Saturday morning, the present...
They waited patiently on the front steps for their guests. Karen was wearing a light, crème-coloured cashmere sweater and snug jeans, along with her calf-leather boots. A light morning breeze curled through her shining bronze hair. Towering next to her, Mike had his powerful arm around his wife. He was wearing a Zeppelin shirt and jeans that stretched around his huge legs. His golden hair also rippled in the wind as his keen blue eyes looked down the long driveway.
"Won't be long now," he mused, nodding. "Who'll get here first, Mona or Lisa?"
Karen looked up at him and smiled. "We're running on the assumption that Remington has no chance whatsoever of getting here first?"
Mike shook his head. "She's always the last to show up. Remember the last visit? If she'd been any later, she would've been pregnant."
His wife giggled and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, loving his warmth. In bed, no matter how much of it she stole, he always had more. Her very own mobile nuclear reactor. Like Godzilla.
"I offered to have Glenda pick Lisa up from the airport, but she said she'd just take a taxi in. I insisted that we pay for the ride, which she eventually acceded to," Karen replied. "Traffic is heavy, so Janet might actually beat her this time."
"So you're predicting Mona, is that it?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"The important thing, husband-mine, is everything that we have to share with them," the golden-eyed goddess sighed as she looked down the driveway and saw a tiny, distant car turn onto it and begin making its way up toward the manor.
Downtown...
Alexa was sitting in the living room with Freja and Jeanie on either side of her, all three of them quietly watching her laptop screen, which had three different video windows open. Alexa's heart was pounding in her chest and her throat almost ached because it was so dry.
She was about to see and, in a sense, meet the rest of her pantheon...
Mike & Karen
Disclaimer:
All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!
Please Note:
There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.
Chapter XXX- A Long-Awaited Reunion, Part I
There was a bit of a wait once the first car, predictably Mona's, had pulled up into the driveway. Karen reflected on how much nicer this vehicle was than the one her friend had owned when they first got to know one another, over thirty years ago. That old, beat-up Chevy, held together by rust and a prayer, louder than Archie's jalopy and belching out enough exhaust to murder the ozone layer on its own, was long gone, and her new Chevrolet, a Bolt, had glided smoothly and quietly up the long driveway. It was good to see Mona was doing well for herself, but she'd always preferred to live modestly. Her only real vice had been drinking champagne while sitting in hot tubs.
Mona parked her vehicle in a certain place and waited patiently, as was the custom. She knew they were there at the top of the steps, but she didn't look at them. She just waited, as did Mike and Karen.
Not long after, another car turned onto the property and came up the driveway. The gleaming silver-grey Porsche Boxster purred loudly as it navigated the curves of the driveway and came to a stop some distance away from Mona's car. Janet turned off the engine and simply sat back, waiting patiently. There was a tradition to maintain, after all.
The smartwatch on Karen's wrist buzzed, and she saw Janet and Mona both check their phones. It was a message from Lisa.
Two minutes out.
"I can feel your excitement, Gordon," Mike said quietly, smirking. "Do you need me to put a towel under you?"
"Very funny, big boy," Karen whispered, but her eyes were flashing with anticipation. "Oh, Michael, this will be the best reunion yet."
"On that point we both agree," he said, nodding and smiling down at her.
An airport limo-taxi appeared, trundling slowly up the driveway. Mike and Karen could see Lisa leaning forward from the back seat, pointing to the driver at exactly where he should park. He seemed confused, but given the size of the fare being charged, he wasn't about to quibble, either. He pulled into place and sat silently, as instructed.
Mike let go of his wife's hand, and with much more composure than she was feeling inside, she walked slowly down the steps to the curb, standing equidistant from the three vehicles. Mona, Janet, and Lisa all got out of their cars and stood, waiting while the cab driver pulled out Lisa's luggage, got back in his car, and drove away. Mike watched from back up on the steps, smiling, and never tiring of this ritual.
And to think that after today, it would only get better.
***
Alexa was holding her breath, her hands clasped gently over her mouth, looking through all three cameras on her screen, her eyes darting back and forth. She was ready to scream as she waited.
***
Back at the Manor, the four women began to walk toward a midpoint between them, but then broke into a run, screaming in delight as they all crashed together, laughing and crying in a giant four-way hug. They had their arms around each other and were bouncing up and down, squealing like teenage girls.
Tears flowed freely as they gave one another hugs and kisses, and looked one another up and down, babbling breathlessly about how good they looked and how wonderful it was to be together again. It all ended with another group hug, a silent pause where they just held one another, sighing in relief at being reunited.
Over thirty years since they'd met, and they still meant the world to one another. None of them could see that changing.
***
Alexa had burst into tears, crying as she watched. Freja and Jeanie began crying too.
