This story is a work of fiction. All those participating in sex are over the age of 18 years.
There is anal sex, and bisexuality involved in the story.
This is part 4 of the story and is not meant to stand alone. If you haven't already, please read previous chapters so you're not lost. Please leave a comment with your thoughts or suggestions to. Thanks for reading.
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The countdown
Paul
We arrive at the airport early so Aimee could meet us before we board. Last night, Sam mentioned Aimee was bringing something for her to take back to Vancouver.
"You know this is nice. Traveling with you instead of watching you leave. It would have sucked saying goodbye, Sam."
"Imagine what it's been like for me, Paul. I've had to say goodbye, and watch you walk away twice."
Minutes later, we see her. Aimee looks like a runway model, as she walks towards us; in tight black jeans, white crop-top, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her sunglasses resting on her head. With a smile so bright it's hard not to smile back. Hugging us both with a fervid kiss, she hands Sam a sealed, blacked-out bag.
"Here, put this in your luggage, Sam. You can open it when you get to Vancouver. I'm going to miss you guys...hurry back."
"Paul will be back in a week, and I'll be back as soon as my life is packed up, and ready to join you guys. After that, you won't be able to get rid of me. Either of you." Teary-eyed Sam embraces Aimee, and whispers something to her, that elicits a giggle from both.
"Okay...we need to check in, and board our flight. I'll see you when I get back, Aimee."
Taking her in my arms, we passionately kiss as she runs her fingers through my hair, and our tongues dance in each other's mouths. "I love you, Aim!"
"I love you, too, Paul. Hurry back."
Next, it's Sam who holds Aimee in her arms, as I stand there, watching my two loves show their affection for one another as they kiss. I feel like the luckiest SOB to have them both in my life. Walking away to board our Air Canada flight, we both look back to wave and blow Aimee a kiss as tears stream down her cheeks.
Twelve hours later, we're looking out over Vancouver from the airplane window, as we get ready to land. After clearing customs and getting our luggage, we see dad waiting with mom. He's using a cane.
After hugging and greeting them, dad asks, "Paul, I thought you had a tournament to get ready for? What are you doing back so soon?"
"Well dad, me and Sam need to talk to you guys, and I want to do it in person. But it'll wait 'til we get home, so let's get going."
Getting our luggage, we head home. Me and Sam sit in the back seat while mom drives with dad sitting shotgun. We catch up on dad's recovery, and mom's activities. Once home in Aldergrove, and settled in the living room, we all sit down so we can talk about our plan.
"So! Mom, Dad, me and Sam are going to live in Portugal. We want a life, and future together, as a couple. So, Sam's going to move to Portugal to be with me. We can start a new life there. No one knows us as siblings."
Mom begins to cry, and dad, I think, is shocked.
"So we lose both our babies? You're both going to be so far away...when are we supposed to see you guys? Jesus! Paul, we went six years without seeing you, now the same will happen with Sam."
Sam interrupts mom before things get too emotional. "Mom! Listen...we want you and dad to move out there also, once dad is fully recovered. You have nothing holding you here. It's time for you and dad to enjoy your life. You guys can sell this house. What you'll get for it plus your savings you can live comfortably. Mom, I've just spent a month there, and I think you'll love it. Dad already knows what it's like."
"Me and your mom will talk about it, kids. You're talking about a big change for us, but it does have some appeal. It hurts, but we understand you guys have to forge your own path and future."
All week, we make love and have lots of sex, but me and Sam also deal with the essentials. She puts her condo up for sale, gives her boss notice of intent to leave. We also make arrangements to have Sam's furniture, and possessions stored at our parents' home, until we can sell what she doesn't want to take. The rest will be shipped over in a container. My stay comes to an end, and I have to return to Portugal. Saying goodbye to mom and dad once again, Sam drives me to the airport.
"Paul, when you get home in Portugal, I want you to go with it, and enjoy yourself," Sam says, placing a soft sensual kiss on my lips.
"What does that mean, Sam...go with what? And what am I supposed to enjoy if you're staying behind, and not with me?"
Smiling at me, she says, "You'll find out when you get there. It's a surprise that I set up for you until I can be there."
Seeing my flight show up on the screen, I embrace Sam in a tight hug, and fervently kiss her. She moans and whimpers, as my tongue probes the inside of her mouth. "I'm going to miss you, beautiful."
"I'll miss you also, Paul."
With one last kiss I head through security, blowing her a kiss as I walk away.
Landing in Portugal fourteen hours later, after a two-hour layover in London, I'm exhausted. I just want to go home to my apartment. Collecting my luggage, I catch a taxi to take me home. Getting to my building, I grab my things after paying the driver, and head up. Using my key, I unlock the door and swing it open, and my senses are overwhelmed with delicious smells, soft music playing in the background, and candles burning on the kitchen table. Putting my luggage down, I'm confused, and trying to figure out what's going on. Suddenly, Aimee comes walking from the bedroom dressed in a stunning blue dress that's accentuated by her hair that's up in a messy bun, and her tanned, golden-brown skin.
Walking up to me with her phone in one hand talking to someone, she wraps her free hand around my neck, and pulls me into a deep sensuous kiss then says,
"You should see his face. He looks like a deer in the headlights...yes...he's home safe and sound... okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow; sleep well, babe!"
"Ughh...What are you doing here, Aim? And what's all this?" Gesturing with my hand through the air indicating our surroundings. "And who was that on the phone?"
"Well... that was Sam on the phone, checking to see if you got home all right...we talked before she left. And she doesn't like the idea of you being in the apartment all by your lonesome self. So, she's asked me to take care of our boyfriend, until she comes back, and can help out."
Raising an eyebrow curiously at what she just said I ask, "Our boyfriend?"
