Five Mums Ch 65 The Windy City

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.

I was slightly worried that Faye would come out with Victoria and start a scene seeing as the last time we saw each other, she was professing her unbroken adoration and love for me. And she may say or do something that would cause questions to be asked.

But no Aunt Vicky was waiting outside with her suitcase. Seeing as it was early morning, Mum parked outside on the road facing the wrong way so the driver's side was by the kerb not the passenger side.

"Can you pop the boot dear; I'll get out and put it in the boot." Dad said seeing the size of Victoria's suitcase.

He got out and put Victoria's case in the boot along with my gym bag and Yana's hand luggage case. Victoria opened the door and slid in.

"Scoot over." Victoria commanded me.

It was then that I noticed what Aunty Victoria was wearing. She was wearing a tight pair of leopard print pants and a black short-sleeved blouse with very short sleeves. Finishing the look with a pair of red high heels. Very Grease like.

I quickly shuffled over. I was now in between Yana and Victoria on the VW's back seat.

Hello all, thanks for picking me up. Haven't seen any of you since that trip to Birkenhead. When we had a spa day." Victoria said. (Chapter 59.)

Yana had her hand in its usual place on my inner left thigh, only slightly higher than usual, almost on my groin.

"A kak moy lyubimyy plemyannik i yego krasivaya, vkusnaya nevesta?" ( And how is my favourite nephew and his beautiful, tasty fiancée?) Victoria asked in Russian.

"Khorosho, a Vy? I chem ona vkusnaya?" ( Good and you? And How is she tasty?) I replied back.

"Privet, Yana, ty rasskazala yemu o nashem malen'kom priklyuchenii posle spa?" ( Hello Yana, have you told him about our little adventure after the spa?) Vicky asked Yana in very quick Russian. Knowing that even though my Russian was good it still had to be spoken slowly.

"Nyet, ty khochesh' skazat' yemu? Ili sokhranit' eto v sekrete?" ( No, You want to tell him? Or keep it our secret?) Yana replied back equally fast. I knew from what I could catch that it was something to do with the spa and a secret.

"Mozhet byt', derzhat' eto v sekrete, yesli on ne sprosit?" ( Maybe keep it secret unless he asks?) Vicky replied.

"Da, khoroshaya ideya, totya." ( Yes, good idea, Aunty.) Yana replied, calling Vicky Aunty.

We drove on and somehow the topic changed to university studies. With all five of us taking part.

We spoke about Auckland University seeing as there were three graduates in the car. ( Mum, Dad and Victoria.) One going there on Scholarship. ( Me.)

"Ah university can be fun for a single person. All the parties, you two remember them?" Vicky asked mum and dad.

"Yes we do." Was their common response.

"But is med school different to normal uni?" I asked.

"Oh yes, quite different. The marking is harder, and you have to maintain a certain grade to proceed year by year. But the main difference is it's longer and we don't have to choose a minor." Dad said.

"A minor?" I naively asked.

"Yes a minor. I don't know about Yana but the other two ladies had to choose a minor." Dad said.

"Yes Vicky and I did a major and a minor. A minor is complementary course that isn't your main degree. Mine was a BSc. Bachelor of Science majoring in Chemical Engineering, with a minor in Pharmacology. Brandi was a BSc as well but in Psychology and had a minor in Anthropology. Penny did a BA, Bachelor of arts in History and a minor in Sociology. And then Penny and did a short course in Teaching afterwards. What about you two?" Mum explained.

"I did a Bedu. Bachelor of education in Primary teaching and my minor was eastern European languages, which halfway through I changed to a double degree in education and arts. SO I got a Bedu and a BA. No diploma of teaching because it was in the Education Degree. And as part of my language studies I spent a year in St Petersburg, which was called Leningrad at the time and I can imagine was very different then. Yana?" Vicky explained.

"Da, Leningrad same city but different, very different under communist times. Myself I went to Queen Mary University in London for four years. I stay in hostel. One year learning English. Few English teachers in Russian at the time. Also having child who went to overseas university symbol of wealth in Russia. So one year learning English, and then three year degree in exercise Physiology with a minor in nutrition. And I don't have a teaching diploma. It was included in exercise course. And because they are English degrees I could work here easily. A lot of Europeans particularly eastern Europeans their qualifications aren't recognised here." Yana explained. I found it fascinating Learning Yana's educational background. And the fact that she studied at University in London's East End, where Dad's side of the family was originally from and the people we were visiting on the honeymoon lived in the same suburb.

"And I just did a plain old boring MD for six years." Dad chimed in.

Fortunately, the traffic was light being 6am on a Saturday morning. And it only took fifteen minutes to arrive at the domestic terminal. Mum stopped in the drop off area and we all got out. Dad got the bags out of the boot, and then we all said our goodbyes, telling mum that we would see her on Tuesday night. Yana had planned three days in Wellington and then take the Train from Wellington which left at 7:30am on Tuesday arriving back in Auckland at 7:30pm.

We then walked into the terminal and made our way to the airline counter to check in.

I let the two ladies go first. Vicky checked in under Victoria Gaines and handed her large suitcase over and got her boarding pass, then Yana checked in and then myself Yana and I kept our bags as they were accepted as hand luggage.

We then walked off to find somewhere to get breakfast.

We walked around the half empty terminal for about five minutes and found that there were two breakfast type places. A café and McDonalds. We all decided on McD's. Ordering three Bagels 2 NYC egg and a BLT for me. Yana also ordered hotcakes and a massive McMuffin. Victoria paid and told Yana to find a seat while I waited.

"You and her make a lovely couple." Victoria said to me.

"You think so?" I answered.

"Yes you can just about feel the love between you two, don't ruin it." Vicky said.

"That's good and I don't intend to. But when certain blond Aunties seduce me it can be hard. And on that topic, what happened at the spa that is secret?" I asked.

"Hmm ask your wife. See you at the table." Vicky curtly answered before striding off to the café.

I watched her walk off and then collect a table sign and walk over to join Yana. The two started talking to each other and then glanced at me.

A little while I collected the order and walked over to the Table sitting opposite Yana and Vicky. We were then joined by a woman from the café bringing us a large pot of tea, that Vicky had ordered.

"Earl Grey for six. Two cups each. McD's has terrible teas. Now dig in." Victoria said as she poured some milk in each of the three cups. Yana handed me my BLT bagel and then distributed the food. A NYC Egg Bagel for her and Vicky and a Massive McMuffin and hotcakes for me and her to share. The hotcakes came with three packets of maple syrup. Two of which Yana scooted away.

"Might these two Maple Slurpys for later." Yan teased.

"Slurpys?" I asked.

"Da, I have never managed to say that other one Slyrup? Si-rup? Sy-roop?" Yana said admitting that her English although good and good enough to get through a degree and teach. Had one limitation.

"Syrup?" I teasingly asked.

"Da, plus I may use these when we get to Wellington." Yana said with a wink.

Vicky tried to stifle a giggle and what Yana was possibly hinting at.

"Are you alright Vicky?" Yana enquired.

"Oh, yes thank you Yana. Just something went down the wrong way.

We spent the newt wee while eating and discussing what Yana had planned for the trip to Wellington. Yana just wanted to see the sights, the zoo and the police museum after we got there. Seeing as the flight to Welington was only an hour long we would land at 8:30. Aunt Vicky saying as Wellington is quite a compact city the city itself is very walkable and the trip from the Airport to her house would only take around ten minutes.

Yana had also planned another visit to the ballet, not a Russian ballet or company like we had at Star City the day I fulfilled my contractual obligations with Jeanette. ( Chapter 37). But the New Zealand Ballet which was based in Wellington doing Little Red Riding Hood.

As well as going to Weta Workshop mainly to tease her sister who was coming over to give her away. Anastacia, because Anastacia was a mega huge LOTR fan.

Yana made and excuse to use the bathroom. And Vicky and I had 'words.'

'So Aunty. What are your plans for this weekend? And does it involve me? And what are you and Yana referring to about the spa and secret? Do tell me." I asked Vicky in a semi demanding tone.

Vicky looked at me.

"Hmm." She murmured.

"well?" I asked.

Vicky sighed and then answered.

"Well in answer to your questions. One, I have no specific plans this weekend. Two If something happens, it happens. I wouldn't say no to a three-way with you and Yana if it happens. Or perhaps just a one on one. Three, I was really hoping you would ask Yana about this. But the night of the Spa trip. Which our little Tsarina enjoyed immensely. Your mum, Yana and myself kind of hooked up." Vicky said.

"Kinda hooked up?" I asked.

"Yes, we had a Lesbian threesome all three of us. Your mum and I sort of went incestuous too. And Yana seemed okay with it, in fact she was an active participant, you could say."

"So you and her and mum?" I said.

"Yes." Vicky responded.

Just then Yana's cell phone rang. Vicky answered it.

"Hello Yana's phone." Vicky answered.

"Oh yes, oh, um can you call her back in five minutes?" Vicky said into the phone. Obviously, I was hearing half the conversation.

Vicky hung up and put the phone down.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"KiwiRail, they need to talk to Yana about your trip that is booked, apparently the Train is cancelled on Tuesday, apparently the staff are on strike for a week. So they are offering a rebook, a credit or a refund." Vicky explained.

Just then Yana returned.

"refund, what refund?" Yana asked.

"Oh hello Yana, you're back. KiwiRail was on the phone, the train is cancelled owing to a week-long strike, they can offer you a rebook, a credit or a refund." Vicky explained.