"You'll ride with Brinley for the flight." Inez decided. "However she wants to carry you is her prerogative."
For once in her life, Inez actually had enough grace to pick the simplest and least-dangerous option. Maybe it was because she was already getting in the vacation spirit, or maybe it was just because of the logistical simplicity of Brinley (who was already holding you) continuing to hold you.
Your wife clapped her hands together. "Ooh, yay, babe! We'll have such a great time together!" She beamed her beautiful smile down at you.
Your wife's beauty and happiness outweighed the part of you that wanted to gently reprimand Brinley for being manipulated by Carmine, or for allowing Inez to decide your fate for the flight, as if you weren't a human with rights who could make her own decisions. But you just couldn't bring yourself to shoot down your wife's delight and joy. You'd never been able to do anything or say anything that would make Brinley sad. Or anyone sad, for that matter. It was another of your weaknesses, but it was also a critical part that made you, you.
"Yes, Brinley. We'll have a good flight." You said, softly rubbing your wife's shoulder.
Inez then finished checking in her suitcase with the airport employee, and then the four of you got into the line for security. It was a long line, but you passed the time by chatting with Brinley about your plans once you made it to Cancun. You both wanted to get massages and full-body relaxation treatments at the resort's infamously amazing spa, you both wanted to work on your tans at the beach, and you both wanted to conquer the waves of the pristine ocean. You could fill months worth of time with Cancun activities, so you and Brinley tried to be thorough in your planning, so you'd have an amazing week filled with unforgettable moments.
Somewhat concerningly, Inez and Carmine didn't really have any plans, and though they assured you they wouldn't really get in the way, you had a feeling they'd pop up basically wherever you tried to go with Brinley for some alone time. Thankfully you all would be in separate rooms each night, but you really didn't like how it felt like they were crashing your vacation. But, it wasn't as if you could say anything. Brinley was on cloud nine at the prospect of your cousins tagging along, as she really did love both of them, and was utterly oblivious to their faults. And, again, you didn't want to hurt her joy by speaking up, even if your silence just left you to stew in your own issues with both Inez and Carmine.
Finally, you made it through the security line, and you had to endure the overly-invasive security process that all tinies had to deal with at airports. It was degrading, but at least it was only a few minutes long. The pretty woman squished, squashed, and contorted your body, crushing you into a blob with probably more force than she needed. Apparently, years ago, there had been a string of incidents of tinies sneaking drugs or contraband across international lines thanks to their malleable bodies, and ever since airport security teams had gone above and beyond (far, far beyond) in making sure those incidents didn't get repeated. Much to your pain and humiliation, sadly.
After you were finished being toyed with, you, your wife, and your cousins trundled along through the airport to your specified gate, and only had a little bit to wait before it was your time to board. The stewardess at the counter happily checked the boarding passes of your wife and cousins, and when she got to yours she gave you a wink and a condescending pat on the head (that squished your noggin), telling you to 'behave yourself on the flight, little one', like you were a child and not a fully grown adult. Still, you took the high road and graciously smiled at the woman, never one to make a scene. You were nothing if not patience incarnate.
Your wife and cousins then crammed into their three-seat row, the three extremely curvy women barely fitting together. Brinley snagged the window seat so she could excitedly stare out the window at the pretty sights down below all flight, and the window ledge provided you just enough clearance to sit there as well, leading you to believe that the flight would actually pass by pretty amazingly. Things only got better as your wife hooked up her headphones to the screen in front of her to watch movies, and she used the little splitter adapter so you could plug in your own affected-sized headphones and listen along. It was really shaping up to be a good flight.
And for the first hour, it was. But then hour two came along, and your typical luck kicked in, as it was wont to do.
The stewardess came by for drinks, and your wife was so zoned-in on the movie that Inez had to shake her to get her attention. As a result, she jerked her head towards the stewardess, and pulled on the cord connecting your headphones with hers. With a cry, you were yanked off the window ledge, and collapsed onto the floor...only to find yourself buried under your wife's shoes a second later. And with her headphones still in, she didn't hear the 'squish' of your body, and you proceeded to find yourself crushed beneath her weight for the next few hours of the flight, Brinley so engross in her film that she didn't even notice your disappearance.
You finally got a chance to reform around hour five of the flight, as Brinley walked off the use the bathroom. You reshaped your squished body and scrambled up onto Brinley's seat, planning to scale her armrest and clamber back onto the window ledge. Inez and Carmine both watched you, your older cousin eyeing you curiously like she was evaluating your progress, and your younger cousin busting a gut at realizing you'd been under Brinley's feet all that time. But, then, disaster struck, and the plane hit turbulence, jostling you around like a ragdoll and preventing yourself from making it further past Brinley's seat cushion.
So, lo and behold, Brinley chose that exact moment to return from the bathroom, and she ended up cutting off your faint scream with her own gasp of awe at the pretty ocean down below through the window. Distracted, she plopped right back into her seat, her big booty crushing you into paste, while Inez rolled her eyes in disappointment and Carmine burst into hysteric laughter. And then the turbulence resumed, and you found yourself pounded and smeared into goop under your wife's hughmongus ass for the next, and final, two hours of the flight, as her constantly shifting and jiggling rump rendered you little more than a stain beneath its heft.
Thankfully, Brinley felt you and freed you right after landing, showering you in apologetic kisses that were a bit half-hearted even for Brinley, as she couldn't stop smiling at the feel of the warm Cancun air and the ocean breeze. You then safely held onto her shoulder as she and your cousins exited the plane, retrieved your luggage from the carousel, then hopped into a taxi and headed to the resort. All the while, you stared out the window at the gorgeous beachside views, confident that, from this moment on, you'd have an amazing vacation.
Finally, you reached Glistening Ocean Resort, and the building was as massive as you'd seen in pictures. It had to be, considering the slew of amenities included. Aside from the spa, there was a massive dining hall with five-star meals, multiple pools and waterslides, a few amusement park attractions, a massive shopping area, and oh-so-much more, to say nothing of the luxurious private beach just down the path.
The four of you checked-in, then were led up to your room. To your disappointment, you realized Carmine and Inez weren't exactly going to be in a separate room from you and Brinley, like you'd hoped. Instead, the four of you were sharing the Grand Suite, a sprawling room layout that consisted of a kitchen and dining area, central living area, and then two bedrooms (each with their own bubble-jet-equipped bathtub). One bedroom had two Queens, and it would be Carmine and Inez's. The other bedroom had a King, and would be for you and Brinley. So you still had some privacy and sanctuary from your cousins, just not as much as you would've liked.
Finally, all settled, the four of you gathered in your suite's central living area, and considered what to do next, on your first day at Glistening Ocean Resort.
1) You and Brinley want to go get massages down at the spa.
2) Carmine can't wait to check out the beach, and she snags you to drag along with her there.
3) Inez decides you're going to accompany her on a walk through the resort and its attractions, as she searches for the best possible places to 'strength train' you.
4) Everyone's tummies start rumbling, so it's jointly decided to visit the dining hall first for a meal.
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