Flight To Paradise
Flight To Paradise
Sequel to Special Delivery
Brian opened his eyes
to a car door slamming. At first he thought nothing of it, but then
he heard two voices drifting in from the slightly open window in his room.
He knew the two voices. He knew them very well.
"Oh, God, no, not today,"
he said to himself. He carefully got out of bed, trying hard to not
wake Sarah, and hurried over to the window.
'Shit!' He thought.
He hurriedly pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and hurried out of
his room, quiet enough to not make Sarah wake up. He ran downstairs
and got to the door as someone started to knock on it.
"Brian! You're awake!"
Brian managed a surprised
smile. "Mom, I didn't expect you here until tomorrow," he said.
"I know, but me and your
father decided to come a day early since there were openings on the flight,
so we came to surprise you!" His mother said, smiling as she walked
in the house.
"I'm surprised, it's actually
clean," his father said, walking in behind his mother.
Brian bit his lip as he
closed the door, then pasted the smile back on his face as he turned to
face them. "Yeah, uh, I thought I might be busy today so I decided
to clean yesterday," he said, somewhat hurriedly. He glanced upstairs,
praying Sarah wouldn't hear them and wake up.
"You actually cleaned
without us telling you to? Brian, what brought this about?
It usually takes you a total of five minutes to trash the house," his mother
said, putting down her suitcase in the hall and pulling off her coat.
"Uh, thanks for the confidence,
Ma, I appreciate it," he said. He picked up his mother's suitcase
and reached for his father's. "I'll take these upstairs, why don't
you go into the kitchen?" He suggested. He hurried up the stairs
and put the suitcases in the guestroom, then hurried over to his room.
He checked on Sarah, making sure she was still asleep, and then hurried
"Are you hungry, Brian,
I'll make you some breakfast," his mother suggested, rummaging around in
one of the cabinets.
"Uh, no, Ma, that's ok,
I, uh, already ate," Brian said quickly, closing the cabinet. "Just
sit down and relax, Mom, you must be tired from your flight. It is
early," he said, leading her to the kitchen table.
"No its not, its nearly
one o'clock, Brian," his mother said, laughing. Brian glanced at
the clock and started cursing to himself in his head.
"Something wrong, Brian?"
His father asked, looking at him strangely. "You look slightly agitated."
Brian shook his head insistently.
"No, nothing's wrong, absolutely nothing. Uh, why don't you go visit
Kevin? I'll meet you there in a little while, I just have to take
care of something."
His parents looked at
each other, then looked back at Brian. "Brian Littrell, sit down
and tell us why you're trying to get rid of us," his mother said sternly.
Brian practically winced.
"I'm not, Mom, I just have a few things to do today and I don't want you
to be waiting around for me when you can do other things."
"Brian, what is going
on? You're trying to get rid of us and you're trying so hard that
your nose is growing from all your lies," his mother said.
"Be straight with us,
son, what is going on?" His father demanded.
Brian looked back and
forth between his parents, a nervous look on his face. He opened
his mouth to answer when he heard the door to his room open.
"I'll be right back,"
he said quickly. He ran into the hallway and up the stairs, reaching
the top as Sarah started down the stairs. He covered her mouth before
she could talk and led her back into his room.
"Shh," he said.
Sarah nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth.
"What's going on?"
Sarah asked quietly.
"My parents, they're here,"
I thought you said they weren't going to be here until tomorrow!"
"That's what I thought
too, but they said they decided to surprise me and come a day early."
"What are we going to
do? I can't necessarily just come downstairs and say hello, I'm not
even suppose to be here!"
"I know, I know, I don't
have a clue what we can do. You can hear everything in this house,
otherwise I'd have you sneak out the front door, but I guess you'll have
to hide up here."
"What? You make
it sound like I'm a fugitive!"
"Well, would you rather
my mother came up and found you here?" Brian demanded, his voice
rising in volume. He immediately regretted it when he saw Sarah's
eyes turn from panic to pain. "I'm sorry, baby, but you know
what I mean," he said.
Sarah nodded, but her
eyes filled with tears.
"Shh, baby, don't cry,"
Brian whispered, pulling her into his arms. He rocked her back and
forth slowly, humming in her ear. He rubbed up and down her back,
playing with the edge of the terry cloth robe she was wearing.
"Tell you what, why don't
you get dressed and we'll decided from there, ok?" Brian whispered.
Sarah nodded and he lifted
her chin up so he could look in her eyes. He kissed her and got very
involved in the kiss. So involved, he didn't know his mother was
upstairs until it was too late.
Brian and Sarah broke
apart quickly, and he looked at his mother where she was standing in the
"I-I'm sorry. B-Brian,
c-could I s-see you downstairs, pl-please?" His mother said, stuttering
slightly. Brian nodded and waited until she closed the door to turn
"I'll be right back, ok?"
He said. Sarah nodded and he kissed her forehead gently before walking
to the door. He hurried downstairs and met his mother at the bottom.
"Mom, I can explain,"
"Stop right there," his
mother said, holding up her hand. Brian closed his mouth and waited
for her to start yelling.
"You could've just told
me that your girlfriend was here, I would've understood," his mother said
"I- I... you're not mad?"
He asked. He was prepared to defend himself, but apparently didn't
His mother smiled.
"Of course not, honey, this is your house, we arrived unexpectedly, and
this is your life. You're allowed to do whatever you want with your
life, as long as it makes you happy."
A smile spread across
Brian's face and he hugged his mother. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Baby
Duck, it was just slightly surprising to see someone else here besides
you. Why don't you have her come down and we can meet her," his mother
Brian nodded. "Sure,
I'll bring her down in a few minutes," he said. He hurried up the
stairs and back into his room, closing the door behind him.
Sarah looked up from where
she was sitting on the bed, her face tear-stained.
"Oh, baby, its ok, don't
cry," Brian said, chuckling. He hurried over to her and wiped away
her tears, pulling her into his lap. "Its ok, she's not mad, just
surprised," he said, smoothing back her hair and rocking her back and forth.
"Are you sure? I
thought she was going to be so mad, I wasn't even suppose to be here,"
Sarah said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Brian nodded and kissed
her forehead. "Its ok, she wants to meet you, she said it was her
fault, she and my father weren't suppose to be here until tomorrow," he
said. He started kissing her face, drying the tears. He
kissed her on the lips, slowly making it
become deeper. He kissed down her neck, pulling open the bathrobe
and lying her back on the bed. He kissed down her body as his hands
ran over her, feeling every curve and spot
normally hidden from view by clothes.
He sucked on her stomach next to her navel, running his hands down her
legs and up the inside.
"Brian, stop, we can't
do this, your parents are here," he heard Sarah say, her voice barely being
heard because she was breathing heavy.
begged, kissing his way back up her body and pressing himself against her
body, making her feel how much he wanted her.
"Oh, Brian, we can't,
later, but not now, they're waiting for us," Sarah said, kissing his neck.
She pulled away from him, but he kissed back down her body, kissing right
below the cross that was on the chain around her neck. He pushed
his body against hers again, nearly entering her, but couldn't because
of his boxers.
"Brian, please, I can't
control myself for much longer," Sarah said quietly, running her hands
down his body. He smiled to himself between kissing her neck as he
felt her hands move inside his boxers.
"Hmm, I don't know how
you are right now," he whispered, pressing himself against her again, moving
his hands down to hers and slowly tugging off his boxers. He entered
her slowly and teasingly pulled out.
"We can't, but I want
to so bad," Sarah whispered, moving against him and making him enter her
again. He thrust against her quickly, making them both climax quicker
than ever. He kissed her body to keep himself from making too much
noise, then pushed his body against hers and entered again. He moved
his hands up and down her body and pulled her against him, reaching inside
her and reaching a new high inside himself. He heard Sarah let out
small gasps and try to say something, but he covered her mouth with his
before she could say anything. He pulled himself out of her and felt
down her body,
breaking the kiss slowly.
"You're so beautiful,
I can't believe you're here with me," he whispered.
"I ask myself why you
chose me all the time," Sarah whispered to him.
"Because you're the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen and you're perfect in every way that counts,
making you the one for me."
"But you could've had
so many others."
"But I didn't, I have
you. I don't need anyone else, as long as I have you, you're the
only one I need."
Brian sat up and pulled
back on his boxers. He rested his hand on her stomach, kissing it
as he sat next to her, then returned his lips to hers and kissed her gently.
"Go get in the shower,
come downstairs when you're ready," he whispered.
Sarah nodded and Brian
stood up, walking to his closet. He grabbed a pair of shorts from
one of the shelves and put them on. He pulled on a different T-shirt
and hurried downstairs to find his mother cooking.
"Ma, I said you didn't
have to cook," Brian said.
"I'm going to, you need
to eat, I know you didn't, and I'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't mind eating,"
his mother said.
Brian shook his head as
he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them off. "I
don't believe she will," he said, smiling. He heard the shower in
his room turn on and he sat down at the kitchen table across from
"Tell me about this girl,
I've never heard about her, and apparently someone has," he said, looking
at his wife.
"Don't give me that look,
Harold, I haven't known for that long," she said, not turning to face him.
"What look?" Brian's
father asked, feigning innocence.
Brian's mother laughed
and looked at Brian, who was leaning against the counter and listening
to the friendly exchange. "You see, this is how you know someone
is perfect for you in every way, you can tell what the other is
doing even when they deny it," she said,
a smile brightening her expression.
Brian smiled and looked
at his father, who wore a smile matching his mother's. "Sarah
is my girlfriend of approximately six months, I met her in the states."
Brian looked down at his
floor, his father knew about the time he disappeared, and he wasn't too
thrilled about it. In fact, he was quite mad when he finally talked
to Brian after that. "Um, in New Jersey."
"At one of your concerts?"
"Actually, I met her on-line
and I went to stay with her that time I left Germany," Brian said, not
looking at his father.
"You what?" Brian's
father said, anger seeping into his voice.
"Harold, calm down, please,"
Brian's mother said, looking at her son. Brian looked at her with pleading
eyes, begging her to help him.
"You'd like her Dad, she's
really nice and sweet, even the guys like her, and Aaron too. She's
here visiting her cousins, in Melbourne," Brian said, finally looking at
his father. He only saw anger in his father's face and eyes, something
he very rarely witnessed.
"You met her on-line,
over the computer, and then met her face to face? You didn't even
know what she looked like? She could've been anyone, Brian!" His
father said, standing up and raising his voice.
"But she wasn't, she was
real, a person that anyone could've been happy to meet, you'll like her,
Mom'll like her, everyone who hasn't met her will like her! She's
one of those people you like the instant you see them, and
that's one of the reasons I fell in love
with her," Brian said in a rush. He didn't realize what he'd said
until after, but the expression on his father's face told him that maybe
it wasn't the right time to say it.
"Brian Thomas Littrell,"
his father started, walking towards him.
"Stop right there, Harold,"
Brian's mother said, intervening. She stepped between Brian and his
father, holding her husband back. "Calm down at this instant and
sit down. When that girl comes down, you are going to be nice to
her, get to know her, and you will like her. From what I've heard
so far, there is nothing to not like about this girl. She's a regular
person and you will treat her no different from any other person, understood?"
She said sternly.
Her husband nodded, not
taking his eyes off of Brian. Brian felt afraid under his father's
glance, watching as the man sat down. He looked away from him and
at his mother, who didn't necessarily have the most pleased look on her
"Brian, go get Sarah,
your father and I have to have a little talk," she said. Brian nodded
and walked into the hallway and up the stairs, going into his room and
to the door leading to the attached bathroom. He could hear
Sarah humming as she turned off the shower
and stepped out. He quietly opened the door and peeked in, seeing
Sarah with her back to him. He walked in the bathroom, leaving the
door open, and walked over to Sarah, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Ahh, Brian!" Sarah
exclaimed, jumping. She ran her hands over his arms and chuckled.
"Don't scare me," she said.
Brian smiled and kissed
her bare shoulder through her wet hair. "Why not? Its fun,"
"Because, its not all
that fun for me," Sarah said, breaking out of his grasp and fixing the
towel that was wrapped around her. She walked to the counter by the
sink and picked up a comb, pulling it through her hair. Brian took
the comb out of her hand and started combing her hair for her.
"Well, I guess I won't
do it anymore," he said, feigning sadness. He looked at her through
the mirror and put on a sad face.
"Oh, sweetie," Sarah said,
turning to face him. She kissed him lightly and Brian looked up at
her with sadness in his eyes. "Fine, you can do it again, but not
too much, ok?" She said.
Brian grinned and nodded
his head insistently, making Sarah laugh. He finished combing her
hair and watched as she walked out of the bathroom and to her purse, pulling
out a pair of shorts and tossing them on the bed.
"What, did you come prepared
with an entire outfit?" Brian asked exasperatedly, walking across
the room and picking up her purse. He pretended to keel over from
the weight. "Sheesh, carry much in here?" He asked.
Sarah laughed as she changed,
tossing the towel on the bed and pulling on her shorts and the tank top
from last night. "No, I rarely carry that thing around, I keep my
money on me at all times, I don't need it," she said.
Brian looked at her strangely
and set her purse on the floor, striding over to Sarah. He picked
up the button down sweater from the floor and helped her into it.
"Don't forget this, it
completes the outfit," he said, running his hands down her arms and finally
stopping at her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers. He kissed
the back of her neck lightly and let go of one hand, pulling her to the
door with the other. "Come on, come downstairs and meet my parents,
they're anxious to meet you," he said.
'Well, my mom is anyway,
my dad is a different story,' he thought, leading Sarah downstairs.
He tickled her as they reached the bottom of the stairs and smiled at her.
She laughed and he brought her into the kitchen. As he and Sarah
sat down at the table across from his parents, in front of the two plates
of food, he saw the shocked expressions on both their faces and the look
exchanged between the two. He knew exactly what they were both
Sarah was young.
Sarah was sixteen, eight years younger than their son. The son that
claimed to love her.