Chapter 9

Waiting for Brianna wasn’t as difficult it might have sounded, given that I was very excited to see my sweet cousin again. I wasn’t the only one. Apparently, Tamara was well aware that I had banged Brianna after all. In fact, she brought it up while I fucked her ... just half an hour before we left for the airport. Not surprisingly at all, my cute, saucy, little Bosnian girlfriend was more than happy about the prospect of welcoming Brianna home.

“She really should get more than a ‘welcome home,’ party, you know. More like a ‘welcome home gang-bang’ or orgy or something like that. I can’t wait to stick my tongue up her butt, for one thing! I want a mirror there when I do it, so I can see the look of pure bliss when she feels me rimming the hell out of her. I’ll eat the every-loving fuck out of your cousin’s ass!” Tamara made it plain that she wanted to spoil Brianna sexually as well as other ways.

“Well, she does have a tasty bottom, no doubt of that. I should know. We’re kissing cousins, after all,” I licked my lips at that memory.

“Oh, I’m pretty damn sure that between all of us, Brianna will get her ashes hauled sixty-nine ways to Sunday, and it IS a Sunday, after all,” Connie licked her lips as Jasper and she drank their lattes from the airport Starbucks.

“Sunday, June 30th, 2013. Someday, that just sounded fucking important. I don’t know why,” Gracie observed as she sipped her pricey fountain drink from the Smashburgers in the same terminal.

“Yeah, well, that reminds me. The first that we’re doing for my cousin is taking her out to eat, but where? Nigel’s, I think, for some reason. What do you say? Nigel’s, everyone?” I proposed now.

“I fucking love that place! I used to work there as a waitress, after all!” Tamara snickered as she obviously thought of our first ever fuck.

“And then the next night at Jefe Pedro’s, if that’s cool with you guys. Something tells me that I need to get in touch with him, too. You’re ... planning to recruit Nigel and Ian as part of our tribe, aren’t you?” Connie stipulated, to which I nodded.

“Yep, there’s more than meets the eye with this deal, trust me. We need to build a loving, sharing community of folks who can get out of Dodge together with enough resources when the shit hits the fan, and I believe that it will ... soon. Tamara’s intuition must be rubbing off on me or something,” I acknowledged, “so, yes, by all means, let’s bring Pedro into the fold as well.”

“Well, Avani and I are very glad that we were ... enticed to join you guys, that much is clear enough,” Vijay confessed now, “for a wide variety of reasons, no doubt.”

“As are Trish, Cameron, and I,” Joanna agreed now, getting nods from both of them.

“Same with me!” Eileen asserted, “I’d rather spend my apocalypse with you guys, not a bunch of nuns!”

“I’m rather happy that you’re with us as well,” Jasper beamed as he admired Eileen’s lovely locks again.

“Well, I’m buying her a bottle of her favorite poison, whatever that might be, straight from the duty-free shop. I just don’t know for sure what might be, not after staying in Nova Scotia for a while with her hubby,” I announced my plans, getting thumbs-up from everyone for that idea.

That was, of course, the moment that we heard the announcement that Brianna’s flight landed at the tarmac. It was gonna be a little while for the passengers to disembark, but still, my cousin was much closer to being in my arms again ... actually, our arms now. There were a lot worse things than waiting at Sky Harbor for my sweet, kissing cousin, after all. Part of me hoped that she had joined the Mile High Club on the way and thus had someone’s sloppy seconds to feel on my cock as I raw-dogged the fuck out of her.

Several tense minutes later, I spotted her, my loving cousin Brianna. She wore a bikini top and Daisy Dukes, rocking both of them very well, in fact, just as she did with her snakeskin boots. Holy smokes, I thought, my cousin had turned out even sexier than I remembered her. She looked like sex and she smelled like it, too. Maybe, I thought, as I ran to embrace her, she had joined the Mile High Club after all.

Brianna didn’t hesitate to kiss me, hard, on the mouth, slipping me tongue in full view of everyone else. I could taste the pussy on her lips and I knew what had happened. She had eaten another woman out during her flight. When one of the flight attendants walked behind her and put her arms around Brianna’s waist, the meaning was unmistakable. That stewardess was delectable, too, in a tall, elegant, obviously Nordic way. Evidently, Brianna had picked up a new lover on her flight, which was fine by me. The more the merrier, right?