How Polygamy Begins – 5-1

The couple of weeks following Thanksgiving were mostly uneventful; we all had semester finals to study for and complete. The night we got home, Brandi pretty much turned me every which way but loose, but the only other sex the girls and I had was the odd quickie.

The girls had packed everything but the kitchen sink for our trip to Switzerland. The pilot had told them one big bag and one small bag each. They all went out and bought something the size of a steamer trunk.

I had thought we were just spending Christmas week, but I was ‘informed’ mom and the girls had agreed on the entire winter break. So Dads Gulfstream 650 would pick us up on December 13th. We would fly from California to Halifax, Nova Scotia, fuel up, and fly direct to Samedan, Switzerland. That’s just outside of Saint Maritz. Then we would return on January 6th.

“Wait,” says Heather, “do we have to tell them the whole story about our Christmas adventure?”

“Why, is there something you’re ashamed of, Heather?” replies Connie.

“Connie, stop it, we all promised that we wouldn’t do this,” I say.

“I know, I’m sorry, Heather,” says Connie.

“Heather, I know the whole story doesn’t cast you in the best light, but we have all done things we have regretted,” says Brandi.

“Yeah, it’s not like any relationship is perfect,” says Rachel, “but I think anyone who reads our story will want to know that it isn’t perfect.”

“It’s hard enough when the emotions of two people are involved, but there are six of us,” says Sue.

“Honey, we all love you, and we all forgave your mistake, but I agree with the others. The readers of our story need to know we have the same problems that all relationships have… times six. You have to agree, though, or we’ll leave that part out.”

Heather looks around the room… “Okay, I guess you’re right. We should tell the whole story, good… and bad.”

“Okay, so where was I.”

We arrived at the airport at 5:00 a.m. sharp on the morning of December 13th. I saw that Dad’s jet was already sitting on the tarmac as we walked into the terminal. The pilot was standing there, shaking his head as the girls each rolled their huge bags.

“Judy, would you weigh the bags and put a sticker on each please,” John asked the terminal attendant.

We all stood there while the bags were being weighed. I noticed Rachel look over my shoulder and smile. I turned to hear a loud screech; I saw a flash of blonde hair and lifted my arms just in time to catch Melly mid-air.

Melly laid a deep kiss on me before she spoke, “Hey big bro, long time no see.”

“Yes, it seems like forever. What’s it been… a week?” I asked.

“It’s been two weeks, you big jerk.”

“Hey, where’s my kiss, bitch?” exclaimed Heather.

“Heather!” exclaimed Melly.

Melly made the rounds to all the girls giving each a hug and a kiss. She stopped in front of Brandi, “Hi, you must be Brandi, I’m Mellony, but you can call me Mel.”

“So you’re the troublemaker… I mean little sister I’ve heard so much about,” said Brandi.

Melly laughed, “Yeah, that’s me, maker of trouble wherever I go.”

Brandi smiled and pulled Melly into a spine-snapping hug; then, she gave Melly a deep passionate kiss.

“Alright, you two, enough of that,” said Sue.

“Hey, I didn’t get to have fun last time; I’m making up for lost time here,” said Brandi.

The pilot came in a few minutes later and told us the luggage was stored, but two of us would have to stay behind because it was too heavy. The girls all went frantic over who packed too much as the pilot chuckled.

I let the excitement build before I spoke up, “Girls, Jeff’s pulling your leg; no one is staying behind.”

“Jay, you could have given me a couple of minutes to enjoy the show before pulling the plug,” Jeff said.

The girls were less amused as they filed past Jeff, shooting daggers at him with their eyes. Melly and I just smiled and gave him a knowing wink on the way by. Jeff followed us on and gave a quick rundown of the aircraft amenities and a safety briefing. We were in the air ten minutes later.

Brandi sat next to Melly, and they chatted for the next hour while the rest of us nodded off. I woke to everyone else sleeping and went and talked to Jeff. We were still an hour and a half from Halifax.

As I meandered back into the cabin, Brandi reached out and grabbed my leg. She beckoned me down close and whispered in my ear. “I want to join the mile-high club too.”

I whispered back, “after we leave Halifax, Jeff will be busy, and we can do it over the Atlantic.”

I heard Melly say, “Me too.” Followed by the other girls, “Three,” “Four,” “Five…”

“Do I hear a six?” I responded.

Connie pokes Rachel, “What! What happened!” exclaimed Rachel.

“Nothing, say six,” said Connie.

“What? Six, what are you… crap, am I last? No fair, I was sleeping.”

“Sucks to be you bitch,” said Heather.

“Be nice, Heather. It’s a six-hour flight after Halifax, Rach. We all have plenty of time,” said Connie.

“So what, did you girls have this planned already?” I asked.

“Not really planned,” said Sue.

“But after the girls told me they all joined the mile-high club at thanksgiving, I told them I wanted to join too,” said Brandi.

“Yeah, and since it was going to be a long flight, we figured you wouldn’t mind having some fun along the way,” said Connie.

“Okay, whatever, does anyone want to eat breakfast? Angela made us all breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I said.

Everyone raised their hand, so I went to the galley and prepared breakfast. Angela had sent fresh Croissants, with Canadian Bacon, egg, and avocado. Along with specific instructions on how to heat and prepare. I fixed the sandwiches and made Mimosa’s.

We had all finished eating and were chatting about the trip when Jeff came over the intercom and told us we were landing; please buckle your seats.

After landing, Jeff had to rest for two hours before crossing the Atlantic. The girls and I spent the next three hours exploring the Citidel and downtown Halifax. We had lunch and were back at the airport terminal on time. We boarded the plane and were in the air ten minutes later.

We had been in the air for maybe thirty minutes when Brandi casually announced, “I’m horny now, you guys want to watch, or should I take him in the back of the plane?”

“Why don’t we all go sit on the couches and play,” said Melly. “Jeff can’t leave the cockpit, and the curtain is closed, so he can’t see back here.”

The girls all look at each other for a moment and then stood and headed to the couches. I was still sitting in my chair when Rachel turned and said to me, “Yo, idiot, you need an engraved invitation?”

“You know, it would be nice if you asked me what I want once in a while,” I responded.

“Aww, baby, we’re sorry,” said Connie. “Would you like to come to the back of the plane and have sex with us?”

“Yeah, like he’s going to turn down sex,” scoffed Rachel.

“That’s beside the point, Rach; it’s just nice to know I have a say in the matter,” I responded.

“He’s right, girls, we all have gotten angry in the past when guys just expect us to put out.