Frasier & Niles: Alone at The Cabin - Sex Stories

Frasier & Niles: Alone at The Cabin

... over at the waist, fishing through his Louis Vuitton overnight bag. Frasier eyed his ass in his black lace briefs. He could see the outlines of everything.

"My lord!" Frasier exclaimed under his breath.

"What's that?" Niles asked, looking back over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming.

"Oh-well, I'm just surprised that you remembered." Frasier answered. He was sweating and half hard. What was this feeling? Had it been hiding below the surface for decades? It must just be the dry spell. What had it been since he'd slept with Sandra? Two...no, three months?

Niles turned and stood with the sherry glasses in one hand and his sherry in the other. His chest and cheeks flushed with blood. "Here pour yours in here." He said extending the short tulip sherry glasses. "Then we can pour mine once I get a hand free."

Frasier gulped. His heart was beating and blood was filling his extremities. All of his extremities. Frasier poured his sherry into the glass in Niles hand, some drops of the warm, tawny liquid splashing onto his brother's hand.

"Waste not, want not." Niles cooed and licked the sherry off his hand, then handed the filled glass to Frasier. Frasier's head started to swim.

"I really should get back to dusting. The ladies could be here within the hour and we really need the -" He began.

"Banisters cleaned. And polished." Niles said, pouring his sherry into the new glass. He took a pull and took all the sherry at once. Throwing it back like a ...

... shot.

"Yes, yes. All the hard wood banisters need to be dusted and-polished before the women arrive." Frasier turned, his erection bulging in his pants and hardly clearing the door frame.

My god, he thought, he must've seen my triumphant erection. How could anyone miss this tower? Frasier took a deep breath and around the corner, out of view of Niles, he too downed his sherry. The warm liquid went easily down his throat and warmed his stomach. He poured another dram of Sherry, set it on a coaster then gripped the shaft of the long handled duster and set to work on the banisters.

Niles strode onto the back patio in his Dior robe. The sherry had gone straight to his head, but his mind was already filled with so many perverse, new thoughts and feelings. It all made him ungodly horny. So much so that even the body of his older brother was making him salivate. But he pushed that down. The lovely Shandra Li was coming all the way out to spend the weekend with him. Even before he had packed for the trip, Niles had been full of anxieties about their cabin date. They hardly knew each other.

They had done some heavy petting in the limo ride back to her condo after the opera when they last got together. Then, he had been so nervous that he hardly made a move. As usual. She was really the one taking charge, touching his inner thigh, biting his lip as they kissed. Then, he had been like a youngling fawn, unsteady and infirm. Now, with this - feral hunger growing in him, he would take ...