Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2009 08:56:36 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: KEEPING IN THE FAMILY -Chapter 9

WARNING: The following true story -- only the names of the participants
have been changed --contains descriptions of gay and bisexual/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.

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Chapter 9

Sarah and I again spent a quiet Sunday evening after we had taken a long
walk in the local park with her parents in the afternoon with tea
afterwards.  All sorts of subjects came up in conversation but fortunately
there was no mention of babies!  We got my stuff ready for work, clothes
put out, etc.  Sarah definitely had the advantage, working from home; she
could work in her dressing gown - or less - if she chose!  We had another
early night, cuddling and snuggling for a while but not actually
copulating, though Sarah did tease Willie to a full hard on.  I was rather
hoping she might want to suck him but she didn't offer and I didn't want to
push my luck.

The whole week was pretty routine at work.  I needed the car at work so
there was no walking through the woods that week.  Rob called and arranged
to stay with us on Tuesday and Wednesday the following week.  Sarah and I
shagged a couple of times, nothing too dramatic, I think we both thought
there had been enough heavy stuff lately, me especially!  I saw George one
afternoon and told me Tim was coming home again at the weekend for "his
snip and stretch" as George put it.  Apparently it was to be a routine ten
minute job under a local anaesthetic.  I can't say I would want to see a
scalpel anywhere near my kit even if I couldn't feel anything!  I asked
George if he had got his cock sucked last Saturday.  "No problem there, and
Tim didn't half suck too," he said, "I thought I had stuck it up the vac!
I sucked his as well, so both of us got a load of the other's spunk.  Tim
said he was going to make the most of his wanking this week before his
enforced abstinence."

George, Gladys and Tim came round for a drink on Friday evening.  The
weather was still great and we all sat outside at the patio table in our
shorts.  The wives chatted away, Tim and I talked electronics and his
university project, George chipped in now and then.  We were all pretty
relaxed.  I noticed that George's dick was pretty relaxed too.  Gladys
glanced over and told him the horse was bolting.  I hope she hadn't seen me
looking.  He rearranged himself and said it was far too hot for underwear.
Gladys `tutted', Sarah gave me a funny look and said "Nick feels that way,
too, global warming sounds like bad news for Calvin Klein!"  Tim was
fumbling in his pockets.

"Tim's going to need some nice firm support for a week or two, how about
lending him some Calvin Kleins, Nick?", George said.

"Dad, I've got plenty of my own underwear, thanks all the same!"

"When's the snip", I asked.

"Tomorrow at five-thirty", Tim said.

"That's late for a Saturday, nearly twenty-four hours yet", I said, without
further comment but guessed it was a private operation.  When they had
gone, Sarah asked me what Tim's problem was.  When I told her, the only
response was "Ouch!".  I made a note to look out of the window a bit later,
but several visits to the study proved fruitless!

We were up early on Saturday, for a planned a shopping expedition to the
Bull Ring Centre in Birmingham.  Sarah needed shoes; I wanted a new suit
and some other bits and pieces.  There and back before it got to crowded --
that was the theory anyway.  As it happened, we finished about noon and
decided to have a pub lunch on the way home.  George was in his garden when
we got back; I asked if Tim was ready and he replied "Having a shower right
now, and tossing off as well, I'll warrant!"

"I am sure he will be alright, wish him well from me" I said.

"Aye, I will that.  A good looker like him will have the girls queuing up
for it as soon as he is fit.  He never told me about the problem till last
week.  He wouldn't let us bath him after he was about nine so I haven't
seen his cock for years."  George, forthright as ever, ignored the fact
that Sarah was there.

"After last weekend don't you mean `hadn't seen'?"  I joked as Sarah
disappeared indoors.

"I suppose so, seen it like I'd never seen it before, last Saturday.
Reminds me, Gladys's night is out again tonight, her part-time work at the
hospital.  I'll get him to show me his stitches but I doubt he'll want to
do anything more.  How do you reckon he is for size?"  George said.

"His dick, do you mean?  Maybe a bit thinner and a little shorter than
mine, but I wouldn't worry about it", I replied.  "How does he compare with
you?"

"It is certainly thinner than mine but he might be able to give me a bit on
length."

"He'll do.  Do you think he'll mind if I look at the stitches, too?"

 "I shouldn't think so, pop round anyway on some pretence soon after Gladys
has gone, say about 7.30.  I take it Sarah will be in."

 "Yes, she's probably going to be trying out clothes, we've been shopping
today and Rob is taking us out to dinner on Tuesday," I replied.  George
had met Rob several times on his previous visits.

"Are you going anywhere nice?"

"He's asked me to book a table at Raffles in Kenilworth if we can; thanks
for the reminder, I must do that.  We haven't been there for a while but it
was certainly good last time we went."

"Malaysian place on the main street, isn't it?"  George asked.

"Malaysian, Indian, Chinese; with steak and chips or fish and chips for the
faint hearted!  Beautiful surroundings as well."

I went indoors with the shopping, we tried the clothes on and generally
pottered about before tea.  I cleared up a couple of loose ends of work.
George came home with Tim soon a bit before seven and I heard Gladys going
out soon after.  About 7.30, Sarah was watching TV and I said I would nip
round and she how Tim was.  George was expecting me; Tim was lying on his
bed wearing only boxer shorts, watching TV.  His dick was protruding from
one leg of the shorts, looking bruised and with a small plastic contraption
on the end.  I asked him how he felt and he said "No problem, I shall still
have most of it.  But the doc said it will be sore when the anaesthetic
wears off in a couple of hours.  Do want to look?"

I said that I would love to but he mustn't get excited.  "No chance, I
can't feel a thing down there" he said as he pulled the leg of his shorts
up for me to see.  The plastic cap was under the foreskin which was tied
round at the end with half an inch or so of clear plastic pipe sticking out
of the end.

"That's so he can piss" George said, "and in a couple of days the end will
drop off, he can remove the cap and there should no more problems."

"It will still be sore for a while," Tim said, "but I've done a month's
worth of wanking this week to make up for that.  I told Matthew about the
planned operation when I went back to Uni on Monday and he wanted to see
the problem.  I got a hard on and we ended up having a wank together.  I'd
seen his dick in the bathroom a few times but hadn't realised he was
completely circumcised.  He said his was done in infancy to fix a problem
with his peeing."

Nothing much happened on Sunday.  Work on Monday was pretty much routine;
the weather had broken and it was raining so I went to work in the car.

Rob flew down from Newcastle on Tuesday and took a cab to their office.
After another routine day, I picked him up about six, we went home,
showered, changed and the three of us were out by seven, easily making our
7.30 booking.  On the way he called Alison from the car, said she was in
great form and gave me a knowing glance from the front passenger seat.
Sarah noticed from the back seat and asked "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just men talk," Rob said and she let it go.

We spent a long time over a great meal from their `mix and match' four
course dinner menu.  As usual the service was impeccable even though the
restaurant was practically full.  We had plenty of time to talk about
babies and other family news, our forthcoming celebratory break.  You name
it!  I was driving so had to go steady on the drinks, especially after one
of their legendary Singapore Sling aperitifs.

We were home about 10.30, Sarah made coffee, I got the liqueurs out and we
relaxed in the lounge.  Sarah said she was tired but that Rob and I should
carry on putting the world to rights for as long as we wanted, but she
would set the alarm for seven!  When she had gone, I asked Rob what he
meant by Alison being in great form.

"She wants it all the time, we haven't shagged so much since our honeymoon,
I'm not complaining mind!"

"Sarah is pretty randy too," I said, "It must be the hormones.  "I asked
her to suck my dick the other day, something I have always wanted but never
had the courage to ask her.  She said she had always wanted to do it but
was afraid I wouldn't want it!  We both enjoyed it very much actually."  I
decided that that was enough detail, even though Rob was my brother and we
had few secrets from each other.

 "Sarah must have told Alison, but she was afraid to suck mine.  She said
didn't fancy my spunk in her mouth but she is always more than happy to
lick my dick clean after a shag."

"And you clean her pussy out?"  I said.

"Almost always", he replied.

"They must have been gossiping again.  Sarah might want to suck yours."

 "Well, so long as it's in the family ...."  Rob said.

"Like babies" I replied.

He laughed and I brushed aside his remark that I was the best thing that
had ever happened to them.

"I walk to work now and then", I said "and in the fine weather over the
last week or two, I have noticed quite a bit of man-to-man going on in the
woods.  I find watching a bit of a turn-on, to be honest.  Young Tim next
door was down there; one thing led to another and he got me to suck him
off."

"Wow!  Is that what gave you the courage to ask Sarah?"

"I suppose it is, but I mustn't make a habit of loitering in the woods.
George was down there too and got Tim to suck him off afterwards.  Tim's
style will be curbed for a while though.  He had a problem with his
foreskin; he had a "snip and stretch" job last weekend."

"Ouch!"  Rob said, with feeling.  "I got mine caught in a zip once, that
was bad enough."

"Sarah threatened me with a clothes peg a while back, that's enough to
bring tears to the eyes!  Do you remember when you proudly told me that you
had `fetched it' for the first time and wanted to show me but failed to do
it again?"

"Yes, I was only twelve at the time and one of the few boys in my class
with hair round his balls, according to my strictly scientific observations
in the showers!  You must have been fourteen.  God, you are twice that age
now!"

"Not quite", I said, "I'm only twenty-seven.  I think we were both early
developers.  It's funny, you know, young Tim told me he wanked practically
every day because he didn't like having wet dreams and soiling the
bedclothes.  I was just the same, terrified that mother would be annoyed
with the amount of washing!"

"And me" Rob said.  "We've learned a bit more about life now!  Actually, I
had a wet dream last time I stayed here, I hope Sarah didn't notice.  I
nearly always wank, even now, when I am away for more than a day or two."

"Do you remember we got completely pissed at your stag party and wanked
together in that alleyway on the way home, it took forever?"  I asked.

"Yes, that was the last time.  You were supposed to be a respectable
married man."

"Only for three months" I said, beginning to feel a bit randy.  "Sarah's
going to be asleep by now, do you fancy a quick wank now?"

"I'd probably be having one anyway" Rob said.

"I'll just look in on Sarah and then come to your room."

Sarah was indeed sound asleep.  There was my study and two bathrooms
between our room and Rob's but we would not have to make too much noise.
Rob was already down to his underwear when I got there and his prick sprang
out at half mast when he took off his black DNKYs.  I looked at him and
thought I was looking in a mirror -- except that I was still dressed!  We
were as alike as two peas in a pod.  I shucked my clothes in a flash and
Willie was looking perky too.

Rob said "Yours is bigger than mine" just as I was about to say exactly the
same.  It's amazing how men always think that other men's dicks are bigger
than theirs.  We both stood naked in front of the full length mirror.  It
really was not surprising that we were often mistaken for twins.  Even our
modest body hair cover was much the same, although mine was lightly trimmed
around the pubes and Rob's was perhaps a touch more curly.

We were both gently coaxing our members to full attention when Rob reached
across and fondled my balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.  I
took this as a cue and did the same to him; after a few moments our spare
hands moved to each other's buttocks, grasping first one cheek and then the
other.  I let go of my dick to fondle Rob's balls and buttocks; he took
this as a cue to grasp my tool and continue wanking it whilst still
fondling my ass.  I moved my right hand from his balls to his prick; it
felt just like mine.  Who was wanking who?

After a while, Rob said "I am close"; I surprised him by bending over,
taking first his knob and then the whole length of his prick into his
mouth.  He let go of my cock, simultaneously shooting wads of his spunk
into my mouth, accompanied by sounds of his ecstasy.  My tool was still at
full mast, standing proud and free.  After a few seconds, Rob pulled his
still dripping dick from my mouth and then sucked my tool slowly into his
mouth.  That was more than I could stand, my balls tightened almost
instantly, my cock pulsed and Rob got my spunk in his mouth, one, two,
three, four, five wads of hot man-juice.

"Wow" we said more or less in unison.  "Just like teenagers," I said.#

Somewhere along the way, Rob had swallowed my spunk and I had swallowed
his.  "I like the salty taste" I said, "I've eaten my own on many
occasions."

"Me too, on both counts," Rob said, "I guess we both like licking pussy out
after a good fuck, too."

 "And having our dicks cleaned" I added.  "It must be in the family!"

We cleaned up on my CKs and I was about to gather up my clothes and go
naked to the bedroom when I wondered what Sarah would think if she was
awake and I came in carrying my clothes, so I quickly put them on, minus
the wet CKs, bade Rob goodnight and went to our room.  She was still sound
asleep.  I undressed, went to the bathroom and had a piss -- I read
somewhere that was the first thing most men did after sex -- cleaned my
teeth and slid into bed alongside the sleeping Sarah.  As I drifted off to
sleep, I thought how great it was to have such an open relationship between
brothers -- and their wives.

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To be continued!