We arrived at the airport about three hours before our flight. With the nonsense that one has to go through to get on a plane, today, it took about an hour and a half until we were through security and into the waiting area. We found an spot that was away from most of the crowd.
The cab ride to the airport as well as our ordeal in security, all passed without a word between the three of us. So when we sat down to wait for our plane to be called, Gram broke the silence.
"Bri, what's the matter?" Gram asked.
"Ro, are ye really goin' to ask me what's the matter?"
"Ye had sex with ye grandson, me nephew, and now so have I. What do ye think is the matter?"
Gram came back at Aunt Bridgette "First of all, keep yer voice down. We're not in our flat."
"Second, I don't seem to remember too much resistance or too many objections when he had his tongue buried up in yer cunt."
"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." Aunt Bri told her. "It's just wrong, Ro. He's blood."
Gram responded, "Look, it's not like we can end up preggers from him, so we don't have that worry." "What's your other objections?"
"It's illegal Ro." "D'ya really fancy spending yer last days in a jail?"
"We'll only end up in jail, if one of us opens their gob and tells someone." Gram warned.
"From the one time we've been with him, I've enjoyed it thoroughly." "Tell me you didn't?"
Finally, I interjected into the conversation. "Aunt Bridgette, Grandma, I'll tell you, in all honesty, I've fantasized about making love with both of you."
"If we keep it between just the three of us, no one will be the wiser and they'll be no trouble." "Aunt Bri, if you really feel that uncomfortable with it, I'll respect that and not touch you like that again."
Aunt Bri jumped in, "I never said I didn't want to do it, lad." " I never had a man do tha to me, like this mornin." "I'm just worried, is all."
I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "There's no reason to worry. We're just a grandson traveling with his elderly aunt and gram." "Nobody will find out a thing."
At that point, they called our flight. It was going to be about a 7 hour trip to London and after the night and morning we had, we needed rest. I took out my boarding pass and looked at it, for the first time. Gram had us flying first class.
We boarded the plane and made our way forward. We had three wide seats, all in the same row. We settled in and in no time, Gram was asleep. They closed the doors of the plane and we taxied to the runway. A few minutes later we were in the air and headed east toward London.
I looked at Aunt Bri as we were heading over the east coast to the Atlantic Ocean. I asked her "Are we going to be ok?" "If you have any objections, you don't have to be involved at all."
"Lad," she answered, "It's not tha I object. I just want to make sure we dinna get caught."
"If anyone found us out, it would destroy our family." "What do ye think yer da would do if he found you were rogering his mum?"
"Probably have a heart attack."
"Aye", she agreed, "and yer mum?"
"Ok, I see your point. We just have to be very discreet, especially so around the rest of the family."
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, in a very Aunt-like way, but as she pulled away, she whispered in my ear, "Besides, d'ye think I would object to that snake o' yers, slithering its way inta my cunny?"
She gave a little giggle at the shocked look on my face. "D'ye think yer Gram was the only one who liked gettin stuffed?" "Yer Uncle George may not have been as large as ye, but he sure knew what to do with what he had."
At that, she turned sideways in her seat and closed her eyes. I heard her breathing start a rhythm that told me she was asleep as well. I closed my eyes as well and shortly went under, myself.
It didn't feel like it was all that long, but the flight attendants were coming around waking up the sleeping passengers. It was nearly time to land. On went the seat belts as we heard and felt the rumble of the landing gear lowering. Silently, I cursed myself. I wasted a chance for Gram and me to join the Mile High Club. Well, maybe on the return trip.
We retrieved our luggage and then went through customs. Once that was done, we were out of the airport and in to the dark, overcast environment that is London. We hailed a cab and headed to the hotel. It took about half an hour to get there in the traffic.
We pulled up in front of a very nice hotel. If I had to guess, I would say it was, at least, a 3 star. We went to check in and the desk clerk was a bit surprised to see the two elderly women with a young man. He checked the reservation and when he saw that Gram and I had the same last name and that it was for a two bedroom suite, it allayed his concerns, somewhat. If he only knew.
Out of nowhere, a bellman appeared with our bags. I had totally forgotten they were in the boot of the cab. The bellman took our room keys from the clerk and led the way to the lift. Turns out we were on the tenth floor. There were only two rooms on the floor. I couldn't imagine what this was costing Gram. He opened the doors to the suite and wheeled the trolley, with the bags, into the room.
The room was unbelievable. The entryway opened up onto a huge sitting room with a vaulted ceiling. There were a number of doors coming off it. Gram told the bellman to leave the bags and we would take care of them. She gave him, what looked like, colorful folded money with a "10" on it. He left the room, closing the doors behind him.
As soon as the lock clicked, Gram pulled me to her and mashed her lips on mine. Right behind her was Aunt Bri, to take her place when she was done. Both, apparently, knew what French kissing was, since they each rammed their respective tongues deep into my mouth.
"Well now, let's take a look about and decide the sleeping arrangements." Gram said.
We opened the door closest to the front doors and it led into a bathroom. Toilet, shower that could easily fit six people, sink with vanity and another toilet with no seat. Gram noticed me looking oddly at it and said "It's a bidet, lad. It's for cleaning your bum and our cunnys when we use the loo.
We left the bathroom and continued out exploration of the room. I slipped up next to Aunt Bridgette as we were walking and put my arm around her waist. It surprised her, initially, then she slid her arm around mine.
The next room we entered was nearly as huge as the main room. It was one of the two bedrooms in the suite. The bed, itself was enormous. I had seen king-sized beds before, but this dwarfed them. We all looked at one another and said the same thing, "This will do fine."
I spun Aunt Bri around to face me and asked her "Remember that statement you whispered, on the plane, before you went to sleep?" "The one about snakes."
"Aye." She answered. "Why ye ask..."
