LLP-316 A Family Sandwich by Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1


"Well, I hope he's not planning on staying forever!" Fran said, her 
lips pursing in a half-pout. The attractive 29 year old housewife was 
looking in her dressing table mirror, brushing her hair before going to 
bed. Her long blonde curls shone magnificently. Fran was proud that she 
had kept her looks and her figure so well since her erstwhile career as 
a model in New York. She hadn't modeled for very long, but she had been 
popular and all the photographers as well as the agency she'd been with 
had assured her that she had a splendid future in the business.

Fran had given it all up for Brint Cooper, however, a fact that she was 
beginning to regret more and more, especially recently. And now that 
Brint's unemployed brother was coming to live with them - heaven knew 
for how long - Fran was beginning to feel more trapped than ever.

She brushed furiously, letting the electricity the brush created snap 
and crackle around her head, her eyes reflecting the frustration and 
anger she felt at the course her life was taking. It had to happen now, 
too ... just when their daughter Jeanie was getting old enough to 
require less parental attention from Fran ... just when Fran was 
beginning to feel that she could breathe again. She'd been considering 
getting a job, something glamorous which would require her to go into 
New York fairly often, something which would allow her to escape from 
the dull Queens community of bored housewives and uninteresting 
husbands.

Now, of course, all her plans were ruined. There'd be another mouth to 
feed, more meals to cook ... and men were helpless in the kitchen, or 
at least she'd never met one who wasn't. Fran knew for a fact that 
Brint's younger brother was a spoiled brat, even though he was 20 years 
old by now, and she knew that he would expect to be waited on hand and 
foot, just as her husband himself did!

"Damn!" she cursed under her breath, feeling annoyed because she felt 
that Brint hadn't even heard her. He was in the bathroom running the 
water, brushing his teeth probably, and what did he care what she 
thought anyway? She banged the brush down on the table top and 
brusquely moved her chair back, all noises which she subconsciously 
hoped would reach her husband's ears.

Standing up, Fran took in the image of herself in the lovely long satin 
nightgown which she'd bought herself in Bonwit's during a secret 
shopping trip she'd made into the city. It was creamy beige and showed 
every single curve she had, including the soft uplift of her well-
shaped, rounded breasts with their tiny nipples protruding saucily and, 
when she turned around, the soft dimpling of her lightly quivering 
buttocks, smooth yet pleasantly supple.


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