Frasier & Niles: Alone at The Cabin - Sex Stories

Frasier & Niles: Alone at The Cabin

... face." Frasier said, leaning against the car. Niles shook his head and grinned. His cheeks flushed.

"I guess I'm just thinking about our two damsels traveling all the way from Vancouver just to spend the next few days in - sexual ecstasy." He said standing with his hands on his hips, mustering some machismo.

"There's my fellow knight of the order of Chateau de Crane!" Frasier laughed, " Now come on, let's get our things in the house and start dusting. We can't have the ladies walking in with a lick of dirt in sight. Nothing kills the heated passions of a woman faster than a dirty bannister."

"You do know women better than I." Niles rolled his eyes.

Once they got their several weekend bags to their respective rooms, Frasier went straight to the broom closet for his tools and set about dusting. Niles decided to make himself more comfortable. The confines of his winter clothes had quickly grown stuffy. He took off his Helly Hansen gear that he'd worn for the drive up the mountain. It never hurts to be prepared in case they were to have a flat. He wasn't about to let one of his Armani jackets get wet with snow while they flagged someone handier than them to replace a flat. As he undressed, Niles eyed the new hot tub through his bedroom window. Since it had been installed that autumn on the back patio, it had sat unused. He opened the window and cold air and the smell of hot chlorine wafted into the room. The hot tub was strategically placed; private, the backdrop a ...

... sloping hillside filled with thick pines and a thick layer of snow upon everything.

"That looks like it could get someone right in the mood." Niles thought as he pulled on his black lace briefs. Now that they were on, he really felt like he needed someone to take them off. He traced a finger down his bare chest, listening to the thrum of the hot tub's motor. A light vibration penetrated the floorboards of the patio through into the cabin.

"Sherry, Niles?" Frasier asked, peering around the doorframe into Niles' room.

"Oh, I see you have purchased some extra special garments for the weekend. Shandra Li is going to be unable to contain herself when she sees you in that number." He said, stepping into the room. He handed his brother a flute filled with tawny liquid.

"Sorry. I had to pour the sherry in flutes, we must've forgotten to bring the sherry glasses." Frasier said as Niles took the drink from his hand. Frasier blushed looking over his brother's naked torso. Had Niles been hitting the gym? He was as lithe as a black jaguar. And he'd never seen a shred of tone on the man's legs but there they were, lean and strong. He'd even shaved. Everything. Except for his chest, that was.

Niles blushed and the front of his lace briefs moved. He hoped Frasier didn't see him getting aroused. Or did he mind at all? His mind was as far as it could be from Daphne moon.

"No, Fraz. I packed the sherry glasses myself." Niles said. "I knew you'd forget."

He turned and bent ...