Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

"I didn't want to come to the house." She sounded about to cry. "I couldn't come to the house. It was something I had to talk to a man about. Perhaps you can help me!"

"Okay," Andy sighed in resignation. "I can give you five minutes!" He sat down in a leather swivel chair opposite her, and couldn't help noticing that his sister-in-law was an exceptionally beautiful woman. I'll bet she doesn't give Rudy a hard time the way Lola does with me. That lucky stiff Rudy had this hot little number whenever he wanted her, Andy thought. And then he blushed at his own thoughts.

Denise's face looked innocent but worried, and her big brown eyes were still moist with what looked like withheld tears. "It's a little personal, Andy. But who else can one go to if not someone in the family!"

"But why me? I don't understand why…"

"I feel I can trust you, and then you must have so much experience you can tell me what to do."

Andy waved his hand vaguely in the air, about to protest. And then he gave up. "Do you want a drink?" he said, looking again at his watch.

"Yes, I'd love one. I must say, I need one. My nerves are so bad."

Andy went to the bar in the corner and brought back a scotch and water. "Afraid this is all I have," he said.

He had made himself one too. He sat down on the other side of the desk and tried to relax. After all, he supposed he could make an exception and try to straighten this out before the show.

Suddenly the petite brunette burst into tears, and Andy was thrown completely off balance. He had absolutely no idea what to do, but as a starter pushed a handkerchief across the table to the sobbing young girl.

"Is Rudy giving you a hard time?" he asked.

Denise silently nodded her head, sobbing all the while.

"I thought so!" Andy said out loud. He wouldn't put it past him. The lazy bastard probably beat her! he thought indignantly.

"Is it… physical?" he asked, trying to be discreet.

Again the silent nod.

"Very bad?"

"Yes!" Denise gulped.

"Well, there are ways of dealing with such things," Andy began. A wife-beater as well as a no-good crumb-bum! he thought to himself. He'd like nothing better than to see his wife's brother prosecuted for something ignominious like that! "Do you have marks? I mean uh…"

"Oh, you don't understand!" Denise said. "It's nothing like that!"

"Then what is it?"

She told him!

Andy could hardly believe his ears. But it was actually happening and it was happening to him. This young girl was actually sitting across the desk from him and telling him that ever since Rudy had been out of work he refused to make love to her!

She told him that it was driving her crazy. That she had no idea what to do about it, and that Andy must somehow try to help her, if it was only through getting him some kind of work.

Andy gulped down the entire contents of his glass and hurried to fix himself another. Normally, he had no more than one drink before the show, but tonight, he had to have another.

Even while his back was turned, the girl was going on and on about her need of sex, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was causing him severe discomfort and embarrassment.

"Usually, he's so warm and loving at night in bed," Denise continued, sure that her audience of one was still listening. "Usually I can't stop him and he's always good and hard and waiting for me. Usually, he makes me cum over and over…"

"STOP!" Andy shouted whirling around to face his sister-in-law. "Please!" he said in a kinder voice. "I don't want to hear these details!"

"Oh," Denise was momentarily silent.

But the harm had been done. As soon as he looked at her, Andy saw those trim legs of hers spread expectantly in bed. He saw what her dark-haired pussy must look like. He saw… too much. Much too much. The frustration that already inhabited his loins grew now to feverish pitch. In a sense this girl was in the same boat he was in. In a sense they were both up against the same problem.

Andy sat back down. He was profoundly impressed with the need to get his brother-in-law a job, come hell or high water!

"Look," he said, after clearing his throat. "I promise I'll do everything I can to get Rudy employed. I'll get him another meeting with Foster, and I'll go, too, if necessary."

He did not quite expect Denise to leap up and run around the desk to throw her arms around him, but that is what the pretty twenty-two year old girl did.

"Oh, you're wonderful!" she said. The tones sounded oddly familiar. Hadn't Lola said much the same thing to him under similar circumstances? But, unexpectedly, Denise was sitting on his lap and holding onto him and not letting go. On the contrary, she was holding closer, her arms around his neck, her beautiful young face close against his cheek. Andy gave a start and tried to push her away. But the dark-haired girl held tight, and squirmed her ripely rounded buttocks down onto the undeniable hardness of his rising cock.

"I'm so grateful!" she was saying. But Andy wanted her away from him, and the faster the better. He was sure that she could feel the eager stiffening of his penis against her ass-cheeks. What was more, the alarmed news commentator couldn't help but gaze at her erect little nipples jutting out the soft material of her tight silk blouse.

Andy made a grunting sound as his sister-in-law ground further down upon his ever hardening cock and then moved forward to kiss him, her wet little tongue darting into his surprised and open mouth.

Andy's brain whirled. He said, "I – ah… fine. Now, run along!" As though he were talking to a little girl.

Denise pulled her moistly parted lips back from him and smiled.

"I knew you would help me," she said huskily. She was thinking about Lola. She was thinking how much fun it would be. How mad Lola would be if she knew. With a slight shift in position she shifted her buttocks so that the head of Lola's husband's cock was snugly fitted right up into the hollow of her thigh juncture, pressing against the material protecting the soft fleshy lips of her tight young cunt.

Andy gasped aloud at the erotic charge it jolted through him. It was too tempting to resist, and yet he felt he must. Images of Rudy, his smug arrogant face and tall lanky frame passed through Andy's mind. He didn't deserve this girl, that was for sure. Andy didn't know just how much of her story he believed, but whatever the facts, she was desperate enough to come here, enough in love with the guy to be doing this!

And then without warning, she kissed him again, this time in earnest, pressing her soft moist lips openly against his own, and before he realized it, his hand encircled her tiny waist, drawing her sensually enticing body to him as his tongue began to tickle her lips and his free hand began to smooth along the exposed nylon covered thighs that were on his lap. He moved her skirt up imperceptibly until he could see the firm naked flesh above her stockings.

He was about to stop when Denise whispered huskily, "Don't. Don't stop, I mean. Go on, go on!"

Wild tremors raced through the newscaster as he moved her skirt still higher and saw a tiny wisp of sheer white nylon panties encasing her protruding little pussy mound.

"Christ!" he said aloud. He wondered if she really hadn't had any sex for a long while like she'd said. This would explain her behavior. Why she was trembling up against him, why he could see her spreading her legs a little wider in a lewd invitation to fuck her. Oh God, how could he keep from doing it?

He thought of Lola and her snippy ways, Lola who he only wanted to make happy and to whom he had never dreamed of being the slightest bit unfaithful. Well, now here he was with her brother's wife sitting on his cock! How was that for irony?

By now Andy knew full well that what he was doing was wrong, but he had no intentions of stopping. He wasn't drunk. Two drinks were nothing. But he was drunk on the taste of the pretty young girl's lips, on her warm receptive mouth, on the fact that she was welcoming his caresses rather than fighting against them.