celebrating a triple Christening, the first ever in
the Diocese, he thought, for non-siblings!

The proud mothers carrying their babies, escorted by their husbands,
followed the vicar to the font.  The parents were to be the Godparents of
the other babies, but even then there was barely room at the font for the
ceremony.   All three were well behaved, barely a whimper as the Holy Water
was dribbled on their foreheads.  Even Alan was not left out; Peter had
found words to re-introduce him into the family of Christ.  After the
blessing, Peter reminded everyone that this was a day of triple celebration;
the children had been received into the family of Christ who had risen on
Easter Day, and that his servant Dilys wanted all her friends and neighbours
to join her in the celebration of what would be her last birthday, and the
whole of her life and work.  Join her without sadness, he said, but with
happiness, remembering all the good times in her life, all the good works
she had done and accomplishments of the family she had brought up.

With that, he led the whole congregation out of church and into the marquee
in the field opposite, where the ladies of the Women's Institute, just one
of the organisations Mother had supported for much of her life had laid on
the celebratory lunch.  In true Presidential manner, Mother called for
silence by tapping a glass with a spoon.  "I have lived among you for the
last sixty years," she began, "as most of you know, I shall not see my next
birthday, I want this to be my wake.  When my time comes, be it in days or
weeks, or maybe months, I want a simple, private funeral with Mervyn, our
three wonderful children, their partners and children remembering me as a
wife, mother and grandmother.  Now, the rest of you, remember and celebrate
my life, I will join you at my wake!"

There was a momentary pause before applause spread, hesitatingly, around the
crowded marquee.  Peter gave a brief tribute before exhorting all present to
make this an occasion to remember, and to remember the life of wonderful
parishioner, ending "Let the party begin!"  And so it did!