PART 4
This is part four of Becci's sexploits while on holiday from university. Like the preceding three, the story is completely fictional. If you are easily offended by incestuous relationships then please do not read! All characters are fictional and any likeness to any person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the best of my knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
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It was at breakfast the following morning that Daddy told me my brother David was coming to stay for a few days. "He's only staying a few days but he's had to pick the days that I am away on that photo shoot in London. He should be here early this afternoon if everything goes to plan. Can I rely on you to look after him and to make sure he behaves himself, Becci?"
"Sure Daddy. It will be nice to see him again. I haven't seen him since Christmas and it is only for a couple of days."
"I think he said he would have to leave on Thursday because he had a job interview on Friday. I tried to put off this bloody assignment until next week but they wouldn't agree to it. I'm off to London today and won't be back until Friday evening."
"That's ok Daddy. I'm sure I can entertain David for a few days. We could go to the gym and maybe the cinema or the swimming pool. There's lots of things we can do to pass the time of day."
"I'll leave you some money. Perhaps you could take him out for a couple of meals and a drink or two."
There was a car sounding its horn outside. "That sounds like my taxi," Daddy said. He stood, approached me, kissed me on the forehead and gave me a hug. He pushed some rolled up bank notes into my hand, gave me another hug, picked up his small suitcase in one hand and his heavy camera equipment bag in the other and walked to the back door. He stood there and waited for me to follow and open the door for him. "Bye Becci, take care precious," he said as he struggled through the door and out towards his waiting taxi.
The house was suddenly quiet. I unfolded the money that Daddy had squeezed into my hand. As I started to count it I was thinking about what I could do to keep David entertained for the next few days. Best wait for David to arrive and find out what he would like to do. At least Daddy had left some money - £200 to be exact.
The morning went quite quickly. I busied myself with some general housework around the house. In my room I made my bed, tidied my drawers and put some clothes into the linen basket ready for washing. Daddy's room was already spick and span. He always made his bed and tidied up before going to work. I laid on his bed remembering the session I had had there with him and Aunty Pam. My body began to tingle as I remembered the intimate touches that he and Aunty Pam had made on my body. I must have dozed off to sleep with a smile on my face.
I only cat napped for about 20 minutes. I was woken by a strange calling. I first heard it in the distant remoteness of my dream but it was getting closer. As it neared I heard the name of 'Becci' being called out. Not loudly but soft and gentle. As I opened my eyes I saw David standing next to the bed looking down at me. "Hello Sis," he said through a big grin. "Sleeping in father's bed I see!" He let out a little chuckle. I shook off my dream and woke fully up. As I swung my legs off the bed to get up I realised that my skirt must have risen up while I was asleep and David had had a good view of my legs and possibly my panties. As I stood I pulled my dress down and then I hugged David.
"It's so nice to see you again," I said.
"It's nice to see you as well Sis ... especially as it was more than I was expecting to see!" This was an obvious reference to my legs and possible panty view he had been enjoying while I slept. I pretended to pummel him on his chest as I bent forward and kissed him on the cheek.
"You should have woken me sooner," I said.
"What! And miss the view of the year. You must be kidding." He gave me another hug and a kiss to let me know he was only joking. "Anyway, I always think that someone who sleeps during the day must need the rest. What have you been doing that makes you sleep in the day or shouldn't I ask?"
"Best not to ask," I said laughing. "Come on, let's put your things away and then we can have a cup of tea and a chat and you can tell me all about what you've been up to in the city."
"I'd sooner have a beer if you've got one," David confessed.
"I think I can find you a can or two," I said laughing.
I was right. After we had put David's bags in the spare bedroom and he had taken a shower, I found him a six pack of canned beer that he could drink. He yanked a can from the plastic retaining tie ring and then ripped the tab off the can and downed the contents in one go. Then he separated another can from the plastic tie and pulled the tag of the can and had a drink from that before putting the can down on the table. "That's better," he said running a hand over his mouth to wipe away any spills. "I needed that. It was so hot and stuffy in the train I think I almost dehydrated."
"You should have phoned me. I could have picked you up from the station in Daddy's car," I said.
"And woken the sleeping beauty from her erotic dream?" he responded. "Not on your life!"
I blushed a little and said, "It wasn't having an erotic dream."
"Oh! In that case do you always finger your pussy while sleeping?"
"David! I know I wasn't doing that," I said in a raised voice.
"I know you weren't. I was just hoping that you would," he said with a wide grin on his face.
I was blushing. I could feel my cheeks getting flushed and I couldn't keep eye contact with David. I got up, went to the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. "I'll join you for a drink," I said as I placed the wine bottle and a glass on the table. David leaned over, took the bottle, unscrewed the cap and poured me a large glass of wine.
