Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 08:01:33 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the family - Part 7 (re-sent)

Chapter 7 - Keeping it in the family

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WARNING:  The following true story - only the names have been changed -
contains descriptions of bisexual/incestuous activity between adult
relatives, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause
offence against some religious beliefs.  Please do not read further if you
are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your
country!

*******

Sarah didn't wake me when she slipped out of bed next morning.  I didn't
even realise she was up until I heard the scream from our bathroom.  I only
came to my senses when she came rushing out holding the test tube aloft and
shouted "We've done it!"

Not yet being fully awake, I naively said "Done what, dear?"

"I'm pregnant, you idiot!  Look, at the two blue lines," she said, pointing
to the test tube.  Then I realised what she was talking about and leapt out
of bed, woodie and all, grabbed her and kissed he passionately.  We had done
it, we had made a baby, we had a bun in the oven.  We rolled back on to the
bed, continuing our embrace, me naked and Sarah in only her flimsy nightie.
We rolled around on the bed for quite some time until she grabbed my now
hardened prick and said "Not now, you haven't got time!" and then kissed all
the way along its seven inch length before moving down to my balls and
finally back to my knob.  With that she said "You need a shower, I'll scrub
your back."

I quickly shaved and then joined Sarah in the double-sized shower and we
wasted a lot of water while we washed each other from head to toe.  It was a
time of great tenderness as we celebrated the news.  We decided not to say
anything to Alison until the weekend.  "That's two whole days" Sarah
complained, but agreed.  We got dried each other off, I dressed and had a
quick breakfast.  Sarah was still in her dressing gown when I left for the
office, promising not to tell anyone our news as I kissed her goodbye,
deciding to walk through the woods to the office on this, another fine early
summer day.

The day was mostly taken up with routine stuff, but nevertheless simply flew
by.  I called Sarah to remind her about our dinner with George and Gladys
the following evening.  I suggested that I should get some flowers but she
said she would do that.  She was so excited that she hadn't been able to get
on with her work, so we made some small talk for a while.  Our news was only
just sinking in!

I called the hotel to make the arrangements for our weekend in the Lake
District, Friday July 4th for three nights.  I managed to get a luxury suite
with two double bedrooms and its own sitting room.  The hotel reservations
clerk asked if we were planning to celebrate American Independence day.  I
thought she was quite astute when she laughed at my suggestion that perhaps
we should celebrate losing our first colony.  It turned out that her husband
was an American and every year he complained that we didn't recognise his
national day on this side of the pond!

I managed to escape from work a little early and walked back past the lay-by
and through the woods, noticing several men hanging around.  A tall blonde,
Nordic-looking man about my age made an elaborate pretence of rearranging
himself as I approached, "Getting comfortable?"  I asked.

He smiled and replied "Dick gets a bit horny round here sometimes."  His
accent confirmed that he was the driver of the Dutch truck I had seen parked
up.

"I know the feeling" I said but kept walking, though not without feeling a
tingle in my own pants!

Sarah was talking to George and Gladys when I got home.  I joined the
conversation for a few minutes before we went indoors.  "You didn't tell
them?"  I asked when we broke our embrace.

"Of course not, but I am so excited it was hard not to."

I got washed and changed.  We talked for a while before having what Sarah
described as a 'light and healthy dinner' to offset some of our recent
excesses.  I called Rob while Sarah cleared away and told him about the
hotel booking.  I thought he seemed a little pre-occupied but took little
notice as we chatted for a minute or two.  I asked how Alison was and he
simply said "Fine", before confirming that he would be down our way on
business the following week.

We had a quiet, relaxing evening watching television and an early night,
going quickly to sleep in each others' arms, a position in which we awoke
next morning.  We kissed and cuddled for a while; Sarah's hands encouraged
my morning stiffie into a full blown hard-on and then she kissed all of its
seven inches tenderly before leaping out of bed to beat me to the bathroom.
After a quick breakfast, I kissed Sarah goodbye before again walking to the
office.

It was another uneventful day and I left on time for my walk through the
woods.  I was surprised to see the blonde Dutch lorry driver turn into a
small clearing just ahead of me.  By the time I reached the spot he had his
joggers pushed down and was massaging his ample, uncut cock which looked all
the bigger for his pubes being completely shaven.  It was clear that he
wanted me to see him and as I stopped, I noticed that he wore no underwear
and that his joggers were branded "Le Coq Sportif"!  He moved further into
the forest, gesturing me to follow.  My dick was stirring; the hand in my
trouser pocket adjusted it for comfort, then reached out to briefly fondle
the Dutchman's hairless balls before opening my own trousers, pushing down
my Calvin Kleins and exposing my manhood, now protruding from its slightly
trimmed pubic bush.

The Dutchman placed my hand around his dick and firmly grasped mine; to any
onlooker it must have looked like some weird Masonic greeting.  We stroked
each other until our dicks were fully engorged.  He suddenly let go of my
manhood and I had to release his as he turned around, touched his toes and
presented his hairless asshole for me to penetrate.  I was suddenly reminded
of my conjugation with Sarah only a few days before when she had adopted the
same position and presented her engorged lips for my prick to enter.  As my
erection collapsed, the Dutchman stood up, gave me a disdainful look and
wanked vigorously until spurt after spurt of his spunk flew from his
throbbing cock into the bushes.  He milked the last drops from it as I
pulled up my underwear hid my deflated manhood from his view.  I made some
half-hearted apology, turned and walked away.  How close had I been to
betraying the love of my life?

Sarah noticed my melancholy as we drank tea on the back patio but I could
not confess the reason.  I told her it had been a hard day and that I would
be better after a short lie-down and a shower.  And that was, in fact, true.
After a half-hour nap and a shower, I got dressed for the dinner with our
neighbours and forgot the earlier tensions.  Sarah was looking radiant in a
neat cream dress with pale blue embellishments, one of my favourites from
her extensive wardrobe.

Just after seven, Sarah picked up the flowers, I collected the gift wrapped
bottle of red wine I had prepared and we went next door just as the other
guests were arriving.  George greeted us saying that Gladys was just
finishing in the kitchen.  Tim was home for the weekend and would look after
our drinks.  He did us proud for aperitifs from George's well stocked
cabinet.  The nine of us enjoyed an excellent three course dinner from
Gladys's kitchen.  Tim kept the wine flowing, doubling up as the head waiter
as well as enjoying his dinner; he explained that he had a part-time job in
a prestigious restaurant in Newcastle.

During dinner, Gladys let slip that the day was actually her and George's
twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and much to Tim's embarrassment George
added that it had taken five years of practice to get him!  Our other
neighbours had five teenagers between them so the obvious question was -
when will Nick and Sarah add to the population!  Well, it had to come out
sooner or later, I looked across to Sarah.  She took the cue and announced
that she thought we were expecting a baby and that those present were first
to know.  We became the centre of attention which rather detracted from the
intended celebration, but George and Gladys didn't seem to mind.

When dinner was finished, Tim served the coffee and liqueurs, then cleared
away before joining the rest of us men talking men's things on the patio,
whilst the ladies talked ladies' things in the lounge, just inside the
French windows.  There was just enough interaction to make it a very
convivial occasion, both groups trying to put the world to rights on all
sorts of topics.  George asked Tim about girl friends - nobody steady.  Tim
told us that he shared a house with another lad and two female students in
Newcastle; "anybody shagging anybody?"  George asked with his typical
northern brusqueness.

Tim looked embarrassed before replying "Carla and Joyce sleep in a double
bed.  Just to embarrass them, Matthew and I sometimes walk naked from our
bedrooms to the bathroom."

It was George's turn to be embarrassed, even more so when John said "Sounds
like the lorry drivers down by the lay-by on the A452 (main road)."

"Not just lorry drivers, by all accounts" our other neighbour, Frank, said.
"I saw three blokes with their trousers down having a wank together the
other day, a couple of others watching with their hands in their pockets."

"I was flattered to be propositioned by a blonde Dutch lorry driver the
other day," I chipped in.

John said "Don't tell Margaret, but I had a wank with him a week or two ago.
There's nothing like a bit of sex in the open air!"

"We were desperate for it a while back, Sarah and I shagged ourselves silly
up in Packington Wood.  We nearly got caught by a cop going to their radio
site up there."

"That wasn't you, was it?"  Frank said, "I heard him call it in on the
radio.  I had forgotten that Frank worked in the Information Room for
Warwickshire Police.  "He said you had just got your trousers on when he got
there!"
"Not quite true, but I am glad I came when I did or he might have caught me
with 'em down!"

Tim was embarrassed now, clearly surprised that men twice his age (some of
them, anyway!) talked like this, though it was doubtless fuelled by the
amount of alcohol we had all imbibed.  George poured Tim another generous
slug of malt whisky, "how about you young Tim, what have you been up to in
Sin City?"  Newcastle had a bit of a reputation, probably undeserved.

"Nothing, Dad, I have never had a girl and certainly not a bloke, though I
did catch Matthew wanking in our shared bathroom once."

"No harm in that, better a cock in the hand than a bun in the oven!"

"Sounds more like a 'bird in the bush' down by the A452", John said, trying
to lighten the conversation a bit.
"Come on, you three," I said, "who will admit to outdoor sex, even if it was
just a wank?"  A statistician would say that the answers, including mine,
proved that one hundred percent of all married men had shagged their wives
outdoors.  Tim was silent.

"Come on, Tim, I know you've wanked outdoors, if nothing else" George said,
"Remember Majorca?"

As George elaborated on the incident, Tim blushed and said that was the
first time he had seen a naked woman, a grown man's prick or realised that
man-on-man sex existed.  George said "I must have missed those bits out of
my man-to-man talks with you!"  I noticed that Tim was discreetly
rearranging himself; looking forward to a wank later, no doubt, I thought.

The ladies were wondering what all our laughter was about.  Gladys rightly
surmised that we must be talking about sex, certainly not politics, she
said.  That broke up the conversation, it was getting chilly anyway and we
all moved inside.  Tim volunteered to make more coffee, thus escaping the
embarrassment of the bulge in his trousers.

The party broke up about midnight; thank goodness none of us had to drive
home!  It had been a most enjoyable evening.  John and Margaret said their
anniversary was coming up in a couple of months and that we would have to
repeat the get together.  Sarah said we would have to celebrate our news
when it was confirmed, Frank and Joan said they would find some excuse for a
party before too long.  Tim said he was going to take a short walk to sober
up before turning in.

Sarah and I had a cuddle as soon as I had locked up.  She said she was tired
and going straight to bed; I said I would follow.  I was putting my brief
case and laptop into the darkened study when I happened to glance out of the
window towards George's back garden.  In the moonlight I could see what
looked like a naked figure.  After a few moments, I could see that Tim was
wanking al fresco, a sight that made the genitalia stir in my own Calvin
Kleins.  I watched for a few minutes more until he obviously shot his load,
then I could see him licking his hands.  One to remember ..

Sarah was in bed.  I had a quick piss, washed, cleaned my teeth, undressed
and got in beside her in about a minute flat.  We kissed and cuddled but
were asleep in no time, too tired, drunk or both for anything more.

We were awakened next morning by the telephone ringing; it was nearly nine
o'clock, Sarah answered, Alison was calling.  There were whoops of joy as
the girls both told the other that they were pregnant.  I went naked to the
kitchen and whilst waiting for the kettle to boil for our morning tea stood
looking towards George's garden, wondering if young Tim would be going to
the woods today.  I took the tea upstairs and was eventually allowed to
speak first to Alison and then to Rob!  Both were over the moon with the
news and thanked me profusely for my supposed part in their joy.

I slipped back into bed beside Sarah and by the time our lovemaking was
finished the tea was stone cold.  As we lay there in our post-coital
relaxation I could not help but wonder again what Tim would be doing today
and whether I could be part of it.

**** To be continued ****