The Family Jewels [8]
The car warms up a bit as Janie and Michel drive home from the airport. Michel smiles, chucking to himself and shaking his head. Janie notices.
"What's so funny?"
"A worm... Janie... a worm!" Michel laughs.
"Shut up! I was trying to play with you is all. Besides, admit it... it was still pretty kinky."
"Kind of. I mean... no arms or legs... saved me the trouble of having to tie you up," Michel smirked as Janie rolled her eyes, giggling.
"I'm not quite ready to go home, though," Janie says, sighing and laying her head back against her seat, "I kind of want to go on another trip."
"You sure? We could have a nice traditional Christmas before the snow goes away, you know," Michel says.
"True... but... I mean... the point of a vacation is to get away from home for the whole holiday, you know? Why not Europe? I mean, we can still enjoy the snow and have a traditional holiday, but get away from home."
Michel thought for a moment, soon nodding in agreement, "True... plus we won't have to worry about Mrs. Garner's fruit cakes piling up on our porch again."
"Hehe... so... can we go to Europe? I'm thinking London - ooh, the Kensington hotel! I hear that's a nice place."
"I've been there on business trips before, it's rather nice, actually. We'll go there. We'll watch cheesy Christmas movies, drink cocoa, and wear ugly sweaters, the works. We'll even get a tree - how does that sound?"
"Oh, Michie... I'm excited! I can't wait to re-pack!" Janie squeals, hugging herself in her jacket.
Having packed warmer clothing, a quilt, some cheesy Christmas DVDs, and mint and pumpkin spice bath bombs, among other necessities, Michel and Janie boarded their plane to London.
As before, the first class treatment was nice, but the ride was a bit long. The movie playing on the plane was "It's a Wonderful Life", and since the holidays are coming ever nearer, the dinner special is ham, cranberry sauce, three bean salad, and a either potatoes or stuffing - or even both.
Dinner and a movie are already feeling like Christmas on the airplane, so Michel decided it would be nice to break out the quilt for the ride to London.
Janie falls asleep on Michel's shoulder, her nose twitching as it always does in her sleep. Peering down, Michel notices that Janie's blouse pocket beneath her unzipped jacket is gleaming slightly.
She brought the earrings.
Michel smirks and rests his head back on his seat, closing his eyes as he takes a sip of his Brandy, setting it on the tray before him as his feet are warmed by a hot towel.
"This is it. The Kensington. You're in for a treat, Hon. They have such good bellhops here. Well... I suppose we call them busboys or hotel assistants now, but... you get it. Come on, I'm freezing my balls off out here."
Michel grabs his wife's bags along with his own as Janie holds the door open for him. Entering, a hotel assistant notices all of Michel's luggage bags and hops right to helping him.
"Thanks. Man, strangest summer ever, right?" Michel jokes, nodding a little as the assistant chuckles.
The assistant's regal British accent chimes, "Halson, right? Michel and Janie Halson?" the assistant asks, "The Kensington Suits, correct?"
"That's us," Janie says, smiling and rubbing her hands together, admiring the lobby, "Wow, even the lobby looks amazing. So... regal."
The lobby walls are a soft cream, reflecting a warm glow from the glass chandeliers hanging about the ceilings. The front desk is conveniently pressed into the wall, making for more walking room.
The furniture seemed almost Victorian, sporting a deep red wine color on dark wood legs, matching the carpeting below. The rubber tree plants dotted about the room accented each corner, complementing the paintings and mirrors, which in turn brought the entire room together.
"We do our best, Mrs. Halson. Welcome to the Kensington. I assure you you'll be most comfortable."
Once they've settled, Michel and Janie spread their quilt over their large, king size bed. The blanket barely fit, but it was big enough for the two to snuggle beneath.
"So how long will we stay?" Janie asks.
"I've pre-paid to stay for the week. We'll be here for a few days even after Christmas, so that way we'll get to spend our holidays in style."
"That's wonderful! I didn't know you could pre-pay it," says Janie, "That's pretty useful. So... since we're here, what'll we do?"
"I'm thinking I should show you London. I've been here on business, but never really got to enjoy it," Michel says, tucking away the last of their clothing into the dresser.
"So let's do that! But... let's warm up first."
Cocoa filling Michel's belly was a feeling that he'd always loved. Janie always prefers a peppermint stick in hers, so walking down the street with Michel sounded like teeth chattering and sipping for several minutes.
"How can you eat that outside?" Michel laughs.
"It's good, okay? Try it," Janie says, poking Michel's lips with the candy stick.
"It's got your slobber all over it!" Michel laughs, ducking out of the way.
"Oh please, Nerd."
"Nerd? Really?"
"Yeah, really! Nerd."
"You're lucky I love you," Michel laughs, almost warning.
"Or what?" Janie laughs back.
"Or this..." Michel bends and scoops up some snow, throwing a snowball at his wife.
Janie drops her candy stick and hurls a ball back, and soon, all hell breaks loose. Snowballs in many sizes fly across the streets of London. Even passersby stop and have a gaze, chuckling and once in a while, tossing in a ball of their own.
Michel and Janie feel like children again, laughing and playing in the snow, chasing each other down town past many stores and many people. Their smiles are frozen to their faces as snow dusts their skin with each poof of impact, and for once, all worry and stress is purely gone.
Michel chases Janie to the front of a movie theater, both laughing and stopping before the building to catch their breath.
"I... I haven't done that in a long, long time!" Janie pants, giggling and dabbing the sweat away from her upper lip and brow.
"I know... I haven't felt like that in a long time. I guess it's good we stayed away from home for a bit. Wanna go warm up? There's movies playing here."
"Uugh, yes please!" Janie groans from the cold, "A hot, soft pretzel and a good movie. What's playing?"
"How the Grinch Stole Christmas. With Jim Carrey, supposed to be hilarious - wanna go?" Michel says, digging in his pocket for his wallet.
"Yeah, I don't think I've seen that," Janie replies.
"Oh... shit," Michel says, feeling all over his jeans pockets and his coat pockets.
"What? What's wrong?"
"My wallet... I must have left it by the phone at home when I pre-paid for everything... remember? I pre-paid for the room and tickets home... I have the tickets home in the hotel room but I left my wallet at home."
Michel sighed, "Fuck... I wanted this to be perfect."
Janie smiles, "Hey... this is perfect. You brought your ring, right? And I have my earrings..."
"So? You want to fuck in London?" Michel laughs.
"Maybe later," Janie winks, "but no, look."
Janie points to a sign that reads: "CHILDREN 12 AND UNDER: FREE VIEWINGS"
"Oh... Oh! You're sexy and clever," Michel says.
"Right! So I'll be some eleven year old boy and you can be my little sister."
"Why do I always have to be the girl?" Michel asks.
"It's exciting, okay?" Janie giggles, slipping her earrings in and concentrating on changing only her body, and in almost no time, becoming a young boy with black hair, brown eyes, freckles, and a brown plaid over-shirt covering a red shirt with an aged-looking picture of a Griffon. Below the shirt were black jeans and old looking shoes.
"Wow, well okay then... are you all kid or... just outside?" Michel asks.
"Just outside. Inside I'm still me completely," Janie says, holding her accent all the same, only her voice sounds younger and more like a Bostonian boy.
"Alright then... uh..." Michel takes the ring out if his jeans pocket and slides it on, "Little girl, maybe ten years old... give me... I dunno. Black hair, green eyes, and... I don't want to be flat. Gimme something I can play with."
"Michel!" Janie scolds playfully.
"Little curves, but not too much... but still a kid... but... only outside. How's that sound?"
"Sounds good. I'll wait inside, do it quick before someone sees," Janie says, slipping into the theatre.
Concentrating, Michel slowly changes. He ducks behind the theater in a small alleyway, seeing the world around him get taller as he himself got a bit shorter. His chest forms two small breasts, not large and firm, but petit, noticeable breasts. His hips become curvy and his hair became short, in a bob, and black.
Looking down, he could see he was wearing red snowpants and a pink jacket. White winter boots covered his feet, and he wore a red cap and red mittens.
"Testing," Michel says, his voice adorable, small and feminine, but also British, "very well then... okay. Janie's waiting inside."
Michel enters the theater, seeing Janie disguised as her older brother, waving for his attention.
"There you are. Nobody saw?" Janie asks.
"Nobody," Michel reassures.
"You're British," Janie notices, "Nice, I suppose."
"Yeah, well... at least I'm still speaking the way I want to speak... this'll be easier. Okay, let's go get the tickets so we can change back once we get our seats."
Michel and Janie approach the service desk where they see many concessions and drinks, and also ticket listings. Janie speaks up and grabs an employee's attention.
"Excuse me... my sister and I want to see How the Grinch Stole Christmas? The sign out there says it's free."
"Sure, lad, two for The Grinch - buyin' any snacks today, are you?"
"Um," Janie says, looking at Michel, who shakes his head, "No, thanks. Just the movie."
"Alrighty... tell your mum and dad they'll need to pay, though."
"They already did, Sir," Michel lies, "They're waiting for us now. We'll have to hurry so we don't worry them."
"Have fun!" the employee shouts, returning to work.
"Wait, Janie," Michel stops Janie in the hallway, "I've really got to pee. Go ahead in without me and I'll find you. Save us a seat in the back, though so we can change back!"
"Fine, but hurry up! Don't just... mess around in there," Janie scolds, hurrying off to the movie.
Michel hurries into the ladies' room, running into a stall and slamming it closed, locking it. He pulls down his snow pants and reveals two young, slender legs. Am I not wearing anything? Oh no, wait... Michel notices he's wearing black denim short-shorts. He unzips his jacket and revealing a white crop-top with spaghetti straps. The shirt is torn just under his small breasts, and looking under his shirt, he sees he has no bra.
"Holy shit... I wonder if..." he pulls down his tiny shorts and reveals a black G-String. Holy fuck. That's kind of hot... I wonder if anyone's in here?
"Hello? Am I the only one in here?" Michel asks out loud, his voice echoing in the bathroom, "Oh, good!"
Michel Kicks his snow clothing to the corner of the stall, making his way, barefoot, to the bathroom door, locking it, and walking back to the large, long mirror that covered most of the sink area. Just behind the four marble sinks, the mirror reflected back the image of a child.
"That's me... I'm pretty mature lookin' for ten," Michel says, touching the mirror. Looking over to the door, he made sure the latch was locked before looking back at himself. Immediately, he lifted his little shirt over his head and set it on the counter.
He felt his small, plush breasts. His nipples were erect and sensitive as he fondled them, beginning to breathe heavily, he slipped off his shorts, letting them fall to his ankles along with the G-Sting. Standing completely nude before the mirror, Michel opens his labia, peering down at his clitoris, feeling his heart beat faster.
"I just... I have to... but Janie... I'll keep her waiting..."
In the theater, it's almost silent - almost being that the kids with their parents are talking quietly during the previews.
Sitting in the back, Janie kicks back and watches all the people move about far, far below her as she has a massive view of the screen.
Janie looks down at her crotch as she rests her feet on seats before her, one seat beneath each sneaker. I wonder... I don't think I've really had a moment to myself for a while... and... nobody can see me up here. Janie slowly, quietly unzips her fly, slipping her hand inside.
She feels her flaccid penis, but as she cups her hand over her pre-pubescent shaft, she strokes a little, almost petting it, caressing it, and feeling it stiffen.
Michel looks at himself in the mirror as he rubs his clit a little faster, leaning into his hand, feeling how wet he's getting. His hand becomes shining with his juices as his nipples get much harder. Damn... this is pretty wet! I gotta... I gotta fuck... I need to fuck!
Michel climbs the bathroom counter and mounts over one of the sink's faucets, turning on the warm water, heating up the faucet. He rubs his clitoris against the hot metal, sliding a finger up inside himself, feeling his spongy, wet vaginal walls pulsate as he grinds over the faucet.
Janie's erection is strong and rather thick. She can't help but start to stroke. Watching below, the adrenaline of possibly getting caught rushes through her body, exciting her even more. Goosebumps trail over her arms as a bead of precum drips from his tip, running down his shaft and into his fist, acting as a small amount of lubricant.
God... this is exciting. I could get caught! But... agh... it feels so good... I'm glad Michie decided to take his time. Janie strokes a bit faster, looking around for something to cum into when the time comes, but finds nothing.
Michel rides the faucet, moaning and breathing hard, leaning against the mirror, fondling his nipples as he grinds faster. The water splashes against the inside of the sink and hits Michel's crotch, making his pussy much, much wetter than his juices had already made it.
He moans, hovering above the faucet and watching himself stir his fingers around his clit, rubbing faster, and faster as his moans intensify, filling the bathroom with echoes of young pleasure.
Finally, with a pinch and slight twist of his right nipple and a moaning scream of pleasure, Michel manages to cum, his head feeling light and his small body forcing out copious amounts of hot, silky fluid, spraying his cum into the sink, washing down with the water, and onto the counter, all over his lap.
Janie strokes herself harder, and faster, feeling closer to cumming. She remembers the trip to Australia - she remembers how much Michel's cum had filled her.
Remembering the feel and taste of Michel's cum, Janie masturbates even faster, her small testicles bouncing beneath her young male body. Her heart flutters and her stomach tightens as she fights back a moan.
She feels it. Shit... I'm gonna cum! Where... where do I... put it? I... fuck... here goes!
Janie stands, turning to face her seat. She sits on her knees and thrusts against the back of the seat, rubbing her shaft against it as she continues to stroke herself, and soon, she cums, spraying her seed into the chair, panting and trying to keep a low profile.
Nobody catches her, and nobody sees what she's doing. She sighs with relief and a grin streaks her face as she continues gushing cum onto the chair before her. As she finishes, she shakes her shaft and tucks it away, moving a few seats down and claiming a different seat, leaving her cum exposed.
Michel finally arrives in the theater, looking for Janie. Janie waves her arms and Michel catches up to her.
"There you are, what took ya?" Janie asks.
"I... had to go to the bathroom. Remember?"
"Right... you... played with yourself, didn't you? And... what are you wearing? You look like a little hoe," Janie teases, snickering as he looks Michel from head to toe, "What happened to your winter gear?"
"Never mind! Let's just change back before someone sees us, okay?" Michel suggests as he slips off his ring.
Janie removes her earrings, and slowly, the two return to their normal selves again, just in time for the movie - and their vacation in London - to begin.