Mr&MRS to Sister&Sis

“All flights departing LAX for MEXi..” Devon heard the over head page as she entered the airport. She loved the airport. It always made her feel so excited. Around every corner was a new adventure. She gazed longingly at the screen at the terminal.

London, Morocco, Tokyo, each destination was a new possibility. She longs for the days where her future was nothing but possibilities. She looks over at her reflection in one of the numerous glass walls that makes up the airport. Her body was still killer, if she did say so herself, but still showing signs of age. She wasn’t ancient, only 36, but she wasn’t feeling young anymore. When she went to sole cycle she felt it not just the next day but before the end of the day. When she went out and partied with some of the other paralegals from the office she definitely felt it for the next couple days. She also had to try so hard to connect with the other girls in the office. From their slang to their references, it often made her feel like she was 100.

“Hey babe” Devon heard the warm voice of her new husband as he brought his hands up behind her. His reflection began to peek from behind her own as he nuzzled the back of her neck. Milo was a dream. He was young, 26, but he was so fun! He always wanted to go out. It didn’t matter if it was a new gallery opening, a music festival, or at hottest new club, Milo wanted to be their and he wanted her there with him. She loved that about him. He pushed her to stay young. Sure, was he her usual type. No, not even close. Typically she went for older more…traditional men. The kind of man who could build a fire, and a house for that matter. Milo was not that. Milo was the kind of guy who you pay to draw up the plans for the house.

“He has great endurance, just not a lot of power” she would say to her friends from work when they first started dating 18 months ago. Her friends where very confused when she started dating the younger new lawyer at work. It wasn’t uncommon for her or one of her friends to be dating one of the lawyers, but never the new guy. Usually they had their eyes out for a perspective husband someone who could take care of them, and make them a trophy wife. Milo wasn’t that but there was potential, and she needed potential. She was by far the oldest paralegal that was still single. You could really divide her friends into two separate categories. Those who were her age but married, had kids, and stability. Or, they were young and on the prowl. She had nothing in common with her older friends and she couldn’t compete with her younger friends. She was stuck, and Milo was her last chance of escaping. He was one of the promising new hires. Top of his class at Stanford Law, his father and one of the partners were frat brothers together so he already had a inside track to quickly climb the ladder. She quickly moved in. She tried to take on any side work he delegated to her team and if he was working late she was working late. It only took a couple weeks before she was blowing him in the conference room after they were the only two left in the office. After about a month of daily fellatio, she finally got him to take her out to dinner. She rewarded him with riding his cock until he couldn’t see strait. He had confidence but she could tell he was very inexperienced. That wasn’t to say that it was bad, he was eager to learn, but he was really lacking “it”. It only took about a years worth of dating before they were engaged, and six months after that they were married. Now they were at the airport ready to fly to Hawaii for their honeymoon. Her new husbands family not only paid for their wedding but also bought them an all expenses paid trip to Hawaii.

“WOOO! SpringBreak!” A group of 20 somethings crossed their path as they traversed the airport. Devon looked at them longingly. She really wanted to go to Mexico for their honeymoon. She went once in college for spring break and had the best time. She caught Milo checking out a few of the young women as they headed towards their gate. Short shorts, and mini skirts. Crop tops that showed a young supple tummy and firm perky breasts. She saw his smile grow. The cold sting of jealousy poured down her spine as she glanced back at her body in the mirror. How long would she be able to keep Milo’s attention. Her body was fine, good even. She worked very hard to keep it tight but no amount of hard work could replace what time takes away. Handwork couldn’t do it, but money could. That was another perk of being with Milo, his family was loaded. His dad was big in advertising and had connection all over. That’s how they were able to go to Hawaii, her new father in law did marketing for most of the resorts on the big island so they could basically get any villa for free. Those kind of perks were nice but she was secretly hoping for something else. She was hopeful Milo could use some of that family wealth to pay for some cosmetic work. Nothing major or anything, maybe some botox, fillers, she wouldn’t say no to a boob job, and maybe a butt lift.

“That would be great” she thought to herself. She was already seeing some of those benefits as well. In preparation for the wedding her new mother in-law treated her and her girlfriends to some treatments, and these treatments weren’t just nails and waxing. They were top of the line spa treatments: RF micro needling, laser skin resurfacing, collagen biostimulators, and PRP therapy. Money couldn’t buy happiness but it could by youth, and that was pretty damn close. Hey new mother in-law was a vision. In her 50s but looked younger then Devon. The power of money and modern medicine really created the fountain of youth, if you could afford it. Now Devon could also afford it. She looked at her reflection again She still looked closer to Milos age then her true age following those treatments. She was grateful that the effects stayed in place leading up to her honeymoon.

As the young couple stood in line waiting to board an imposing TSA agent flagged her for a pat down. He looked kind of familiar but she couldn’t place it. He searched her bag, nothing was removed, then he swept her with his wand no beeps. Finally was the pat down, his hands slid across her body like he didn’t want to search but he wanted to…touch her. He lingered on her hips, applied a firm amount of pressure on her thighs. When he was finished he flagged her through. She still felt the strangers hands on her body and she couldn’t lie it felt good. Like she had been touched by a man. She missed that.

Devon had to search for Milo as she rejoined the rest of the travelers on their way to the various gates. She finally spotted her husband talking with some people at an airport bar. “yeah Hawaii is beautiful, have you been” She saw Milo notice her “Oh honey hey” he says as he makes eye contact with her as he steps back from the young women he was talking to. “This is Sarah, she’s a senior at SC, and her and her sorority are going on spring break to Hawaii. How does checking out a few spring break parties on the island sound!” Milo asks with a laugh as he drapes his arm around Devon “ I haven’t been to a party like that in years.I’m sure its been longer for you” Milo Laughs again as Devon turns red and looks down. He was great but she hated his sense of humor. It always seemed to come at her expense. “Oh no wait, did you do spring break since you haven’t done college?”. She couldn’t tell if he was clueless on how hurtful his “jokes” were or if he was just that mean. But he did treat her well, and he was a catch so she could put up with a little mean natured ribbing.

After an hour or so at the bar Devon was ready to head to the gate. “Babe I think it is time for us to get ready to board should we head for the gate?” Devon said pulling her husband away from the crowded bar and towards their gate.

“OK bye ladies” Milo said giving the young women a charming wink “fellas take care of them and maybe we will party on the island” he finished by punching the much larger frat bros in the arm as his wife led him away. “Those kids were fun weren’t they? What do you think about trying to meet up for a party or two?”

“Maybe sweetie” Devon giving Milo’s hand a squeeze trying to reassure herself that he just wanted to have fun at a party and not with those younger girls. “But I don’t know if I will ever let you out of our room” she says leaning over and kissing her man. She had to remind him that even though she lost her youth she had gained plenty of useful skills. As they approached their gate the couple looked out at their plane. Devon was excited she had never flown first class before. She glanced at the crew loading the plane and saw a rather large imposing figuring in a orange vest. He had incredibly long hair and his beard was scraggly. “Is that the TSA agent from earlier?” She thought to herself. “Why would he be working with the flight crew now? This doesn’t make any sense” She continued to wonder “Maybe its someone else? But they both got to be like 6’5”

“Earth to Devon!” Milo shouted as he shook her out of her thoughts “They just announced that we get to board first because we are the newly weds!”

“What!?! Really ?! They do that!?!”

“I guess? I bet my dad called someone and got us priority boarding or something”

“Oh that’s so sweet that he would do that for us!” Devon gushed as she was led by Milo onto the plane. She glanced at the employee at the gate who took their tickets. She had a big grin on her face and her eyes were wide, like really wide. This seemed odd to Devon. She couldn’t help but think that the she looked nervous scared even. As they boarded their plan she noticed that same nervous look on the flight attendants. She couldn’t shake that something seemed up.

“Milo, does something seem weird to you?”

“Babe Ive told you a million times, your a Lancaster now. People are going to recognize the name and treat you different. It comes with the territory now babe.”

“I guess” she mumbles to herself still unsure of the whole situation.

After about 10 minutes they were still the only passengers on the plane.

“Why haven't they started boarding anyone else?” Devon asked Milo again.

“God, honey, I don’t know?” Milo responded clearly sounding annoyed. “Why don’t you go up their and ask someone”

Devon got out of her seat and headed up to the crew area, as she tried to get to the bottom of things. As she entered the area it was deserted. “That’s weird” she thought to herself. She looked around and saw that the plane door was closed. Devon knew something was wrong. As she turned back to get Milo and get out of here she heard a noise from the bathroom and frozen. Suddenly the door popped open and out stepped a massive man with long hair and a scraggly beard. It was the TSA agent from earlier. He looked her strait in the eyes.

“Quick! Devon, come with me if you want to live!” Devon new that voice, but from where. “There is no time lets go!” The wild man lunged for her.

“No! Milo!” Devon screamed as Milo rushed back to the crew area

“Who the fuck are you!” Milo demands.

“Shut up rich boy, Im with the FBI and I am here to save her…and you!”

“My what!”Devon screamed as she tried to claw the strangers face suddenly feeling mushy almost play dough like flesh. Her hand stopped suddenly. She had literally ripped his nose off. She looked back at the man and saw him. Samuel. Her Samuel. Her ex.