Valentine's Day Dalliance

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Danielle gets together with her sister-in-law while her brother watches then he joins in the fun.

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This story is a product of my imagination. The characters herein are likewise imaginary and any similarity to real people is purely accidental. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18.

The story contains aspects of brother-sister incest, lesbian sex and cream pie. If any of these aspects are not to your taste (excuse the pun, ) may I respectfully suggest you look to other stories on the site. It is not my wish to offend my readers.

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My brother and his wife, Hugh and Karen, invited me to spend a couple of weeks with them after my biggest project at work was completed. I finished work on Thursday, the day before Valentine's at 1:30 and drove the 220 miles on surprisingly clear roads to their renovated farmhouse home in the Yorkshire Dales, arriving about 5:00 with the wind starting to scritscrat the old dry leaves around the cobbled yard. Karen welcomed me with a huge hug and pointed to the clouds gathering over the hills: "Going to blow up a bit of a storm, according to the weather men." She helped me with my bags to the spare bedroom. Hugh was still at work, Karen told me, desperately trying to finish his own project before my holiday. He hoped to finish tomorrow but he would be working through the evening. She did not expect him home until about 10:00.

I unpacked my bags and changed from my formal business suit into my more comfortable jeans and a big floppy off-one-shoulder tee, then made my way downstairs to join Karen in the kitchen for a welcome cup of tea and bowl of homemade vegetable soup. As we were eating our meal, we started to catch up on six month's worth of news and gossip. She had Classic fm playing quietly in the background and the Aga dominating the end wall kept the kitchen comfortably warm so we cleared the dishes away and sat down to another cuppa listening to the rising wind rattling at anything loose outside.

"It's going to be a heavy one, they reckon, but it'll blow itself out by midnight," Karen commented, "then fine and dry for Valentine's Day, cold though. Outside chance of heavy snow on the 16th." She grimaced and shivered at the thought. My sister-in-law and I shared a love of warmth and hated cold so she kept her home as warm as I kept my flat.

"I'm so glad you like a warm place, Karen. John invited me last Christmas. I was glad to get back home." My other brother, John, who took up a post in Seattle in the States a couple of years ago, was the exact opposite of me and Karen - and Hugh for that matter. "I was miserably cold in the fridge-like rooms of his apartment, wearing three sweaters all the time, even to bed. I even went out and bought a pair of thermal long johns. Thank god, we had Christmas dinner by a crackling log fire in a restaurant out of town. I left a day early just to get thawed out."

Karen chuckled and added, "I know just what you mean. He opens his bedroom windows wide whenever he stays here. You know me, I like to relax and slouch around. Sometimes in just my knickers. I have to remember to keep a housecoat hung up by the door in case of callers," she giggled. "Wouldn't do to give the vicar a heart attack! Or to give that young postman any encouragement, the flirt." Another giggle, "He'd go apeshit at the sight of your boobs - gossip in the local pub has him down as a tit man. You know the sort, eyes never leave your boobs. He even stares at my little hills."

"I'm for a smoke," I announced and moved to the kitchen door but was almost beaten back by the wind and rain so I tried the front door and that was much more sheltered from the driving wind. Karen joined me.

"I suppose you have realised," Karen volunteered, "Hugh, too, likes big boobs and often comments when he sees a 'nice chest' or 'big girl', as he says, from the car. Heck, I even point some out if he hasn't noticed." She smiled wistfully. "I used to wonder what he saw in mine," she put her hand on her small bosom, "but he tells me he loves them and the others are like window shopping with no intention to buy. Do you know, I actually believe him and he's never given me any reason to suspect that he's ever gone further than his 'window shopping'"

"Oh, I know Hugh likes big boobs. He couldn't keep his eyes off mine when we were teenagers." Now it was I who whispered, "I 'nearly' caught him just fondling my bras from the laundry basket a couple of times. I mean I saw him but didn't let on. He seemed to grow out of it. I suppose a fifteen-year-old boy needs to feed his imagination."

"Yeah, that postman sure has a lot of imagination! But Hugh never really grew out of it. I know him: he hides it well but he's sneaked many a peek at you."

"He saw them once," I confided.

"Oh do tell: let's go into the lounge and you can give me all the sordid details over a glass of wine." We finished our cigarettes then she pulled my arm encouragingly. I moved into the lounge and sat on the sofa, basking in the heat of the blazing logs after the chill outside. Karen followed a minute later with two glasses and a bottle of hock, which was starting to bead with condensation. She curled up beside me on the sofa, poured two glasses then held my arm and said, "Right, Danielle Leadbetter, blow by blow."

"Karen, there's not much of a story. I was in the bathroom getting ready for a shower. I was just reaching over to put my dirty bra in the basket when he charged into the bathroom, unzipping himself as he lurched towards the toilet. 'Holy Shi... ' he blurted at me. 'Sorry, sis. Emergency!'

"He turned his back to me, finished fiddling at his flies and breathed a deep sigh of relief as his stream hit the pan. When the immediate urgency was satisfied he said, 'Sorry about that, Danni.' He turned his head round. 'I just had to go. Why didn't you lock the door? Jeez, I'm glad you didn't, though.'"

"What did you do, Julia? I would have been having a fit."

"From the moment he had barged into the room I was rooted to the spot in surprise. It wasn't until he finished his little speech and was staring at my bare boobs that I moved. One arm automatically jerked up to cover my breasts and the other slapped at his face. He shook his head and turned back to the task 'in hand', blushing furiously. I was still speechless. He seemed to have a lot more trouble putting his thing away than he did getting it out; he was still zipping up as he turned without looking at me and closed the door as he left. About ten minutes after I had finished my shower, I heard a knock on my bedroom door and told him to come in. He looked down at his feet and again apologised for barging in but truly he didn't know I was there. I told him it was one thing to barge in: it was another thing to stare.

'But they're so nice... '"

"The cheeky sod," said Karen. "Did you slap him again, good?"

"Nah, just caught his ear with a nail flick. I must admit, I had a good laugh afterwards and neither of us ever mentioned it again."

We sat curled up together on that sofa and chatted and giggled away the evening. We were well into the second bottle of wine when a wave of cold air came from the door as Hugh struggled to push it closed. He was soaked even though he had just walked a few yards from the drive.

Karen rose, took his wet coat off, hung it on the hook and turned to greet her husband with a sensual kiss. "Go get out of those wet things. I'll warm the soup up."

I glanced at the clock as Karen was welcoming him, 9:45. "Hi Hugh. You're early."

"Danni," he almost squealed, "lovely to see you again." He strode over to me and gave me a big brotherly hug and kiss. "I'll not be long, just give me a minute to shower and get changed." He made his way upstairs while Karen busied herself in the kitchen. I wandered in with our two glasses and the remains of the wine. I reached for another bottle from the fridge and filled a clean glass for Hugh.

When he came back downstairs he was in his jamas. But where on god's big earth did he find pyjamas with a Dan Dare logo on the chest? I asked. That took me right back to our childhood. When we had all been very good, for a special treat, our Dad would let us read one of his complete Eagle comics collection. We had to sit at the table. I, being older by eighteen months, was in charge of turning the pages over. Hugh and John were not to get their muddy paws on the sacred texts. But we would all be enraptured by the brave exploits of Dan Dare and the ever-faithful Digby as they battled The Mekon.

"I searched the internet but it came down to scanning one of the comics in and getting it printed in the tee shirt printers' shop. I got Dad to scan it and send me the pic.

"Mmm, this is good!" he said, blowing another spoonful of soup. "The good news is that I'll finish my work tomorrow afternoon so I'll be free after that."

"Danni and I can get some groceries in, then." Karen said. "Maybe take a walk around the Mall first?" she looked at me with her head cocked to one side in question.

"Sounds good," I answered with a smile.

"Why don't you two girls do some phoning around in the morning? See if you can book a table for dinner somewhere."

"On Valentine's? We'll be lucky!" I retorted. "But OK, we can but try."

We sat around and gossiped for maybe an hour before I yawned and announced I was going to bed.

"I'm about ready, too." Hugh stretched out his arms and echoed my yawn. "Sleep well."

I gave him a hug and a peck, repeated it to Julia and retired to sleep the sleep of the gods.

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