Chapter 65 - The Windy city
'Wellington is NZ's capital city and is known as a center for the arts, with many cultural facilities there. It is also home to Peter Jackson and Weta Workshop of LOTR fame.'
"Nightie, night." Mum said and then left the room, leaving me to get some sleep before our quick weekend away. Whether it would be a dirty weekend or not was anyone's guess. But my week was spoken for by the sound of it
Because the flight to Wellington was departing at 7:30 check in was at 6:30, and we were picking my aunt Victoria just before six. We were awoken by a bleary eyed mum at 5am.
"Morning you two lovebirds." Mum said as she woke us up.
"Ahh, Morning mum." I wearily said as I rubbed my eyes.
"I take it you and our little Slavic princess, slept well?" Mum asked.
"I think we did." I answered. Yana meanwhile was as usual dead to the world.
Laying on her side off to me left hand side, her head resting on my chest. As usual drooling and blowing bubbles. Her left arm also laying across me her right hand laying over my dick as she was protecting it from something.
"She going to wake up?" Mum asked referring to Yana.
"Pass, you know how she could sleep through an earthquake." I said back.
"Yes, and your chest is wet, it's glistening in the light there's so much drool on it. She must wake up very thirsty. How do you sleep?" Mum said.
"I'm used to it, and used to waking up wet and sticky." I said. As I started to pry Yana's arm off of my chest.
"Yana time to wake up." I said in a loud voice. Nothing, all Yana did was make a chewing action and 'num-num noises.
"Yana, pora prosypat'sya." ( Yana time to wake up.) I repeated in Russian. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. This time it didn't.
"She is quite the sleeping beauty. She sleeps soundly and has found her handsome prince." Mum said.
"Yes and I was surprised when she referred to herself as a Disney princess, she seemed to like being compared to one. That's why she wants to go to Disneyland on our honeymoon." I said referring to Yana's comparison the night before (Chapter 64).
"Yes but she has to get up." Mum said sounding quite stern using her 'teacher tone.'
"Hey mum, what Disney Princess does she most remind you of?" I asked mum casually.
"Hmm, nice distraction son. But she is blond, does most of my housework. Looks nice in a blue dress. Cinderella? But her sleeping habits does give me concerns. Is she going to hear the twins crying in the night?" Mum said.
"Cinderella, yes I do too." I said.
"Now wakey-wakey time the pair of you." Mum scolded as she reached out her arm. I thought she was going to pinch Yana's ear again. But she grabbed the top sheet and duvet and suddenly flung them back.
"Well, she went to sleep guarding your privates, And with the morning wood poking through I am sorely tempted, but your dad's up. But you two have to get up and get dressed." Mum said.
It was then that I noticed that my mother was dressed, in a green polo shirt and blue jeans, typical Saturday attire. Whereas Yana and myself were still stark naked after out sexercise the night before.
"Hmm, not only drool on your chest today, she's been leaking." Mum teased.
"Leaking?" I asked. Thinking Yana had somehow wet the bed.
"Yes her milk, it happens sometimes." Mum said.
I glanced down at my chest and in between some of my chest hairs were a few drops of milk.
"Yes, I see." I said to mum.
At that mum reached forward with her hand and I thought she was going for Yana's ear, but she went a bit further down, to a more tender area. Mum had her left hand cupped underneath Yana's left boob.
"Still nice and big, you are lucky Jay." Mum sort of half mumbled. And then she pinched Yana's nipple. Pinching it hard.
Yana, sprung to life and also squirted a few drops of her milk.
"Oy, Gospodi, chto eto bylo za khernya? Bylo bol'no." Yana cried out in a little bit of pain.
"See she's up now. What did she say just now?" Mum said as Yana sat up and rubbed her left nipple.
"Ow, Jesus, what the fuck was that? It hurt." I translated for mum.
"Good it was supposed to." Mum said laughing.
"Morning duu, what happened?" Yana said as the mists of sleep slowly cleared away.
"That was me, you two need to get dressed and go. We need to get you to the airport and pick up my sister. Vicky's buying you all breakfast at the airport. And John and I are meeting Penny, Janice and Grace and their husbands for some brunch and maybe some fun." Mum said. Kind of hinting that there may some wife swapping going on. I had visions my father who was an athletic but slightly skinny build getting fucked cowgirl by Janice. Who was easily twice his size.
"Yes it was her." I reinforced.
"But she normally uses my ear." Yana said.
"Yes I thought a change is good. So I used your nipple. Now get up. But thank you for last night." Mum said. Before leaving the room.
Yana and I shared a quick kiss before we both hurriedly got up and dressed.
I put on a dark blue shirt, and tan sandy coloured cargo pants.
Yana put on a khaki coloured t-shirt with 'Tell your boyfriend to stop looking' in yellow printed across the front. The yellow lettering sitting very prominently across her size 8DD boobs. And a pair of stonewash jeans. It was the first time that I had seen either.
"New clothes Yana?" I said as I finished dressing.
"Nyet, both maternity clothes, remember you found T-shirt? Just the first time I have worn. My usual clothes starting to not fit anymore." Yana confessed.
"Oh yes I remember now, sorry forgot." I said, I had in fact forgotten.
"It all right you have lot on your mind." Yana said.
We dressed and then I asked if we had to pack.
"Nyet, I pack for us, we only go for three days so I pack for us." Yana said, gesturing to a gym bag and a small suitcase. Which would both fit in as hand luggage on the plane.
We quickly brushed our teeth etc, before packing the remaining things we may need and hurriedly rushing out. Saying goodbye to my dad on the way.
My goodbye just consisted of a quick wave and a cheery 'bye.' Yana's was a quick kiss on the cheek and a goodbye in Russian. Which my father was both surprised and mystified by.
Surprised because he didn't expect a kiss, mystified as he didn't understand a word of what she had said.
We both ran out and put our bags in the boot of mum's car, she already had her Passat running.
This was the third VW we had in the family. Mum's Passat, Dad's Golf GTi and of course 'Helga' It wasn't the first. I remembered being dropped off at school when I was five in an old air cooled Beetle.
"Come on." Mum cried.
Yana and I both piled into the car, both sitting on the back seat.
Yana sitting in the middle of the back seat while I was behind mum. A second or two later we were joined by my dad. Who sat in the front passenger seat.
Mum backed the car out of the driveway and we headed out to where we were picking up Victoria. This was at what I later found out was Faye's house. Victoria had stayed there for a few days, delaying her return to Wellington. Faye was a fellow principal that had been my intermediate schoolteacher a few years previously.
I could only imagine what those two ladies had gotten up to in the meantime, being of similar age and interests. Victoria being and experienced bi lady and Faye being a curious lesbian.
I could imagine Faye being an ' eager and keen student.' Or perhaps I just had a wild imagination.
The trip to Faye's was about twenty minutes long, and in the intervening time, dad apologised for not informing me of my parent's intentions overseas.
I said it didn't really matter, and that it was good that the two parents were meeting.
Yana agreed and mentioned that her parent's had never met her ex-husband, Andrew's dad in person. They had just had a quick five minute phone call before they got married.
Dad thanked Yana for helping to arrange it and getting Natasha to also help with bookings etc. Because as he mentioned. He didn't know how I had picked up Russian, particularly with the funny looking alphabet. So quickly. He had tried German when he was younger and used to customise and restore various old VW's. But he had never been very good.
Yana had a quick giggle at that and warned my parents not to discuss Germany or anything German in her Grandmother's or Babushka's presence.
We all sort of wondered why? Yana explained that when her Grandmother was just 19, a year older than me. She was a sniper during Stalingrad. When she got the news that her village had been burnt to the ground and her parents and two siblings were killed by the Germans. Apparently the SS had herded the whole village into a barn at gunpoint and then burnt the barn down. And her babushka still harboured anger and resentment towards the Germans.
Then Dad went quiet. Thankfully, we arrived at Faye's a few minutes later. Before he could, knowing my father get his foot stuck in his mouth.
It was ten to six in the morning when we arrived at Faye's, which was in reality just a five minute drive from where the conference had been held.
It was dawn and the light was just breaking through. From what I could see of my former teacher's abode. It was a late 1970's unit, concrete block construction on one level. With one level and flat. In a block of three all attached. These types of houses were common in Auckland.
