Author's Notes:
This story is Β© Copyright LesLumens. Should this story be found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission.
This tale is a follow-up to my four part story "Adam's Aunt." I recommend reading it first, but you can certainly just start right here, as this tale is meant to stand alone. As with that tale, this one is built more on lust than love, which is the norm in my other taboo tales. I'll come back to those romantical type tales eventually, but I'm fighting writer's block right now, and I needed to write some smut to try to break up that logjam.
There is a handwritten note passed within this chapter of the story, which I've set off as a blockquote. Unfortunately, this triggers a bug that causes the font face/size to change on Lit, currently. Apologies for the jarring change in the text. Here's to hoping the bug gets swatted soon.
This is a seven part story, and all seven were submitted on the same day, so they should come out one a day.
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"Oh β just a second. I almost forgot
again
."
Christine laughed. "Marie, this is just another excuse. They'll be back for the reunion in a month, and we really need to get going."
"No β honestly. I'm still sorting through all the things from Mom and Dad's house, and I have a whole box of your things I keep meaning to give you."
Christine dropped her head into her hand and groaned as her sister hurried back into the house. "This should be scary. It's probably full of New Kids on the Block posters."
"No worse than N Sync," Dan quipped, earning him a smart smack from his sister.
"Why do we fall for that stuff?" Christine asked her niece with a laugh as she leaned into the car to push the button to pop the trunk.
"They were cute," Becky responded with mock indignity.
"Here you are," Marie called as she exited the house with the alarmingly large box.
"Just put it in the trunk. I'll throw it in a river later. Do you need some help?"
"I've got it," Marie replied, and then deposited the box in the trunk. She mimed dusting off her hands after closing the trunk, and then said, "Well, may as well have one more hug since you're still here."
Christine rolled her eyes and opened the car door. Adam took the opportunity while his mother hugged Dan and Becky for the third time to take the front seat opposite Christine.
Dan and Becky finally managed to get in the car, and Marie moved to the passenger window. "You listen to Christine and don't be trouble β you hear?"
"Okay, Mom."
"You tell Angie that I love her, and that she needs to call more often."
"Okay, Mom."
Marie sighed. "Don't be in any hurry to have kids," she said to Christine, and then playfully backhanded Adam in the shoulder.
"Okay, Mom," Christine said, mocking her nephew. She couldn't keep a straight face and broke out into laughter. She then added, "No worry about that."
"Go on then, or I'm not going to let you leave."
Christine joined her nieces and nephews in waving as she pulled out of the drive. Once out on the road, she glanced at the clock and said, "We may as well head straight for the airport. It's a half an hour longer than the recommended window for security, but you never know. Nothing much we could do in a half an hour, anyway."
"I don't know about that," Adam said suggestively.
"Nuh uh," Christine chuckled. "The two of you have four women to take care of. You're going to need all the energy and cum you can muster."
"We could start with two of them right now," Adam argued.
"Forget it. No β actually both of you keep thinking about it. That should build up a nice big load of cum for us."
"Why do I get the feeling we're in for torture?" Dan asked.
"Maybe, but it will be worth it in the end," Becky responded with a smile.
"Mmm β in the end," Christine said with overblown sensuality, drawing laughs from all her passengers.
Something on the radio sparked Adam to tell an amusing story about a road trip, which then reminded Dan of something similar. The continuous chain of stories continued through the ride to the airport, the wait at the terminal, and on into the plane. Fortunately, first class was sparsely booked, and none of the other passengers seemed to mind the laughter or conversation.
Becky leaned in toward her aunt during a lull and whispered, "Have you noticed that flight attendant staring at me?"
Christine glanced over circumspectly and saw that her niece was correct. The flight attendant was certainly looking at Becky, and doing a poor job of hiding it. "I do now," she whispered back.
"I know that look. I think I've been recognized from online again."
Christine took a longer look when the blonde turned away to reveal a perfectly gorgeous bottom beneath her uniform. The flight attendant's top also strained to contain her breasts. "So, do you think she'll ask?"
"I'm going to try to nudge her," Becky answered, and then leaned back with a wink.