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"First shower of the new year before going downstairs?" she asked, smiling saucily. "Or does everyone get to find out what we've been up to?"
"Chances are they'll just assume that if we're showered, we were naughty to begin with," he pointed out. "The real question is, what suits my princess?"
She may a coy show of thinking, tapping her finger against her chin as she looked at the ceiling. He chuckled and caressed his hand through her silken bronze hair. Her free hand was still on his cock, which was finally softening. She finally made up her mind and nodded as she rose to her feet.
"They can deal," she announced, going over to put on her crème-coloured plush robe, but wearing nothing underneath. Mike stood and pulled on a robe as well, but his was decorated with a Starfleet badge, and command gold in colour. Karen had made it for him, since none of the ones commercially available fit his titan frame.
Karen took his arm and they exited the bedroom, walking together down the hall and downstairs, smelling breakfast already being made. The year's challenges would wait.
***
Alex rolled off from on top of his aunt, sighing heavily as he looked at the ceiling. Next to him, Alexa was also looking at the ceiling of the basement den, her sapphire eyes glazed, her magnificent breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. Sweat shone on their bodies, their blond hair damp from their exertions.
"Wow..." she said finally, finding her voice. She turned her head to look at her husband. "Think you'll be able to keep that up all year?"
"I'll just step up my conditioning and endurance training to make sure," Alex replied, nodding. "That was something, no lie. That thing you do with your muscles is awesome."
"Thanks, I've been practicing for you," she breathed, finally able to feel her fingers and toes. That had been so damned intense. Alex's gift for making her cum was unreal. Not even Freja brought her to the heights of ecstasy her nephew could. If he'd been anyone else, she might have been slightly peeved at how much control they had over her with climaxes that powerful. But with Alex, she just needed more, and it bound her even closer to him, to his soul, never wanting to part. "Think my sissy and Mike are up yet?"
"Knowing them, they've been at it since dawn and are still going at it," Alex mused. "Those two are inhuman."
Alexa giggled, knowing how true it was. Her older sister's libido was insatiable. A person would have to be Mike to keep up with her. "Reason I'm asking is that I smell coffee and food being prepared. My sense of smell is weirdly acute after I fuck."
Alex sat up and sniffed the air before nodding. "Chicory in the coffee, and cinnamon on pancakes... that's Mister Winson making breakfast."
"Yum yum," Alexa said, sitting and in the bed and stretching her arms above her head, breasts jutting forward. "I think it's cute that you call him Mister Winson."
"I always have," Alex replied, staring at her breasts and nodding absently while he talked. "I mean, once in a great while, I'll say Jordan, but I was brought up calling him Mister Winson, and I see no reason to change that now. He'll always have my respect that way."
"Think I oughta start calling him Mister Winson?" she mused. "I don't wanna be improper."
Alex laughed. "I think he'd be devastated if you did. You were supposed to be a part of the Blackwell family, and would have referred to him the way mom did. And then that was taken away from him. No, you call him Jordan and nothing else, I guarantee it."
"Yeah, I can see that. So let's go see if he needs any help," Alexa agreed, rolling over to straddle him and pin him down, smirking. "But before I let you up, big man, you gotta pay the toll."
"Oh? What's the toll?"
Alexa made a show of thinking, tapping her cheek. "Twenty kisses!" she declared finally.
"Wow, twenty?" he asked, seemingly shocked.
"I know! The economy these days, right?" she giggled as she settled down onto him and began extracting her toll.
***
January 2nd, 2019...
"Mornings were weird," Jeanie mentioned over Skype as she talked with Alexa, who was busy organizing her room and getting her semester supplies ready. Jeanie was by herself, since Freja had apparently gone shopping with her mother. "We have this alcoholic beverage called 'Gammel Dansk' almost every morning with breakfast. They say it wards off illness, or some junk, but I think these people just like being plastered when they get up."
"Lemme guess," Alexa laughed while she counted her textbooks. "Duck instead of turkey or goose for Christmas dinner, and everyone loads up their hot dogs with pickles, right?"
"Oh, God, yeah, the damn pickles," Jeanie sighed, shaking her head. "And this weird game where we were competing to find a peeled almond in the food, and if we won, we got more almonds. That was just goofy, but the pickles thing was way out there."
"They probably just use it for electrolytes or some such," the blonde girl mused, shrugging. "I spent so much time with Fre's family that I guess I was just inured to it, y'know?"
"And when we weren't with her family, we were meeting up with her old friends, constantly," Jeanie added.
"I know about Fre and her friends, they were my friends too," Alexa said, smirking at the screen. "You guys spent a lot of time fucking, didn't you?"
"Did we ever," Jeanie admitted, sagging back in her chair. "I've never fucked that many Europeans before."
She paused for a moment, looking uncertain. "I don't think..."
"If it makes you feel any better, I've fucked all her friends too," Alexa said cheerfully. "Did you meet a guy named Malthe?"
"Oh, jeez," the brunette almost whined. "You know I'm not good with names, Lexi! Is he the one with the really upturned dick?"
"One and the same," confirmed Alexa. "Can that boy hit a G-spot or what?"
"I think he fucked my ass, to be honest," Jeanie answered. "We had a couple of orgies, I lost part of which body part belonged to who."
"Count on you two sluts to lose track of who's inside you," Alexa laughed, packing her backpack now. She liked being good and ready ahead of time. "Have you had much of a chance to see Roskilde?"
"I like it here," the brunette replied, nodding. "It's really quaint and friendly, y'know? Well, friendly in a different way than Canadian-friendly, s'hard to explain."
"I lived there, silly, no need to explain, I lived it," Alexa giggled. "So you guys're back on Saturday?"
"Yep, then we've got Sunday to get over any jetlag, and off to school with you guys on the Monday."
"Talked with your parents at all?" the blonde goddess asked, finally sitting on her bed and looking at the screen intently. She recognized the room Jeanie was talking to her from- it was the basement of Freja's house, clearly converted into a bedroom. She couldn't count the number of times she'd made love to her best friend in that room. She was glad Freja was so happy with Jeanie now. She deserved it.
"Yeah, mostly dad, mom's still doing her best to be pissed off because of my little mistake," Jeanie sighed. "I mean, they love me, and all, but my lifestyle baffles them, y'know? Back in the fall, mom caught Fre and I fucking in the hayloft when we all visited the farm. And the tractor shed the day before. And dad caught-"
"I get the picture, you jiggling Jezebel," Alexa said dryly, smirking. "Your libidos are too much for your parents. Probably why they agreed to buy you that kick-ass condo so readily."
"Probably, yeah, but I'm also pretty sure they did it to keep from getting Lady Prof angry and watching her buy it for us."
"Sounds like something Kar would do," Alexa agreed readily. Aside from Karen's husband, Mike, her older sister was the most principled person Alexa had ever known, which was impressive, since she'd grown up with her mother, Miranda. "But hey, at least you'll be back in time to help us move into Blackwell Manor."
"Sounds like there won't be that much for any of us to do," Jeanie said, shrugging. "You've got legions of students agreeing to help you pack up, and then a frigging fleet of movers to get it all done. There's almost no effort required on any of your parts, aside from directing the labour."
"That'd be Kar and Mike's domain, best believe it," Alexa said. "Mike has the lists and directs traffic, and my sissy is in charge of making sure everyone is looked after."
"I dunno how you and Alex will manage to keep your hands off one another all the time, with all those people around."
"Well, everybody knows at this point, of course, and seem supportive. But yeah, for form's sake, we'll play it down. I was so horny for Alex yesterday that I pulled one of the attendants at a lingerie shop in the mall into a closet and ravaged her."
"Wow, I hope she was at least bi," Jeanie mused, biting her lip.
"If she wasn't before, she is now," Alexa said whimsically. "I've converted more than my share of straight girls bi."
"C'mon, Lexi, you could make gay men straight," Jeanie pointed out. "I'll bet you have."
"Mayyyyybe," quipped the Blackwell girl. "Anyhoo, I promised to go help Kar prep her materials for Monday, so I'm gonna sign off for now, babe. Have Fre call me after she's back from shopping with her mom. I love you!"
"Love you too, Lexi! TTYL!" Jeanie gushed, lifting her shirt and wiggling her tits at Alexa. The blonde girl giggled and blew her friend as kiss before shutting down the call. She sighed and fell on her back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, her arm across her forehead.
There was, after a fashion, a great sense of relief in their secret being out, but she also found herself somewhat uneasy as well; after all, when their secret was, well, a secret, it was safe. The circle of people who knew had been incredibly small. But now it was blown wide open, since Alex announced it to the entire audience of eighteen hundred people at the Convocation Christmas Recital without telling anyone of his intentions.
She, Mike, and Karen hadn't been expecting that at all, and Alexa wasn't even sure if Alex knew he was going to do it. She hadn't asked him, but just trusted to his intuition. Her sister and her brother-in-law seemed to have done the same and went on as if it hadn't happened. They weren't the type to ignore problems, so if they weren't bothered by it, she imagined she shouldn't be either.
It was going back to the university that was giving her the yips.
Sure, the majority of students that night seemed supportive, and many had even messaged them on various media platforms, while only two or three had messaged to say mean-spirited things. Similarly, the faculty was seemingly united behind Mike and Karen in supporting the move to legalize their love.
But there were ninety thousand students at the university, tens of thousands of whom she shared the downtown campus with. And she held no doubt that they would all know quickly, and she would be acutely aware of the new way they looked at her or scrutinized her. She wouldn't be able to not notice it.
Did it bother Alex?
***
"Of course it bothers me," Alex chuckled as they sat in the living room together on the loveseat. "But it didn't matter whether we said anything now or later, it was still gonna happen. And I was sick of waiting, to be honest. I suddenly realized I had this great platform at Christmastime, where I could appeal to people's better nature and good will, so I went for it. Didn't wanna try while they're having their post-holiday blahs."
Alexa nodded. "Maybe I'm just overthinking, I admit. Our little secret being found out hasn't always gone well for me, at least initially."
He smiled and put his arm around his wife, pulling her close. "There's gonna be the occasional jerk, it's inevitable. But I promise you, it won't be nearly as dreadful as the uproar with the Blackwells in Quebec City back in October."
"Well, that's true," she conceded. "I guess I knew I was walking into the lion's den back then, so I was prepared, but this is my turf, and it's happening. And yeah, we agreed we weren't gonna throw it in people's faces with our relationship, but we can't pretend it's not happening, either."
Alex smiled. "We're just gonna go on with life as normal, Alexa, because this is normal. At least it will be."
She nodded, appreciating his resolve. It wasn't like she was normally not confident in just about anything she did, of course. She'd been joyously bisexual her entire life since she was a preteen and made no bones about it. If she had married Freja, no one would have blinked. This was only different because it was new and a challenge.
And she was so desperately in love with Alex. She wondered sometimes if he truly understood what he meant to her.
Silly girl. Of course he did. She also knew how desperately in love with her he was. He would have left his entire life behind to stay with her in Paris if it had come down to it. Stayed with her and married her. No matter what.
She smiled and nodded to him, feeling her confidence in the situation. This was nothing compared to the struggles they'd already faced, a mere trifling annoyance. They would conquer it. Together.
Alexa sighed contentedly and snuggled into her husband, listening to the wind howling outside as the blizzard lashed the city.
***
Freja and Jeanie had landed at Pearson and found a limo waiting for them. It spirited them directly to the DeBourne residence, rather than to their condo downtown. The reunion was a joyous one as they came inside, with hugs all around. Freja cried as she hugged Jordan, happy to see him again. She'd heard so much about him when she was growing up.
"Forgive my crying," she said, her eyes closed while they embraced. "I am just glad you are coming to live in the manor..."
He smiled and held his arms around her, stroking her honey-blonde hair. "Nothing to forgive, Mistress Kjaer, they are good tears. You are as much a part of this family as I am, so cry away, child."
She looked up at him, tears on her face, and tried to smile. "And what am I to call you?"
"Why, Jordan, of course," he said, using his thumb to wipe the tears from gently under her eye. "Only Master Alexander is required to call me 'Mister Winson'."
"Darn tootin' he is," Karen confirmed, while everyone laughed and Alex rolled his eyes, smiling. "Let's move this into the den, folks. There are still presents to give out, after all."
Talking excitedly, they were herded by Mike into the living room. Christmas mead was served, and they talked gaily, while Freja regaled them with stories of Jeanie trying to speak Dansk or adapt to the local customs.
"I learned how to say mandel ('almond'), didn't I?" the brunette muttered under her breath.
"Can you say anything else in Danish now, my dear?" Jordan asked, sipping at his mead.
Jeanie thought for a moment before answering. "Er din datter atten?"
Mike, Alexa and Freja all burst out laughing, while Jordan looked curious. "But what does it mean?"
"Is your daughter eighteen?" Alexa replied, wheezing with laughter and wiping a tear from her eye.
***
Nearly an hour had passed before everyone was caught up, and they began giving Freja and Jeanie their presents. From Mike and Karen, Jeanie received pristine copies of her upcoming semester's textbooks, including annotations, along with a pair of leather pants they knew she'd been lusting after online. She squealed in delight and began undressing to try them on, when Alexa reminded her to go use the bathroom. The brunette apologized and scurried off to begin fitting.
To Freja, they gave a deluxe engineering and tinkering kit, and the Danish girl bit her lip to avoid bursting into tears. There were tools inside she had only ever dreamed of owning.
"Just think of all the epic property damage you can do now," Alexa giggled as she hugged her friend.
Jeanie had come back, displaying a pair of the form-fitting leather pants, black in colour, and Freja expressed her wholehearted appreciation. Jeanie giggled as Freja caressed her behind through the buttery-soft hide.
"These're from Alexa and myself," Alex said, presenting Jeanie and Freja with two boxes. "Uh, Mister Winson, y'might wanna look away."
Jordan chuckled and dutifully averted his gaze while the girls opened the boxes, whispering in delight as they held up two very large (and familiar-looking) latex dildos.
"We, uh, we had moulds cast of me, just in case I don't happen to be available, y'know?" Alex explained, trying too not blush in front of his parents. They were indeed perfect casts of his cock, and he could tell Freja and Jeanie were thrilled. They even had a sac that looked like his, and tiny apertures around the edges so that they could be strapped on. One dildo was bluish, the other red.
"A very sensible gift," Karen mused, nodding in approval. She didn't at all mind that Freja and Jeanie were lovers of her sister and her son. After all, she and Mike had fucked the pair more than a few times. "I had a mould made of Michael, just in case he was ever away and I was missing him."
Alexa's head snapped around instantly, her eyes wide as she gaped at her older sister.
"Th- the one you... the one you keep in your nightstand?" she asked, the colour draining from her face.
Everyone was looking at the blonde girl in confusion, while Karen raised an eyebrow.
"Alli, you didn't..." the bronze-haired goddess queried.
"I... excuse me!" Alexa said hastily, getting up and hurrying out of the living room. Mike was looking at the ceiling, trying not to grin, while Freja and Jeanie were both shaking as they fought back tears of laughter. Alex just sighed and hung his head, shaking it slowly.
"I'll get her," Karen said finally, trying to contain her mirth. She rose from her place on the chesterfield next to her titan husband, and walked out of the living room, leaving everyone else to their gales of laughter. She turned through the kitchen and headed downstairs to the basement, where Alex and Alexa were sleeping in his man cave. She found her little sister sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, wearing an almost haunted expression on her face.
"What do I keep saying about you Millennials and your lack of impulse control?" she asked as she sat down next to Alexa and caressed a hand through her silken hair. "Well, there's one more thing the two of us share."
Alexa slowly turned her head and looked at her sister, still lacking colour in her lovely features. "I... I really didn't know, Kar. I'm sorry."
"I figured as much, since Mike scares the bejeezus out of you, and you wouldn't have done it had you known," Karen said reasonably. "But honestly, girl; how could you not know? Granted, he's never been inside you, but you've spied on us more than enough times to know what it looks like."
Alexa stared at her knees again. "I... the first time was before-"
"First time?" Karen asked, raising her eyebrow again.
Alexa nodded. "First time was before I ever saw him naked. I just found it, and I was so turned on by the notion of sharing a giant dildo with you, that I... well, you know. Like you said, impulse control isn't my strong suit."
"It isn't mine, either," Karen said, patting her sister's shoulder. "So how many times have you used Ancalagon?"
Alexa squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the name. It certainly fit, because the dildo was black as night. "Gnnnn, gotta be at least five. Sometimes right after you've done it and left the room."
