Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Morgan smiled, the bright winning professionally "natural" smile that he knew usually got him anything he wanted. It was Saturday and little Jeanie was home from school. With her characteristic impulsiveness, the little girl threw open the door to greet her uncle.

"Hi!" she cried. "Come on in… are we ever expecting you!"

Morgan entered, a handsome, dark-haired twenty year old, ten years younger than his brother Brint but endowed with the same casual good looks, the same lazy manner which was pushed to an unfortunate extreme, seemingly by his youth and the fact that he was the baby of the family.

"Hi, Jeanie… what's happening, kitten… where's your Ma and, Pa?" Morgan didn't particularly look forward to staying with his brother and sister-in-law, but it served his purposes at the time.

Having had the misfortune of losing his job with the airlines at the same time that he was evicted from his apartment in the city meant that he had to hole up somewhere for awhile. Living with Brint and Fran and their bratty kid, Jeanie, would be better than living at home with his folks. He knew that his mother couldn't dream of anything more wonderful than having him home again, but he did not want to go through having to keep ridiculous hours, put up with boring comments about the length of his hair, and all the rest that went with living at home again.

At least here he would have a measure of freedom until he could figure out just what he wanted to do next.

"Ma's in the kitchen, and Daddy's gone into the office this morning," Jeanie replied, carefully taking in the nattily dressed figure of her young uncle. She hadn't seen him in several months, and she certainly hadn't seen him since her new "knowledge". The "knowledge" was what she called the budding awakening of her senses. As Morgan made his way to the kitchen, after depositing his two bags on the living room floor, Jeanie wondered just how much of the "knowledge" her handsome uncle had indulged in! From the looks of him, she felt that he had done quite a bit of dabbling, and she was determined at once to use him in her great quest for learning. She figured that it ought to be pretty easy to wind him around her little finger. He looked very sure of himself, but Jeanie had already learned that people who looked that way were very often just the opposite. If this proved to be true in her uncle's case, she hoped she would soon be able to extract from him everything that she needed to complete her studies in the field of adult sensuality.

Gleefully, Jeanie ran up to her room, where she made certain notes to this effect in a small black book that she kept for such momentous thoughts.

Morgan, walking silently and cat-like, surprised Fran in the kitchen where she was bending over cleaning the oven, cursing and chewing herself out for having started the job in the first place rather than leaving it to the maid who came in once a week anyway. She had read a book once that said that women responded to satisfying sexual lives by feeling an urge to tidy up, and she wondered if this was why she'd suddenly decided to do the stove herself. Was it because of Brint's wonderful love-making the night before? It seemed ridiculous, but perhaps there was something to it. In any case, by the time her brother-in-law entered, any such homey urge had completely burned itself out within the grime-besmirched confines of the oven, despite the fact that the oven cleanser promised a clean, quick, and effortless job!

"Oh… you scared me!" she cried when she felt Morgan's touch upon her back. She straightened up, annoyed that she had been surprised in such an unglamorous stance by the young man who was her husband's brother. She hated surprises of any kind, and the fact that she knew that Morgan was now arriving to stay for some time did not add to her joy in seeing him.

"Hi, beautiful… you've got dirt on your nose!" Morgan leaned forward and kissed his older sister-in-law affectionately on the cheek, sniffing appreciatively at her perfume. Fran was aware of the strong scent of after-shave lotion, and felt instantly repelled by it and by her young brother-in-law. She tried to smile nonetheless, and to greet him as cordially as possible. She pulled back from Morgan as hastily as she could, turning to begin busily washing her hands in the sink. "Well, Morgan… so you've arrived. I don't have to show you to your room, do I? It's the same one you've stayed in before."

"Sure, sis…" Morgan leaned against the wall, grinning and appraising his pretty sister-in-law's figure while she wasn't looking at him.

"How're things with you, Morgan… looking for a new job?"

"Oh yeah… but I get unemployment, you know… no sense rushing things!"

Fran could feel herself flushing with anger. As far as she was concerned, there was every reason to "rush" things. "Well, I'm sure you'll be wanting to get another apartment. A young man like you, after all… you don't want to live with us old fuddy-duddys forever!"

Morgan laughed, an easy good-natured laugh. "You and Brint? Fuddy-duddy? Don't kid me… I know you two… you're probably out swinging every night, and when you're not, I bet you're swinging at home!"

Fran blushed and turned to look at Morgan. She wasn't sure just what he meant by "swinging", but it didn't sound quite right to her. "Really, Morgan…" she said in a discouraging tone. Her hand went up to push a wisp of long blonde hair that had fallen forward into her face.

"You've still got a smudge on your nose," Morgan declared.

"Thanks…" Tight-lipped with rage, Fran brushed past her husband's brother, already annoyed with herself for over-reacting to his brash manners when she had already promised herself that she wouldn't.

Alone in the kitchen, Morgan looked around at the bright yellow decor and headed for the refrigerator. He found a quart container of orange juice and drank almost half of it straight from the carton. Then he opened up the frostless freezer compartment, and seeing three cartons of frozen fried clams he set them out for his lunch.

Then, whistling contentedly to himself, he strolled back into the living room, flicked on the large color television set there and looked in on one of his favorite morning quiz programs. Working for the airlines had gotten him used to a varied schedule, and there had been many mornings when he looked at television before heading off to the ticket office at the terminal where he presented a crisp and efficient image of responsibility to his unsuspecting customers. Hardly any of them would have suspected that this very same neatly uniformed young man had spent the entire evening sandwiched nakedly between two writhing young beauties, or that he had been thoroughly ensconced in the midst of nine or ten men and women of various ages, all of whom were bent upon exploring each and every orifice that the others possessed.

For Morgan could always manage to look as though a licentious thought had never crossed his mind, a talent that had gotten him in and out of many precarious situations.

He was sitting there watching the almost day-glo colors of the TV set when he heard Fran coming down the stairs behind him. Turning, he saw that she had changed into a tailored pants suit of what Morgan termed "Pan Am blue" because it resembled the color of the stewardesses uniforms of that airline. He noticed in a glance that she had taken care of the smudge on her nose, and as her eyes met his, Morgan felt an inexplicable excitement that he'd never before felt regarding his sister-in-law. There was something different about her this time, he thought to himself as he turned back to the set. She had that same look that he'd seen on the girls' faces after they left his apartment at some outrageous hour of the morning or afternoon, after they'd been thoroughly fucked by one or more good hard cocks!