My First Legal Fun Ch. 04

[So these stories are my first tries, so if I don't give you a polished work, don't be surprised. Also, this is part FOUR. You probably have to read the first three stories to get what is going on. :-) I hope you like!]

THE NAUGHTY EMAIL FUN...

I could not believe how sexual it made me feel. Gracie kept pushing me. Then rewarding me. Each time Mr. P replied to our email, it was like being able to read the secret thoughts of someone. He was a leader in his church and a good man. I would never in a thousand years have thought he would have such a naughty side to him.

I also could not believe how Gracie was so into it. I mean, this was her DAD we were sending these emails to. First topless me. Then sneaky and sexy views of my bottom. And then her hand covering my bare pussy. And each time Mr. P would reply with words and icons that seem to come from someone else; some perv or horndog. I could not believe how into both Gracie and me Mr. P was.

But the rewards. OMG the rewards. Gracie would get so horny. It didn't matter whether we were in our bedroom on the houseboat or off exploring on the river or surrounding nature, we were totally free to explore each other. Kissing and hugging and touching and licking and fingering and exploring how different pleasures fit with different fantasy stories we would tell each other.

Gracie then dared to suggest we should pose together; showing Mr. P our naked bodies in a hug... a selfie of us together. I giggled at the pleasure of us being naked together, but paused and asked a question that forever would change things. Well, at least the answer to my question would change things.

"But Gracie, don't you worry that your dad might recognize you if you are in the pic? I mean, that would be big trouble for us both."

Gracie was always high energy. Always had something to say. Always had that vibe that made life fun and full of adventure. But in that moment, she went awkwardly silent.

"Gracie?"

She took her index finger and held it to her lips; and then to mine. I went silent. I looked at her eyes. I waited.

"I have to tell you something. But you have to promise not to get mad."

My heart raced and my mind started spinning.

"So, about my dad." She looked at me, as if measuring my reaction before she said much of anything. I swallowed. I really thought she was about to tell me that we were in big trouble, that maybe he had figured out the pics were of me and he had called my mom to tell her what we had done. I could only think the worst.

"So... like, he is my dad..." She paused. The wait for whatever was coming next was killing me. "But, also like... he isn't my dad."

I was lost. This was not what I was bracing to hear. And I had no idea what she just said, or what she meant by what she just said. So I just sort of shook my head and muttered, "Huh?"

"He isn't my REAL dad."

I slowly repeated her words, because I was totally lost. "Mr. P is not your real dad."

"Right." Before she continued, she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled me close to her. She could feel my heart racing as she smoothed her hand over my breast. "And my mom; she is not my real mom."

Now she was scaring me. I had no idea what she was talking about now.

"So they adopted me when I was just a baby." The words melted into my brain really slow as I remained wrapped in her hug. "My real parents were missionaries and died from some kind of disease they got when in some foreign country."

I felt Gracie's warm lips on my cheek with a soft kiss to reassure me. "My real parents were really good friends with my dad and mom... er, Mr. and Mrs. Parker. And when my parents died, Mr. and Mrs. Parker were like my godparents and took me in. I don't remember any of it because I was just a baby."

Gracie began to cry. I suddenly changed from fear of my mom somehow finding out about the naughty things we were doing to the much deeper thing Gracie had just told me. Our hug began to shift, going from her holding me to me holding her.

In between soft sobs Gracie said, "Oh God it feels so good to finally tell you." As the dam burst, both her tears and emotions flowed.

"How long have you known this, Gracie?"

"Since my birthday." I quickly did the math in my head. That was only a month ago!

"You mean when you just turned 18 last month?"

Gracie squeezed me even tighter and whisper, "Kinda."

"Kinda?"

I felt her take a deep breath. "Well, actually I just turned 19."

"No, you just turned 18. Just like me. What are you talking about?" My birthday was just two weeks before hers.

"I thought so, too. But when they told me the big secret I also found out that I actually was born a year earlier than I had always been told."

After a long time of silence as I just tried to hold her as she cried, Gracie asked me, "So are you mad at me?"

I shot a fast glare straight into her eyes and said, "Mad at you?! Seriously?"

She nodded at me. Her amazing eyes drowned by her tears. That energy of hers swallowed up by the revelation. She did seriously mean it.

"Oh God Gracie. I am not mad at you... I LOVE YOU." I cried when I said that. She cried more. It was like a new level of us was forming. And my mind was now racing as I tried to compute what this meant.

"So, they are not your real parents... like, biological parents." She nodded. She kissed my neck. She stroked my hair.

"But like, they have been your parents for almost your entire life." Again she nodded. She looked up into my eyes and softly kissed my lips. I could feel my heart beating against her hand. I moved my hand to her breast so that I could feel her heart beating too.

She nuzzled her sweet mouth to my ear and whispered, "There is more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Since they are not really my parents, then you know, that means I am not really their daughter. Not like a true, blood relative."

I nodded. Then Gracie plunged things to a whole new level with her next question that an hour ago would have sounded like a joke; but it was no joke now. "So, do you think my mom is hot?"

Yeah. Stunned. Totally and completely knocked for a loop. Gracie nibbled on my ear, seducing the truth out of me.

"Your mom... Mrs. P... I mean I don't know what to say Gracie. I mean, she is still your mom to me."

"Yeah, I know. But you didn't answer my question. Do you think she is hot?"

My mind suddenly raced as I began to reckon with those moments over the past few days when Mrs. P indeed had captured my attention. She was sweet like Gracie, but much more quiet about it. She accepted me more than my own mom did. And even though she was older and married, her body was adorable and I had begun to notice it a lot more lately. I loved Gracie. To even think twice about Mrs. P seemed so wrong.

"It's okay. I know you do." And as if that was not enough to make me shiver - because there was no way I could lie to Gracie, she would know - then she puffed another unthinkable thought into my ear. "I do too."

The shockwave nearly knocked me out of her arms. I wanted to say something but my mind and mouth just could not connect. I suddenly felt the pendulum swing back towards Gracie as I hung on to her for dear life. I was no longer holding her to comfort her; she was holding on to me.

As her arm snuggled me as close as possible, I could feel our breasts pressed together so close that my heart was banging against the beat of hers. I could feel it. Those words "I do too," just kept bouncing around in my mind.

Gracie whispered, "Is this too much for you?"

My mouth still could not form sounds. I could only nod my head in disbelief with the hope that Gracie was not slipping through my fingers. Fortunately she brought me close and safe when she said, "I hope you know that I love you. That this, um, secret. Nobody knows. Except for you."

From the cocoon of our hug I tried to grasp for some understanding. "Gracie, you are really 19 and the Parkers are really not your parents. And you... you see Mrs. P as being special like?"

Gracie nodded. "Special like is a way to put it. And you do too, right?"

As if it wasn't enough to be absorbing everything else, she pressed me on this thought that I honestly had totally denied even myself the privilege of knowing. It just didn't compute. And yet - I knew she knew that she was right. Speechless, I dared to simply nod my head yes. Shaking. Trembling actually.

"It's okay. I get it."

"But Gracie. Please. Stop. This is..." I could not find the words.

Gracie waited patiently and then offered to finish my sentence. "Shocking? Unbelievable? What? What is it?"

I tried to wrap my head around things. I sort of did a quick review of what had unfolded in just a few days, mumbling a list of events to Gracie as if to make sure I was not imagining things. "Your dad thinks I am hot. Your mom is hot. Your dad and mom are NOT your dad and mom. You are 19, not 18. We have emailed your dad, er, Mr. Parker, naughty pics and he likes it." My voice cracked as I hit empty on the ability to speak.

"Yeah, that is most of it," Gracie said. She kissed me. My mouth was empty of words, but it felt good to feel her tongue slide in... I definitely had room for her tongue. Her kisses were like anesthesia for the moment. All else faded away. I just floated in like a cloud of sweet, sensual wonderfulness. When we finally broke our kisses, I mused upon what she last said.

"That is most of it? You mean there is more?" For some reason, I was able to smile as I asked her that. It was as if she had seduced all my fears out of me and left me feeling stable and safe with her.

Gracie slid her hand up from my breast up my shoulder to my hair, softly stroking my hair with her fingers in that way she knew I loved. After a moment of silence, she kissed me one more time and then her mouth moved to my ear, nibbled a bit and then whispered. "Sweetie, there is more."

She paused. I waited.

"Do you trust me?" she asked. Oh god - not THAT question! I suddenly was totally nervous and totally curious. Both. Together. At the same time.

The big question was not could I trust her but rather could I handle whatever was going to follow. I had never felt so vulnerable. I had never felt so much love for her. I had never ever experienced such a flood of shock and risk overwhelming me like this. Could I trust her? Yes. But could I handle what was coming? I felt like I was falling through a cloud that had no bottom.

Gracie waited, then again took over when the silence hung too long for her comfort. "Do you trust me?" She smiled that sly smile as her eyes sparkled with that confidence I loved. Her question, repeated a second time, signaled me that there was not only more to come, but more to overcome.

I slid my hand under her breast and pulled it against mine - once again trying to pull our two hearts as close together as possible. I took a deep breath. I braced for whatever was about to follow. I looked into those adorable eyes.

I nodded as I said, "Yes Gracie, I trust you."

She smiled.

If you want to know what "there is more" means and why she asked me if I trusted her, you know I cannot talk about that here. This story is too long. Sooo, I will have to write about that in the next story. Hope I meet you there!