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Authors name: davedax (davedax97@hotmail.com)
Story title : Danny and Jenny

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Danny and Jenny
by davedax (davedax97@hotmail.com)

***

A sister helps her brother through a fever. (MF, inc, 
ws, exh, rom)

***

"What the hell?"

I sat bolt upright and looked down at the tousled 
blonde hair on the pillow next to me, it looked vaguely 
familiar but then it moved and my sister opened her 
eyes and smiled at me.

"Hi, you're awake at last."

"No I can't be," I said, my voice still a croak, "I'm 
in bed with my sister."

She giggled and layback down again as another thought 
struck me, lifting up the covers, I looked and my 
suspicions were confirmed.

"I'm naked."

"Yes."

"We're both naked Jenny."

"Yes."

"We've got no clothes on."

"Yep, that's what being naked means all right."

Then the ceiling started to spin and suddenly I was on 
my back again.

She surfaced again from under the covers and looked at 
me, "I knew you'd do that," she said simply, "You got a 
little over excited."

"Well is it any bloody wonder?" then my nose started to 
twitch and I realised the bed reeked, in fact I reeked 
too.

She sat up, pulling a sheet up over her breasts and 
smiled at me, "Don't you remember anything?"

"Exactly what is it that I should be remembering?"

"Meeting me in town for instance?"

"Yes of course I remember that, I'd been looking 
forward to it since you rang."

"Do you remember saying you felt a bit rough?"

I had to think for a minute but, yes I did recall 
feeling a bit under the weather.

"Yes I do, I thought I was going down with a cold or 
something."

"Well you were nearly right, you've had a very bad dose 
of flu and you developed a fever."

That was ridiculous and I said so.

"Rubbish, if I'd have had flu, I'd still be ill now, 
you don't get rid of it just like that you know."

"No you don't do you?" she smiled at me and touched a 
hand to my forehead, "It's gone now though."

At first it was just a tiny pinprick but gradually it 
grew larger and then suddenly it dawned on me.

"What day is it?"

"Saturday."

"Yep Saturday."

I still didn't understand until she giggled and said, 
"We met in town last Saturday, as in seven days ago."

"Oh my God."

I made you come home and go to bed, you'd got flu all 
right and then on Monday, you developed a fever."

"Shit. And have you been here all that time?"

"Of course, who else was going to look after you?"

That as a fair question, since "the bitch" had cleared 
off with her boss I'd been alone and actually quite 
enjoying it.

"But, er, what's with the no clothes bit Jenny?"

She laughed and I saw her face reddening with 
embarrassment.

"I called the doctor, but as you know, there's an 
epidemic so he advised me to keep you warm, very warm, 
give you plenty of fluids and keep an eye on your 
temperature, which I did."

"Oh, but..."

"If you let me finish, I'll explain," she admonished.

"For the last couple of days while the fever was coming 
out, you've been sweating like a pig and yet you were 
cold and I mean really cold, shivering in fact so I 
figured that the best way to make sure you had warmth 
was to give you my body heat."

"Oh."

Then I added, "Wow, what can I say Jenny?"

"Nothing needs to be said bruv," she giggled, "But now 
if you don't mind turning away while I get up, I'll 
have a shower, then I'll strip the bed while you have 
one, because believe me, you need one."

I had to agree with her on that score, God, it's bad 
when your own body odour nauseates you.

Turning away, I watched her craftily in the mirror as 
she padded naked towards the bathroom, "Hey Jenny."

She turned and immediately saw me looking in the 
mirror, "You've got a bloody great bottom."

"Swine," she laughed and ran through the door giggling.

When I came out of the shower, I followed my nose into 
the kitchen where she was making what smelt like the 
world's greatest fry up, wearing one of my t-shirts 
which only just managed to hide her charms, so to 
speak.

Walking up behind her, I slipped my arms around her 
waist and kissed her neck, "Thanks for looking after me 
Jen."

She turned and kissed me on the lips, "That's better," 
she smiled, "You've been stinking the place out all 
week, which reminds me, you can help me strip the bed 
after breakfast and I'll wash the sheets, they're in an 
awful state."

I could feel the pressure of her breasts against my 
chest as I held her tightly and looked into her big 
blue eyes, I'd always loved this crazy girl, but it had 
taken something like this to make me realise just how 
much I'd actually missed her since we both left home to 
live with our respective partners.

I became aware that she was laughing again and blushing 
too, "Yep, you're better now Danny."

Hurriedly I broke away as I realised my erection was 
pressing into her stomach through my shorts.

"Shit Jenny, I'm sorry."

She turned back to the stove to finish the breakfast 
saying, "Danny, there's nothing at all to apologise 
for, I can promise you that it's not the first erection 
you've had in the last week or so you know."

"Any more kisses and cuddles like that," I laughed, 
"And I'll guarantee it won't be the last either."

We ate at the breakfast bar in the kitchen while she 
told me all the news I'd missed and the reason she'd 
rang asking to meet me last week.

She'd caught her boyfriend in bed one afternoon with 
her best friend and practically demolished his flat in 
a raging temper, which didn't really surprise me, I'd 
never much liked him anyway, I just thought he was a 
creepy little prat with a big mouth.

"Right then, the first thing we'll do is to go round 
and get all your things out of there, I take it you 
didn't stop to pack?"

She seemed a bit unsure of that though and I couldn't 
think why, "Jenny I'm six feet four you know and built 
like the proverbial brick shithouse in case you hadn't 
noticed."

"It's not that Danny, it's well, she'll be there too."

"So what?"

"Well," she hesitated and I saw those lovely big eyes 
filling up with tears.

Laying my hand on top of hers, I squeezed it gently, 
"Come on sweet Jen, (my pet name for her from when we 
were little) out with it, whatever it is, it won't make 
the slightest difference to me, you're my kid sister 
and I love you to bits, remember?"

She smiled and kissed my cheek, "Thanks bruv, well it's 
just that she and I were lovers too."

"Oh for God's sake Jen, is that all?"

"I thought you'd... well I don't really know what I 
thought."

She smiled at me and seeing her like that, made me 
smile too, "I'd never judge you sweet Jen, you should 
know that by now and anyway" I laughed and gave her my 
best leer, "A girl who like girls sounds perfect to me, 
absolutely bloody perfect."

That one got me another cuddle and she even giggled as 
I patted her bum, "Come on then let's get ready and go 
to see the lovers shall we?"

This time it was her turn, as she got to the door, she 
shouted, "Hey Danny," and I turned round just in time 
to see her lift my tee shirt and give me a quick flash 
of her sexy little bottom.

She chose to wait outside in the car while I went in to 
collect her things and even though I disliked the slimy 
toad, the meeting was quite civilised, Jenny had given 
me a list of everything she wanted and he co-operated 
fully with me whilst Helen, the other third of the 
eternal triangle sat quietly watching and saying 
nothing.

As I put the last of the bags and boxes in the car he 
came out and shouted me,

"Here" he said with a smirk and handed me a video tape, 
"This is what your fucking sister's really like."

He hit the floor like a ton of bricks, blood spurting 
from his broken nose, bending over him I took hold of 
his nose and squeezed it, he screamed like a baby, "If 
you ever try to contact my sister again, in any way, 
shape or form, you'll wear scars for the rest of your 
life, have you got that, you worthless piece of shit?"

He managed to mumble something that I took as a sign of 
agreement, so instead of hitting him again I put a foot 
none too gently on his throat while spoke to Helen who 
was looking (rightly) worried in the doorway.

"Jenny wants me to tell you, that if you'd both been 
honest and open, it could've been great for the three 
of you together, but you weren't honest so the same 
applies to you, don't contact her again, got it?"

She nodded and looked at Jenny with tears in her eyes.

PART II

Sensing my rage as I got into the car and tossed the 
tape onto the back seat, she kept quiet until I'd done 
about four miles at a ridiculously dangerous speed and 
calmed down a bit.

"Danny?"

"What?" it came out almost as a growl and I regretted 
it instantly.

"Sorry Jen," I forced a smile and laid my hand on her 
leg, "What is it sweetheart?"

"Thank you."

"No need for thanks Jen, I regret hitting him though."

"What was said that made you snap like that?"

"Nothing really, it was just the way he said it, like 
you were some kind of tramp or something."

"Tell me Danny" she put her hand on mine, "He just gave 
me the tape and said, "Here, this is what your fucking 
sister's really like," and sneered.

"Oh!"

We spent the rest of the journey in a companionable 
silence and spent most of the day sorting her things 
out.

"How long do you intend on staying Jen?"

She looked at me as if she hadn't thought about it 
until then.

"Not long, I'll get a paper and see if I can get a 
flat, why, fed up with me already?"

"No I'm not fed up at all, I'm actually looking forward 
to having you around for a while, it's just that, well 
you know the sleeping arrangements and all that."

She laughed softly and gave me that coy look of hers 
that used as a kid when she wanted something from dad, 
it always worked on him and the crafty bitch knew it. I 
was expecting her to suggest that I slept on the couch, 
but she surprised me.

"Well, we've managed all right so far haven't we?"

And I couldn't think of an answer.

"Hey what about the cottage?"

"What about it?" she looked at me in surprise, "It 
hasn't been lived in since mum and dad died, the damn 
place must be falling apart by now."

"Wrong again little sister" I laughed, "One of the 
things I was going to tell you at our never to be 
forgotten meeting, was that I'd been working on it at 
weekends and holidays, it's nearly back to how it was 
before, we could go down there and finish it off 
couldn't we?"

"Well yes, I suppose so, but what about work?" she 
asked doubtfully.

"Stuff bloody work, I can have my annual holiday any 
time I like, so I could take it now and as for your 
job, well I wouldn't have thought you'd want to go back 
there would you with those two there?"

"That's something I hadn't thought about I must admit."

"That settles that then, let's go food shopping and we 
can be there by tea time."

"Great" she laughed, "The break will do us both good 
anyway, but it seems like a hell of a lot of trouble to 
go to just to avoid sleeping with your sister.

Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her forehead, 
"Look sweet Jen, all I can say to that is, "bollocks" 
don't you realise how jealous I got of that stool you 
sat on to eat breakfast and how pissed off I am at 
being naked in bed with you for five nights and not 
knowing a bloody thing about it?"

She gave me that smile of hers and kissed me softly on 
the lips, "Well if you must know, I found it quite sexy 
too, sitting with you like that or is that the wrong 
thing to say?"

"No, Jenny, it's not the wrong thing to say, not by a 
bloody long chalk."

The leisurely drive down to the cottage gave me time to 
get her up to date about the cottage, we owned it 
jointly since it was left to us in our parent's will, 
but at the time of their deaths in a car crash we were 
both settled quite nicely in our own places in the 
city, so neither of us really wanted to do anything 
with it.

That had been a mistake I suppose because it had pretty 
quickly fallen into disrepair and it was only when I 
received a substantial cheque from the other driver's 
insurance that I'd started to ease off a bit at work 
and start spending time down there whilst doing what I 
could in the way of restoration work.

I'd been having lunch one Sunday in the local pub when 
I got chatting to a near neighbour who knew my parents 
and had seen me working on it, he asked if I was doing 
it up to sell it and when I replied that I hadn't 
really thought about it, he laughed and said that as 
they were currently fetching round about the two 
hundred and fifty thousand pound mark, I should at 
least think about it.

"My God!" said Jenny when I told her, "That's an awful 
lot of money."

"It certainly is Jen and as I've done most of the work 
myself, there's not going to be much to pay out for 
builders."

As I was unpacking the car, I realised there was no 
help forthcoming from her and what's more there was no 
sign of her.

I found her in the rear garden, sitting on a low wall 
looking out over the rolling hills with tears in her 
eyes.

"Come on Sweet Jen" I whispered and sat next to her 
with an arm around her, "They're at peace now."

"I know, but I'm just remembering things, you know."

"Yeah of course I know."

She laid her head on my shoulder and we sat there, lost 
in our own thoughts and memories for God knows how 
long.

"Hey," I said softly.

"What?"

"Come on Jen, let's finish unpacking and I'll make a 
fire then we'll get something to eat."

"A fire." she laughed, "God Danny, I've forgotten how 
long it is since I sat in front of a real coal fire."

"Yeah me too."

"Hey, how about you making the fire while I unpack 
everything and then going down to the pub to eat, we 
can get a couple of bottles of wine and by then the 
water should have heated up enough for a shower, we can 
sit and get pissed in front of a big roaring fire."

"A bath, you mean..."

"Oh shit yes," she giggled, "Have we still got that 
great big old cast iron bath tub?"

"Yup, I was planning on putting a shower in, but I 
don't think I'll bother, it'll spoil it, come on up and 
tell me what you think."

As I walked up the narrow and very steep staircase 
behind her I couldn't help admiring the way her tight 
jeans clung to her shapely backside, not many girls 
outside of their teens look good in jeans but she 
certainly did.

"I can feel your eyes on my bum," she laughed and I 
felt myself blushing with embarrassment.

"Sorry Jen," I grinned, "But it really is gorgeous you 
know."

"Well I must say that it's nice to be appreciated after 
what's happened," and then she gasped as we reached the 
bathroom and she saw what I'd done.
For a few minutes, she just stood there looking round, 
her eyes told me what she thought of my handiwork, but 
she said it anyway, "Danny it's... It's beautiful, just 
beautiful."

I'd re-laid the floor completely with highly polished 
wooden floorboards and installed wall lights on each of 
the four walls. The ornate iron legs of the bath had 
been buffed up and painted black, the bath itself had 
been re-surfaced and I'd tiled all the walls with dark 
ceramic tiles apart from the one next to the bath which 
I'd covered with mirror tiles, the final touches had 
been a small television on a wall shelf high up at the 
end of the bath (with a digital remote control of 
course) and a heated towel rail right beside the bath.

"And you've done all this yourself?"

"Yup" I wondered if she could actually see my chest 
swelling with pride.

"It's brilliant Danny."

I'd certainly impressed her because all of a sudden 
she'd got her arms round my neck and her face next to 
mine.

"You're quite the dark horse aren't you bruv?"

Her lips were soft, very soft as she touched them to 
mine and I really did have a great deal of trouble in 
remembering that she was my sister.

I got a similar reaction ( except for the kiss of 
course) in every room that I showed her, she was 
genuinely impressed with my efforts until I showed her 
the kitchen and she howled with laughter as she climbed 
over the big heap of rubble in the middle of the floor.

"That's next," I said somewhat sheepishly, but I got a 
hug anyway.

By the time I'd made the fire and made sure it had 
taken okay she was ready and waiting to go to the pub 
and it was my turn to be impressed by the light blue 
tee shirt and tight, very tight white ski pants. The 
faintest touch of mascara and a pink lipstick was all 
the make up she wore, but as far as I was concerned she 
hadn't even needed that much. As I washed up standing 
atop of the rubble at the kitchen sink, I remarked that 
if all my girlfriends had looked like her, I wouldn't 
be by myself.

"Their loss big bruv," she said quietly, "Their loss 
and my gain."


PART III


I felt strangely proud as I walked into the little, old 
fashioned pub with her on my arm, people looked at her 
admiringly and a few of the locals greeted us warmly.

"Hello Danny," the landlord smiled in welcome, "Back 
again to do a bit more?"

"Yes, I, er, we might be here for a couple of weeks or 
so, depending on how much work I get done."

Looking at Jenny in open admiration, he grinned and 
said, "Not much I'd say." and then quickly added, 
"Aren't you going to tell us who this beautiful young 
lady is then?"

"Oh yes of course," and I turned to Jenny,

"Jenny this is Peter, the landlord and Peter this is 
Jenny my..."

"Girlfriend," she interrupted and smiled sweetly, "I'm 
pleased to meet you Peter"

"Girlfriend?" I whispered as we took our seats away 
from the others.

She giggled and I noticed her blushing slightly too, "I 
don't know why I said that, but what the hell, there's 
no harm done is there?"

"No I suppose not."

We ordered from the limited menu, but the food, as I'd 
already told her was good and there was plenty of it 
too, we ate in silence each one engrossed in our own 
thoughts, until I pushed my plate away and sat back, 
well satisfied.

"My God," I laughed, "I didn't realise I was that 
hungry."

She smiled at me and pushed her own plate away, still 
half full, "Don't forget, apart from breakfast this 
morning, you've not eaten a thing for a week."

"Yeah, you know I've been thinking about that, you 
giving me your own body heat, well that was something 
else you know."

"Rubbish!" she laughed, "It was the only thing I could 
think of at the time."

"It's not rubbish," I insisted, "I happen to think it 
was a very beautiful thing to do, not to mention being, 
well to be honest the thought of it is sexy really."

"Yes," she nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you mean you think it was sexy as well?"

"Well I didn't think so at the time, because you were 
half way between a block of ice and a hot shower, not 
to mention smelling like a sewer."

She laughed out loud and wrinkled her nose up, "Boy, 
did you stink?"

I shuffled uncomfortably and she linked an arm through 
mine.

"But you'd have done the same for me wouldn't you 
bruv?"

"No bloody chance," I snorted and she kicked me under 
the table.

"Bastard," she laughed and got up to fetch another 
drink, giving me (and every other man in the pub) a 
chance to look at her curvy little bottom moving 
sensuously beneath her tight trousers.

Being a "bum man" I looked for the line of her panties, 
but couldn't find any sign of them and it wasn't until 
I saw her returning with our drinks that I realised why 
and I thought it was one of the most erotic sights I'd 
ever seen in my life.

Not only were her breasts jiggling delightfully beneath 
her tee shirt as she walked, but I could clearly see 
the outline of each labia and the sexy little slit 
between them, no wonder I couldn't see any panties, 
there weren't any to see.

"What?" she laughed as she sat down and looked at my 
face.

"You've gone bright red, what is it?"

I tried to speak but it came out as a croak.

"For God's sake Danny, what?" she was starting to 
laugh.

I tried again and this time my brain sent the right 
message to my vocal chords,
"You're not wearing any knickers."

"So?"

"You can see everything."

"Such as?"

"Whaddya mean, such as bloody what?" I hissed.

"Your, your, er, your, you know."

"Oh you mean my pussy?"

"Jenny for Christ's sake."

She was laughing helplessly now and much against my 
will, I found it infectious, pretty soon tears were 
rolling down my face and people were looking at us both 
in astonishment.

"Come on you daft bitch," I laughed, "Let's get out of 
here before we get bloody thrown out."

The next stop was the village shop just down the road, 
where we bought what seemed like enough booze to fill a 
swimming pool and then home to the much-awaited bath.

"While I put two bottles of champagne in the fridge, 
Jenny cracked open some lager and we drank a toast.

"To us," she grinned and we clinked cans ceremoniously.

"To us," I agreed, "Now go and get in your bath."

"Pardon me for asking bruv," she turned to look at me, 
"But wasn't one of the reasons for coming down here, 
the fact that there was only one bed in the flat?"

"Yes, why?"

"So where's the other bedrooms here, or did I miss one 
on the whirlwind tour?"

"Well done sweet Jen," I laughed, "You've spotted 
today's deliberate mistake, you win a coconut."

"So we're still going to have to share a bed?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, come here and I'll show you."

I took her hand and lead her upstairs.

"Pull that handle down," I said and pointed to it 
hanging from the attic door in the ceiling.

She jumped back as a folding ladder descended from 
above and the little door opened, flicking a switch on 
the wall I nodded towards the ladder.

"After you ma'am," and giving me a look of trepidation 
she ascended the ladder very slowly.

"Are you looking at my bum?" she giggled as she reached 
the top.

"Of course."

"Ok."

"Is that it?" she stepped into the half finished 
converted loft and looked around, all I'd managed so 
far was to put a window in and board out the floor.

"Well I'm working on it," I protested, "And anyway it's 
only meant to be a spare bedroom."

Then she started giggling again when she saw the 
pathetic looking sleeping bag in the middle of the 
floor.

"I suppose that's the spare bed is it?"

"Just until I can get into town and buy one, yes it is, 
that's an idea we'll go and choose one tomorrow."

I think she could tell by my face that her reaction 
hadn't been what I was hoping for, because she kissed 
me again and gave me a hug.

"I was only teasing you Danny, honestly I think what 
you've done to it already is amazing, I didn't think 
you were any good at that sort of thing."

"You'd be surprised at what I'm good at" I laughed as 
she clung to me, her arms clamped tightly around my 
waist and the hard points of her nipples trying to 
drill holes in my chest.

Looking into my eyes, she touched her lips to mine, not 
in a kiss, more of a caress from her mouth.

"I doubt it Danny," she said very quietly, "I doubt it 
very much indeed."

I was gob smacked, not at her words, but at the way she 
said them and I just stood there for a moment or two as 
she climbed down the ladder again.

Either I'd lost the plot completely or my sister was 
coming onto me, big style.
I was still wondering about it when I reached the 
bottom and she took my hand again.

"Have I embarrassed you?"

"No of course not."

"I have, haven't I?"

"Well just a little bit" I grinned sheepishly at her, 
"It's just that I've never really thought of you as a 
woman before."

Her jaw literally dropped when I said that and I looked 
for a hole I could crawl into.

"Aw shit Jenny, that came out all wrong didn't it? What 
I meant to say was you're not a proper woman, you're my 
sister."

Oh fuck, I was just making it worse.

Thankfully she laughed and kissed me rather more primly 
than before,

"Danny?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"Right."

"I'm off for my bath now, get that champers ready, I'm 
going to get pissed and hope that when I wake up in the 
morning, I'm a real woman."

I did detect a twinkle in her eye when she said it 
though, thank God, but even if she wasn't too upset I 
decided that getting pissed was a bloody good idea.

She'd only been gone about ten minutes when I had an 
idea of how to make amends, she'd said she wanted 
champagne, well champagne is what she'd have.

I'd stayed here one night after going to a formal 
dinner organised by the soccer team I play for 
(strictly as a wannabee pro.) and I'd left the dress 
suit in the wardrobe when I left the next day, it took 
me less than a minute to scramble into it, complete 
with bow tie (no shirt, just a bow tie) and trainers 
and another half minute to pour out a glass of 
champagne into one of a set of very expensive flutes 
I'd found in our late parent's belongings.

I looked a complete prat as I tapped lightly on the 
bathroom door and walked in carrying a tray with the 
glass of champagne, a single red rose in another 
champagne flute and a grubby old dishtowel over my arm.

"Madam wished for champagne, madam shall have 
champagne."

She looked at me as if in shock, hands crossed over her 
breasts and a look of sheer amazement on her face.

Feeling a real idiot, convinced I'd just made things a 
damn sight worse, I placed the tray on the table beside 
the bath and made for the door.

"Danny?"

"What?" I stopped but didn't turn round for the sake of 
her modesty.

"Come here," she said softly, "Please."

I'm not sure, even now what sort of a reaction I was 
expecting, but I certainly wasn't expecting her to 
stand up, tears streaming down her face, throw her arms 
around me and kiss me full on the lips.

***

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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