6 comments/ 49534 views/ 30 favorites Valentine's Day Dalliance By: merf68 Author's preamble. 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. If these aspects are illegal where you are viewing this material, please browse elsewhere. I welcome constructive criticism and comments and encourage you to enter your vote if you like my story. Enjoy. * 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 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. Maybe it was the remote sound of something happening in the kitchen or the aromas of coffee brewing and bacon frying which woke me. I stretched languorously, grabbed my bathrobe and used the en-suite facilities before strolling down to the kitchen dressed in a new, tight, pair of ice-blue jeans and a figure-hugging angora sweater in that bright scarlet which sets off my shoulder-length almost-black hair so nicely. I had lost a few pounds recently and bought these tight clothes to celebrate the new me. Hugh gave a wolf whistle as I entered the kitchen, making an outrageous noise clapping and shouting. Karen looked round from her cooking range and said, "Good morning, Danni. God, you have lost weight! Coffee? I'll get Hugh's ready then I'll cook you some breakfast." "I'd love a coffee. No, you carry on, I can get it. Can I have just a bacon sandwich this morning, please?" "Pour me another cup, too. I'll have a sandwich with you later." Karen presented Hugh with his breakfast. "And you, Hugh Leadbetter, pull those eyeballs back in their socket. That's your sister you're ogling!" She knuckled her husband gently about the head, which he bowed sheepishly for a moment before tucking into the food. We got Hugh off to work, finished our own leisurely breakfast then got out the Yellow Pages and made a list of restaurants to call. We hadn't quite got to the bottom of the list when we managed to pick up a cancellation at an Indian restaurant the other side of town. We booked a taxi to take us there, then phoned Hugh to tell him the details. That was fine with him, he'd be home mid-afternoon, so plenty of time. We wrapped up against the cold, drove to the Mall and pushed through the thronging masses, mostly men with haunted looks on their faces as they searched desperately for last-minute gifts for their wives or girlfriends, to the shops where we spent a couple of hours happy browsing and bought one or two bits and pieces and a lovely slinky silk dress in black, floor length and slit up the side to the hip. I just couldn't resist it when I saw it in the dress shop window: it cost me a small fortune. Then it was off to the supermarket. I pushed the trolley while Karen filled it. We both knew that my skin-tight jeans and top were attracting quite a few admiring eyes and it set us both off giggling. My 4 inch heels, I knew, enhanced my legs so, swaying my hips outrageously, I almost pranced to the store café where we finally lost our giggles in tea and sandwiches. We drove home, talking the hind legs off several donkeys all the way, packed away the groceries away then went to our separate bedrooms to get changed for dinner. I was just coming out of the shower when I heard Hugh call out, "I'm home darling." Shortly followed by Karen's voice, "Be with you in a moment." I unwrapped my new black dress and decided to wear it: I selected a matching set of underwear and sheer black hold-up stockings then dressed in my finery. When I checked myself in the mirror, I saw that the dress clung to me like a second skin but my undies made ugly bumps under it. With a sigh I undressed, fished out a sinful g-string and wore only that and my stockings under the dress. That was better, I thought, looking at the changed reflection. My boobs were still firm enough to go without a bra now and then but it was very obvious they were unsupported in this dress. "Don't let my nipples come up," was my silent prayer. I keep my hair shortish so it was no problem to brush it into shape. Then I sat down to do my makeup and found myself using bright red glossy lipstick and much more eye makeup than usual. My face stopped just short of 'slutty' as it winked back at me from the mirror. Karen was already dressed and waiting for me when I returned to the kitchen. She handed me a glass of hock with the words, "I'm starting early tonight," and raised her own glass to her lips, which were shaped into a happy grin. "Hugh is getting changed, he'll be down in a minute." Outside, we heard the taxi's horn. "Taxi's here, Hugh," she called, and he appeared, buttoning his jacket. The service at the restaurant was slow, as was to be expected with all the customers celebrating, but the food was good and we all had several drinks. I got so many admiring glances from men and women and with all the attention I was receiving, my nipples disobeyed my earlier thoughts and were sticking out like organ stops. Hugh tried to hide his frequent glances but Karen and I both noticed and tried, as unsuccessfully as Hugh, to hide our giggles, which made him more embarrassed but did not stop him looking. Eventually we piled into the taxi back home and sat around chatting over a bottle of wine before we all trooped off to bed. The next day dawned with one of those bright blue and clear skies, a little crisp after a light overnight frost. My head felt a little muzzy after all the wine I had consumed the previous evening so I threw my bathrobe over my pyjamas and wandered down to the kitchen to find some painkillers. Karen was sitting at the table with a glass of orange juice and a packet of paracetamol in front of her. "You look like I feel. I think I'll have the same as you for breakfast." I said. "No, don't get up, I'll help myself." Her smile was one of gratitude at being relieved of the task. I poured a nice cold juice and picked out a couple of tablets. Swallowing them, I sat down opposite my sister. She was wearing a loose bathrobe, very much like my own but, where it gaped a little at the front, I could see she was naked beneath it, or should I say she may have been wearing panties but she was certainly naked up top. Don't get me wrong, until a couple of months ago, I had had a very active sex life with my ex-boyfriend, but I have also walked 'on the other side of the street' and had a passionate affair with my room-mate at college. So I enjoyed seeing Karen's breast and idly wondered about the rest of her body: my own body, starved of relief for too long, was starting to react to the sight. I continued to look at what she was inadvertently revealing until she happened to notice the direction of my gaze. "You're as bad as your brother," she said with a grin, "staring at boobs. Does it run in the family?" But she made no attempt to cover up and I saw her nipples start to grow. Interesting! Subconsciously, I licked my lips. "I don't know about it running in the family but I like what I see." I looked her straight in the eyes; she returned my stare, smiled and said, "But you have me at a disadvantage." She indicated my own well-covered bosom. "Can't have that," I replied, opening my robe and my pyjama top to show her my boobs. This time it was Karen who licked her lips and pulled her own robe wide open to show me both her breasts. I could have killed my brother for his timing but we both scrambled to cover ourselves up when we heard him coming down the stairs. "Later," I quickly whispered. She winked back at me. Karen had decided to cook a big roast lunch - beef and Yorkshire puddings with 'all the trimmings' - so, after a light breakfast, she and I got busy in the kitchen, preparing the veg., getting the meat into the oven and all the little tasks needed to organise the big meal. Hugh kept us liberally supplied with wine as we worked and we had more wine with the meal when it was ready so we were all feeling pretty relaxed as we settled down with our coffee. After we had finished gorging ourselves, I suggested we could all go for a walk in the crisp fresh air. Karen was keen on the idea but Hugh declined so Karen told him that we would leave the clearing up to him while we went out. "After all," she said, "we did the cooking, so fair's fair: you do the washing up." With that, we girls put on our outdoor shoes and warm coats and set off arm in arm, Karen leading me I at a brisk pace in a circular route along the farm paths. We both enjoyed a cigarette now and then although Hugh had never smoked so, once we were certain we were on our own she lit two and handed one to me. One part of our walk took us through a small woodland area and, as soon as we were in the cover of the trees, we stopped. Karen was in front of me. She hugged me close and offered her face for a kiss. We were both a little tentative at first but we quickly melted into each other and were swapping tongues passionately. We broke off the kiss as I unbuttoned her coat and she did the same for me. At our next kiss we were groping at each other's boobs and grinding our groins together. Again we parted, both of us panting, Karen said, "I wish we had known earlier." "Me too," I responded, "but what are we going to do? It's too cold for us to strip here and I want all of you." Karen went into seemingly deep thought for a minute then shocked me: "We could make out together at home." "But Hugh?" "Look, he knows I have had lesbian relationships before we married, he even likes me to tell him about them and I do because he gets so randy as I describe what I've done while we are making love. How would you feel about him watching us?" Now it was my turn to mull things over. I wanted her but could I do it with an audience? With my brother as the audience? Sex has always been a private thing to me but my lust, yes it was lust, for this lovely woman in my arms was beginning to cloud my judgement, especially as her hand crept up inside my jumper and under my bra to fondle my breast. The chill of her bare hand contrasted deliciously with my warm flesh and my nipple popped out to play. "He's my brother, Karen. What will he think?" "We could ask him to join us," Karen murmured, her hand had left my breast and was popping the stud at the top of my jeans and soon slid down until she was fingering my pussy through the material of my panties. Her suggestion was really pushing me way out of my comfort zone but the idea of sex with her while he looked on gave me a strange frisson of excitement. But what if he wanted to do more than just watch? It might be exciting for me to see my brother making love to his wife but what would I do if he tried it with me? We kissed and fondled each other some more then my sister suggested we get back to the warmth of her house, promising we would make it happen this evening. Hugh had finished washing the pots and tidied everything up and had changed into his pyjamas. "Well," as he explained, "we're going nowhere so I'm going to relax in comfort." Valentine's Day Dalliance "For once in your life, brother mine, you've had a good idea. I'm going to get comfortable, too." "And me." So we both trooped upstairs to our respective bedrooms. I quickly stripped out of my warm outdoor clothing and underwear then pulled on my soft pyjamas, leaving the top buttons open. We all settled down in front of the TV and searched through the TV magazine to find something to watch. Mutually we decided not to watch any the endless re-runs and soaps which plague television. Time was that the BBC and ITV went out of the way to give us some fresh, good, entertainment all the channels seemed to have run out of ideas so just filled their schedules with crap followed by more crap. Hugh threw the TV magazine in disgust. "What a load of crap! Fancy a game of Uckers?" he asked us. Uckers, for those who don't know the game, used to be very popular in the British navy. It is based on Ludo and can be very, very competitive with a skill level maybe on a par with backgammon. Our grandfather had served in the navy and introduced the game to his family when he retired. Our father taught Uckers to me and Hugh, who had in turn, shown Karen the game. Although originally conceived as a game for four players, it could easily be adapted for two. Karen and I readily agreed as we had on many occasions played into the wee, small hours of the night. The three of us were pretty well-matched in Uckers skills. We all scattered around getting plates of snacks, cheese, nuts and wine: we set up the Uckers board with all the goodies within easy reach. We agreed that the winner would stay on the board after each game and the loser would sit the next game out, to refresh drinks and snacks as required. Ladies first, Hugh gallantly insisted, so Karen and I sat down to do battle. Several games and several glasses of wine later, we were starting to feel mellow. We were all getting into a bit of a flirtatious mood, even Hugh and I mildly flirting with each other. My brother and I set the board up for the next game and Karen came to stand behind me after again refilling our wine glasses. She started a gentle massage of my shoulders as I concentrated on building my blocks, watching Hugh's markers starting to pile up behind me. The dice were kind to me but cruel to Hugh and my solid block forced his markers into a mixed pile, a very vulnerable situation. With a squeal of delight I managed to land upon his pile, sending all but one of his markers back to base. Now I just had to get my own counters home so I relaxed my shoulders to Karen's massaging hands, but they were getting adventurous, slipping under my pyjama top and caressing the swell of my breasts. Hugh was almost drooling at the mouth as Karen got more and more audacious with her hands, now unmistakeably fondling my full breasts and rolling my nipples. "Oh look, Hugh, she's blushing all the way down to her boobs," my sister said and with that she opened my top wide so that my brother could, indeed see the flush, which was burning my face, all the way down. I was embarrassed but excited at the same time; the wine had lowered my inhibitions and, in spite of my blushes, I did not mind Karen showing off my boobs to her tit-loving husband. By now I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my game and made a silly mistake. Fortunately Hugh, too must have been distracted because he failed to spot it until after he had moved, so I won the game. As you can imagine, we never set the board up again. I just sat back as Karen became more bold by popping all my pyjama buttons, leaving me fully exposed to my brother's lecherous gaze. After not too long, Karen sat on my lap and kissed me very thoroughly, very passionately. "Danni and I are going to bed," she announced to her husband. "If you want, you may come and watch." He tried, unsuccessfully, to hide the erection tenting out the front of his pyjamas as we all trooped up the stairs to their bedroom. Karen caught Hugh's attention, pointed at a chair and ordered, "Sit," as if commanding a dog. Meekly, he sat. She pulled my face into a passionate kiss as we stripped each other, both of us almost overbalancing as we each stood on one leg to push our 'jama bottoms off. Naked, we faced each other and I took in the short-trimmed blonde hair, the brilliant blue eyes, the elfin-shaped face and the slim, almost lanky, body. Her breasts were quite small but held their shape without sag. Her nipples were hard little pink buttons, her aureoles almost blended into the tanned flesh of her breasts. Her tummy had not an ounce of fat, her narrow hips likewise. Her blonde bush was trimmed to a downward pointing triangle, leaving her pussy lips pouting and looking quite damp. There were no tan lines visible so maybe she sunbathed naked. Karen, in turn, checked out my fuller figure, my larger breasts had big, dark nipples which were as hard as hers. My own dark muff was untrimmed and luxuriant. Hugh's eyes were almost popping out of his head as he saw me naked for the second time in his life, but this was entirely different. This was not that accidental glimpse he had all those years ago, now I flaunted myself, cupping my breasts and playing with them for both their benefits, I was feeling a bit wild and wanton; what did it really matter if he saw me, even lusted for me. Karen stepped close and we hugged, my boobs squashing her smaller ones to her chest. I felt her nipples digging into my flesh as we kissed and almost fell onto the bed when she dragged me there. Hugh was forgotten as we kissed, tongues fighting a battle between our mouths. I loved the feel of he small firm breasts with their hard nipples as I squeezed and moulded them in my hands. My sister was also making free with my globes and then she brought her mouth to a nipple, seizing it between her lips and suckling powerfully. My breasts, and particularly the nipples, had always been perhaps my most erogenous area so they loved the attention they were receiving. After many heavenly minutes of her almost worshipping my tit, she kissed her way down my body, making me shiver with anticipation as she got closer to my crotch but she was not a tease and soon I felt her tongue taste my pussy which was flowing freely. But I was hungry to taste her so I lifted and turned her so that I could get my own mouth to her everted and glistening pussy lips. I sucked each lip in turn then ran my tongue all the way between them. She tasted delicious so I pushed my tongue deep into her to get closer to the source. Bless the girl, she was giving my pussy the same treatment and soon we were both writhing about trying to get maximum stimulation. With my fingers I parted her lips and exposed her shiny clitoris. It looked so tempting so I put my lips to it and sucked, lashing the tip with my tongue. She heaved her body, making me hang on to keep mouth and clitoris together and as she squealed, '"Oh yes, Karen, yeeesss," I was rewarded with a fresh flood of her honey which lit the fires in my body as they consumed me. We shuffled face to face again, kissing lovingly as we recovered from the passions of the last few minutes, each of us having a hand at the other's pussy, fingers seeking inside for the spots of pleasure. Now and then either of us would switch attention to the other's boobs and we played like this until we both had another lovely orgasm. At the same time, almost as if we were one, we sat up on the bed. Karen looked over me towards her husband who was sitting there with a hard cock almost pushing his pyjamas up to his chin. He looked a little guilty so Karen accused, "Have you been playing with yourself?" He just turned his eyes away a little sheepishly without answering her. "You've seen us, now you get rid of your jimjams so we can see you properly." Hugh quickly stripped and stood there with an impressive looking erection. "Come close, that's it right next to the bed. We are going to watch you masturbate for us," Karen instructed. He shuffled over until his knees were touching the bed right next to me, his tool throbbing before my eyes. He was staring at my boobs as he started playing with himself and it was not long before he called, almost in a pained voice, "Where?" "On Danni's tits as you are so engrossed with them." This was the first time I had ever watched a man masturbate; come to think of it, I had never even seen a man ejaculate as my partners had always been in my body, one place or another. He groaned as a big glob of his cream splattered across the top of one breast, the other one getting the next spurt and the rest following rapidly until he finally squeezed his tool and produced just a dribble which just oozed over his fingers. I was fascinated by the whole process. One strand had strayed to my upper lip and I automatically licked it away. Nice, I have always loved the taste of 'man fat'! The softening prick was close to my face, still with the remnants of his ejaculate coating the end. I don't know if it was just the sensation of the cooling liquid splattered over my body, or the forbidden thrill of my brother having done it, but I felt so wicked that I took hold of the tool and slipped it into my mouth to taste more of him as I sucked it clean. I heard Karen tell him that he had to lick up the mess he had made and he pulled his dick from my mouth just as it filled out again but he had me lay down and licked all away his cream away. I did not think there was so much on my nipples but they seemed to receive most of the licking and sucking. Having my brother lapping his tongue all over my chest felt lovely because it was so naughty. "But 'naughty' is the name of this game," I thought, so I decided there and then to go all the way with Hugh if he wanted. And I was almost certain he did want. Just the thought of being fucked by my brother, breaking the taboos of a lifetime, sent a frisson of desire shivering through me, safe in the knowledge that I had always taken my Pill regularly. Yes, all the way with my handsome brother. I pulled Karen's face to one tit and Hugh to the other then laid back and enjoyed their ministrations. Both of them moved a hand to my pussy and two sets of fingers made a welcome invasion down there, stretching me deliciously. Between them they soon had me primed and, in spite of the lovely Karen being available, I needed a good hard prick inside me, Hugh's hard prick, so I pulled my brother on top of me and his wife guided his shaft home. Oh, it felt so good to be filled again, and my brother was certainly big enough to fill a girl. I was glad he had just come because there was no urgency in his long wonderful strokes penetrating to my womb. As he made love to me, we were kissing, Hugh was lovely to snog with, and Karen was having lots of fun at my breast. I felt totally loved as they dedicated themselves to satisfying me. For many long minutes he continued his heavenly gentle rhythm and twice I felt that golden glow suffuse my body before his tempo changed and became more urgent. "Come for me, Hugh," I whispered into his ear. "Fill me with your seed." He needed no further encouragement and those gentle strokes transformed into an almost robotic hammering. Hugh called out, "Yes, yes." And Karen took that as her cue to bite my nipple. Oh god, it was like New Year's with the fireworks going off in every nerve. Hugh gave out a great roar and thrust home. Each jerk of his prick inside me set off another fiery rocket until he was spent. I was given scant time to recover: Hugh rolled off me and Karen's mouth immediately took over as her tongue sought her husbands deposit. Looking at Hugh, I saw that his retreating tool was slick with our combined juices so I twisted to take it into my mouth and continued long after it was cleansed. With my mouth, my tongue, lips, teeth, all at work I coaxed his tool back to full size again and pushing into my throat. My fervent application was encouraged by what Karen was doing down there: my pussy was getting the same adoration as I lavished upon Hugh's tool. I suddenly realised that Karen was giving so much and not getting so I rolled away from them both and told Hugh to give his wife the fucking she needed. He knelt between her legs and lifted them over his arms; I made sure he was on target and was fascinated by the sight of his tool probing through the dripping labia and disappearing into her pussy. Karen moaned in her pleasure of being filled where she wanted and I knew how she felt, having recently been there. I think Hugh realised that I was getting turned on watching them fuck and he manoeuvred their bodies so I could see each stroke, each roll of his hips. Karen was thrusting back urgently and she later confided to me that she had felt so wanton to be put on exhibition as she was, she was in ecstasy almost as soon as Hugh first pulled her legs wide open on display. She was moaning and writhing with all her lover's inventive positions and when he switched and entered her pussy from the back I could not resist the sight of her engorged pleasure button. I sank my lips and tongue on the target, thrilling at the feel of Hugh's tool going in and out past my mouth. I reached under to play with his testicles and my other hand went straight to my own clitoris, rubbing and rolling it as I started my own fires burning. There must have been some kind of telepathy at work because, within a couple of seconds of each other, we all wailed our climax, although mine was muffled by a pussy which was flooding into my mouth. Our passions dissipated, we fell apart as we recovered our energies. Hugh got up and returned with a bottle of wine and glasses, clambered into bed between his two ladies as we all sipped at the wine. Suddenly Karen said, "I'm going for a fag. Coming Danni?" Still naked, we went downstairs while she retrieved a packet from the drawer and opened the back door. The rain was still coming down in sheets but over the distant hills the half moon was shining in a clear sky. We stopped at the open door looking out. "Are we going to be brave?" she asked. "Either brave or plain fucking stupid, Karen, let's stay here at least with a bit of shelter." I responded. We smoked our cigarettes quickly as the wind-blown rain splattered our bare skin, giving us goose bumps and two sets of nipples reacted to the cold by popping up. Karen noticed mine and set her mouth to one of them. That strange contrast between the cold of the rest of my body and my nipple in her warm mouth was making me feel all unnecessary again but it was a brief interlude as we stubbed out our half-burnt cigarettes and returned to the warmth. Karen grabbed a couple of towels from the airing cupboard and we dried ourselves off in front of the Aga before returning to bed, now revived by the cold we had just endured. Hugh screeched in mock terror when we got back into bed on either side of him and hugged our cold bodies against his warm one. Soon he pulled the cord above the bed, the lights went out and we snuggled together like a row of spoons, Hugh against my back and Karen behind him. He gently stroked my breast as we all drifted to sleep. Next morning I was vaguely aware of Hugh climbing over me, trying not to disturb me. I thought he was just going for a pee but he never came back so Karen and I just drifted together in the middle and it was not long before her hands were on my breasts, gently playing with them and particularly my nipples. Her fondling of my tits got more ardent then she flipped me onto my back, straddled my face and brought her pussy to my mouth as her tongue went to work on mine. She tasted just a little stale at first - probably I did too - but soon her fresh juices took over and we licked and nibbled each other to a fine morning wake-up orgasm, not the fireworks of last night, just that lovely satisfying buzz which makes me feel so loved. We detected the smells of bacon in the air so we both got out of bed and slipped our robes on. I went to my room for a clean pair of knickers and followed Karen to the kitchen. There was a welcome cup of tea waiting for us and Hugh, dressed only in Karen's apron, placed a platter of fried eggs, a dish of grilled bacon, sausages and black pudding on the table and invited us to sit and eat. He removed his apron, cheekily opened Karen's robe and dropped it off her shoulders, having a crafty feel at her boobs then came round and did the same for me and sat at the end of the table between us, He gave Karen and me a fit of the giggles when he said, "I love titty tennis." And demonstrated his meaning by moving his head left and right exaggeratedly to my boobs and Karen's as if watching the ball go over the net in tennis. He reached over and gave us both a lightly pinched nipple before stacking his plate and attacking the food with knife and fork. We girls, of course, also tucked in with relish. When we had pushed our empty plates back and were all enjoying a fresh pot of tea, Hugh asked, "Anybody got any plans for today? Just about the only entertainment, if that is what they call 'the unspeakable chasing the inedible', is the local hunt. I stuck my nose out of the door while you two were 'otherwise engaged'. That rain has frozen hard and everywhere is like an ice rink so the local hunt can keep it. My vote is to stay here in the warm and entertain ourselves." We could both see an erection poking it's head above the table to look around. "Makes sense," Karen and I agreed. I stood up, took off my robe and announced, "We're all friends together now so I vote Nude Day. I must stink from last night so I'm going to have a shower and, dear sis, you would put the average skunk to shame so you may join me and scrub my back. I won't charge you for the privilege." She trooped behind me to my shower and she scrubbed more than my back, but then so did I to her and we both used slippery fingers in slippery pussies until we climaxed again. Hugh had busied himself stoking up the Aga and getting a good draught going, He also turned the thermostat up so the rest of the house was warm enough for our nudity. So for the rest of the day we just chilled out, flirting with each other and lustily enjoying many intimate touches and caresses which would sometimes become more passionate. Then perm any two from three or even all three to come together for mutual temporary satiation. We got the Uckers board out and Hugh made a new rule: the loser would go down on the winner for the duration of the next game. Sometimes a game can get vicious and the battle carries on for ages. Believe me, if I had lost to Hugh, my jaw would be aching, or to Karen and the root of my tongue got the cramps. But when I won three times in a row, Hugh twice and Karen once gave me a climax. Lovely, that new rule! Early in the afternoon we noticed huge snowflakes drifting past the windows and by the time of the early dusk the bushes in the garden all had a three inch white cap. The next day dawned with snow now drifted to waist height against the back door and still growing. May the saints save us from this macho streak all men seem to have. Hugh, not particularly that way inclined, noticed that the log supply for the Aga was dwindling so he made to go outside still naked to get a supply from the woodpile. "You're crazy," said Karen, "you'll catch your death of cold." "Then I'll have the two most beautiful nurses in the whole of Yorkshire to bring me back to life again." Then the silly bugger opened the door, turned and thumped his chest. "Me Tarzan." Silly bugger again, he forgot Tarzan lived in a tropical jungle. He staggered in and out with four armfuls of wood, closed the door behind him and just stood there blue with cold. "Bed," I said, "We'll warm him up with our bodies." So together we helped him upstairs. He was barely conscious as we bundled him under the covers and hugged him from both sides. Fortunately no harm was done once he thawed out so life returned to normal. Valentine's Day Dalliance It continued to snow all of Wednesday and was still snowing when we went to sleep. The radio was giving out dire warnings about the whole country in chaos with the snow. We were effectively snowed in at the cottage so our free and easy mood continued and we played many games of Uckers with the new rule. The snow lasted through the week and on until February 23rd when the air turned warmer, heavy rain came in and melted most of the snow but the ensuing floods kept us still confined. Fortunately Karen was ready for this kind of emergency so her cupboards and freezer had been full but by now they were missing a few basics. Hugh volunteered to drive to the village shop as his car was a 4WD so had a better chance of getting through. He did get through and back home safely but reported the terrible situation of the flooded roads and many fields under water. With us all being 'trapped' in the cottage, we grew really close. Not just the open sex we had, even though that was good, but the whole atmosphere. It was Karen who asked me if I would like to live with them on a permanent basis, with Hugh in full agreement. I took a day to think about it. I would have to give up my apartment but I didn't see that as too much problem, but I needed to work and in the harsh economic climate, there was little chance of me finding anything so good. Then I remembered, the company had an office in Richmond, an easy drive from here. I contacted the head office where I worked and apologised for not turning up after the holidays, telling them I was snowbound. Then I discussed the possibility of a transfer to the Richmond office with my manager and she agreed with my request. So it was that, a month later, I had all my personal stuff in a hired van. They both came down to help me move. That was over three years ago and I was so happy to get away from the rush of city life I just settled down. It even worked out that I only needed to go into Richmond once a week, the rest of the work I could download onto my own computer and work from home. Karen conceived a darling little boy and delivered him on Christmas Day. That made me feel a little maternal so my sister suggested that I should let Hugh put a baby in me. All three of us searched the internet for information on possible genetic problems for babies with sibling parents. Yes, there was a slightly increased risk but, as it was only the first generation of inbreeding, we weighed up the evidence and decided to accept the small risk. Now my nephew has a half-sister, healthy and without defects, so we are one happy, loving family.