Ask my brother for help

Thankfully, I stopped before walking out of the office. Although things are decidedly more relaxed concerning sexuality and nudity around here, I’d rather not have to explain to Eric what was going on. I find an employee directory near the phone and call my brother’s extension. To no one’s surprise, it is a woman who answers. “Mr. .... Karley’s.... office....”, comes the out-of-breath voice. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why she is having difficulty gaining her breath.

“This is Kathy Karley. I need to talk to my brother, please.”

“He.... (uhhh)... can’t talk.... (mmmmmm) ...right now.... (oh, baby).....”

I roll my eyes and try to hold my temper. “Tell him it’s an emergency, and I need to talk to him now.” I try not to picture what is taking place on the other end of the phone. Like I said, I’m no prude, but when it comes to my brother, there’s just some things that I’d rather not know about.

A few moments pass, and I begin to wonder if my message is going to be conveyed. At last, I hear Jeremy’s voice on the receiver. “Hey, sis... Sorry to keep you waiting. I ... um ... had my mouth full.”

I roll my eyes again. If Jeremy worked in any industry other than this one, he’d be the most unproductive person in the world. How fortunate for him that he was born into a porn empire, where his perpetual horniness can actually be put to some good use.

I explain that I’m stuck in Mom’s office and that I need him to come and fix the door to the bathroom.

“That’s the emergency? We have plenty of bathrooms in the building. Go use one of them.”

“It’s not that simple. I accidentally locked my ... stuff ... in the bathroom, and I need it.”

“So call Maintenance. I’m in the middle of an audition here, and I think I’ve found a true star. Such a natural! I feel like I’ve known Cindy here for years.” I hear a muffled conversation on his end of the phone, followed by, “I’m sorry... Kris, rather. She has so impressed me that I hardly have words to describe her.”

“You’d probably find the words if you’d take your tongue out from between her legs for a few minutes,” I retort, feeling my temper beginning to slip. “I can’t call Maintenance. I’m sort of in a state of undress, and I don’t want some stranger coming in here right now.”

“Undress? In Mom’s office?” I hear the curiosity in my brother’s voice. “Interesting.... Alright, sis... Don’t get your panties in a wad. Oh yeah... you’re apparently not wearing any, are you? I’ll be there in a jiff.”

I hang up the phone and tell Alan that help is on the way.

As we wait, Alan turns and begins to examine some of the items in Mom’s office. The golden dildo awards on the shelves seem to intrigue him, but I’m more interested in his shirtless back, arms, and shoulders. He does look remarkably like Alex, but with just enough of a difference, that I find it strangely exciting. When he picks up one of the golden dildos, I can’t help but wonder about the phallus between his legs. Although he and Alex are twins, that doesn’t necessarily mean that all parts of their anatomy are identical. My eyes drop to his jean-clad ass, and I study it, approvingly. I feel a curious warmth forming between my legs at the thought of what is under those jeans. I close my eyes and shake my head to dismiss the thought before it gets out of hand.

Abruptly, I realize that when Jeremy shows up, it’s really going to look weird for me to be wearing only Alan’s shirt while he is here. As much as Alan and Alex look alike, there’s a good chance Jeremy will just assume I slipped in here for some “alone time” with my boyfriend; that will take no explaining. On the other hand, if he does realize it is my boyfriend’s brother, that could subject me to endless ridicule.