Chapter 109

“Mmmmm, I was hoping you would offer,” she sighed as she began to pleasure me with her mouth. “There’s a lot she wants to see and do, but she’s really keen on us taking her to our glade where we got married, if you’re okay with that.”

“I’m perfectly happy to show her,” I replied, my toes curling as she deep-throated me. The warm wetness of her mouth was Heaven. “I assume you two have plans to fuck there?”

“Only with you,” Alexa purred, looking up at me seductively. “We wouldn’t make love there without you. That’s where you and I got married, after all.”

Alexa sucked my cock until I shuddered and groaned quietly, cumming hard. She swallowed my offering readily before cleaning me off and then crawling back up my body to snuggle into me. She sighed in contentment, listening to my heart beat.

“So aside from wild, lesbian sex,” I sighed, stroking her back. “What do you two like to do for fun?”

Alexa thought for several seconds, making no reply until I slid my hand down and pinched her behind. She giggled and smiled at me. “Alright, alright, there’s actually more than just sex.”

“I don’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed.” I quipped.

“It’s going to sound cheesy, but Freja really loves karaoke.” Alexa mentioned. “If she’s not fucking, she’s happy deep-throating a microphone.”

“So she can sing?”

“Not at all, I’ve heard cats fuck with more harmony,” Alexa sighed. “But when was karaoke ever about being able to sing?”

“True,” I admitted. “So karaoke will be fun and painful in equal measure.”

“She doesn’t mind if you laugh, she’s a bit of a ham.” Alexa assured me. “It’s not like she thinks she’s Edith Piaf, she knows she sounds like a dying giraffe when she sings. I think that’s part of the fun for her.”

“But you’ve got a beautiful singing voice, so I imagine duets are awkward.”

“You’ll have to see them to believe them.” Alexa giggled.

“You two can face off against mom and dad, they’re quiet the karaoke tag-team.” I told her.

“Riiiiight,” Alexa snorted. “Like there’d be any room for my sister on a karaoke stage once your dad somehow squeezed onto it.”

“She sometimes sits in his lap, it’s like watching a talking puppet routine,” I chuckled. “Especially funny when mom gets shit-faced and forgets or can’t keep up with the lyrics.”

“God, my sister drunk and doing karaoke.” Alexa almost moaned, burying her face in my shoulder. “You sure I’m ready for that? Sounds painful.”

“She’s definitely a disappointment to the Empire.” I agreed.

***

We were waiting inside the terminal, just past Customs. It wasn’t terribly busy, since it was three in the morning. There were maybe ten other people, excluding employees. Freja’s flight had arrived maybe twenty minutes ago and she’d just messaged Alexa to let us know she’d be outside shortly. My aunt was trying to stand still, but she was moving back and forth from foot to foot, her gaze fixed squarely on the exit Freja would emerge from. My mom smiled at her and squeezed her hand gently.

I already knew, of course, what Freja looked like, all of her. But Alexa had shown my mom and dad pictures so they knew who they were looking for, in case she came out a different exit. Alexa had also sent Freja pics of my mom and dad, so she knew who to look for and what to expect. Not that she’d have any problem seeing my dad, who was a good head taller than anyone else in the terminal, myself included. And I’m not exactly short.

People started exiting from the Customs and Inspections station and I heard Alexa draw in a breath, plainly getting worked up. Her eyes darted over the passengers, scanning for signs of her friend. People were met by those awaiting them and departed, leaving us waiting. I could almost feel Alexa’s panic when there was no Freja to be espied.

And then there she was. She came out last, standing in the doorway for dramatic effect and letting us see her. Her honey-blonde hair fell almost to her shoulders. She smiled warmly upon seeing us. She was wearing an old Horrorpops t-shirt and snug jeans. Her rolling suitcase, plastered with Danish sticker-flags, waited at her side.

“I think that’s your cue, Alli…” my mom whispered.

Alexa broke away from us, walking forward slowly while Freja came into the waiting area. At about twenty feet, they both broke into a run and then leapt at one another. Their bodies crashed together mid-air and they fell on their sides, holding each other tight. Freja’s legs were wrapped around Alexa’s waist. People still in the terminal glanced over for a moment but politely said nothing and continued on their way.

We waited for several seconds to see if anything happened, but they didn’t stir. Mom tilted her head to one side in curiosity while dad checked his watch. Mom finally looked at me and made a subtle motion with her head, indicating I should go investigate, make sure they hadn’t knocked themselves out with that unexpected (on our part) impact.

I walked up slowly, standing near Alexa and looking down. They weren’t unconscious, but were holding one another tight, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. They weren’t even saying anything. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people so relieved to see each other.

“Glad to see you didn’t kayo yourselves with that greeting.” I said, waiting patiently. “Need some time still?”

“It’s okay now, Alex,” my aunt replied in a voice barely more than a whisper. “We’re just glad to be back together.”

Freja barely nodded.

Alexa finally held her hand out toward me, indicating a desire for an assist in getting up. “Little help?”

Freja stuck out her hand as well and I planted my feet at the bottom of theirs and took their hands, pulling them up. They rose easily, the hands I was not using still wrapped around one another’s waists. “Thank you,” they both said to me as my parents walked up. “Thank you, Alex.”

“Quite the greeting,” mom commented as she arrived, smiling. “That a tradition in Denmark?”

“Not so much, no,” Freja admitted, blushing slightly and nodding her head respectfully. “Maybe just for Alexandra and I.”

Without another word, she stepped forward and hugged my mother, who returned the hug easily. Alexa’s eyes almost teared up, she seemed so delighted that her friend was adjusting readily and making friends with her family. That had to be emotional for her. Everything seemed to come so naturally to my aunt, I was always intrigued to see moments like this.

“Thank you for having me here.” Freja said quietly before breaking the embrace with my mother and turning to my father, whom she stared up at almost in disbelief. She was the shortest person here and barely reached the bottom of his pecs.

“Hvor forsøger man at kramme det?” she asked Alexa out of the corner of her mouth.

“Omkring taljen er en god begyndelse.” Dad replied simply.

Freja goggled up at dad with mild shock while Alexa almost scowled. “Since when the Hell do you speak Danish?”

“Ikke min skyld ingen spørger.” dad pointed out. Alexa shot my mother a look, who put her hands up in a gesture of non-invlvement. “Don’t look at me, I don’t keep track of what he speaks.”

She looked at me next and I shook my head. “Short answer, don’t try to have a private conversation around him, I guess.”

“Odin ser over mig, mens jeg forsøger at kramme denne kæmpe…” Freja muttered before hugging dad around the waist as he had originally suggested. Mom just rolled her eyes while Alexa giggled. Dad returned the hug before Freja broke it and turned to me.

“And this is the nephew with the games, yes?” she mused before hugging me. I scowled through the hug while my mother snickered.

“Your fame precedes you, Alex.” she quipped as she watched Freja hug me. But what she didn’t see was the Danish girl subtly stroking the back of my neck as she did so and whisper in my ear ever so quietly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make that crack up to you later…”

She ended the hug and took her place at Alexa’s side, their fingers laced together. Mom and dad asked her how the flight went and asked if she needed to change any currency before suggesting we get on the road. Freja proved accomodating to all suggestions, admitting she was tired from the flight but also excited to be here.