My First Legal Fun Ch. 05

[I am not even going to try to catch you up on the events that precede this story. If you want to know, go back and read the others. I recommend it. But then again, I wrote it - so there is that.]

REVELATIONS...

My heart was racing. Laying breast to breast with Gracie, I could feel her heart beating barely half as fast as mine. She had rehearsed several times (so I would learn later) the message she was now delivering. She was more than ready.

I was more than shocked.

Even as I nodded silently to affirm that I trusted her, I really did not know what to expect. She had just told me that her mom and dad were NOT her real mom and dad. That she was 19, not 18. She then probed with me the idea that her mom, that is Mrs. Parker, was kind of hot. Not to mention the fuse she had lit days ago about how her dad, Mr. Parker, thought I looked hot in my tank top. It was a lot to take in. And now her whisper of "there is more" was left echoing in my mind.

The fun and games of taking selfies with Gracie and emailing them to Mr. P now seemed far more naughty than it originally felt. Our two days of naughty adventures was now cast in a new light.

She stroked my hair, as if to calm my fears and soothe my anxiety. Before she opened her mouth to tell me more, she opened her mouth to kiss me more. It was not just a delay. We loved kissing. And our kisses were the kind that I shared with nobody else. Her open mouth offered me a safe place to fall into, a place for my tongue to find hers waiting with the most amazing soft and warm acceptance in the whole world. It was not just how our mouths and tongues fit together, or how our passions moved in sync as if we were one. It was about melting. When we kissed like this, it was like melting into each other.

And I was melting when she pulled off our kiss and nuzzled towards my ear. And then came a puff, a whisper, I will not soon forget.

"Sometimes... this past year... we play."

I nodded, thinking she was referring to the two of us.

Gracie giggled. "No silly; we play. Not you and me... me and them."

She saw the confusion on my face. Her words were not making sense. So she held me closer, we kissed again, I melted more. We cuddled together for what seemed like an eternity. Our hearts beating as one. Our bodies, completely naked and unashamed, fitted together with hardly any room to breathe. The arousal was more than sexual; it was deep emotional bonding, although the light brush of her nipples against mine was a pleasure unlike any other; well almost. Nothing could compare to those times when we laid so close together that our moist pussies would grind and scissor so that her clitty could make-out with my clitty.

"You and them?"

"Uh huh," she whispered. Then as if to punctuate that unthinkable thought, she slid her hand to the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone. "Smile," she said as she captured the moment of revelation. Our naked bodies entangled. Our faces. The entirety of us. "Oh they are going to love this one." I saw her share the photo.

"They?" I murmured as this next wave rolled over me.

"Oh sweetie, you have so much to learn don't you?" Gracie had that sly smile. I just nodded and opened my mouth. Instead of her mouth meeting mine, she slid her body so that her swollen pink nipple slid between my lips. I suckled.

"Oh, fuck that feels so good," Gracie moaned. I suckled more. We lost track of time. We were just floating together, like two slippery, warm, glimmering bubbles; dripping with fluids that reflected the yearnings deep inside.

MEETING THE NON-PARENTS...

When we woke up, the sun was setting. Gracie slipped into a sundress; no panties, no bra, just the sundress. I got in the spirit. I grabbed my nighttime tee that hung to my knees and slithered into that comfy thing. Just like Gracie; no panties, no bra.

It was like the revelation of the Parkers just reset everything. I no longer feared their eyes. It was still such a shock that these two, moral, married, church-going people could be so secretively accepting while keeping up the pretense. Although it had been years that Gracie and I had operated in the shadows around them, it was the past year that had me so amazed.

Gracie explained. "When I turned 17... well, I thought I was 17 when actually I was 18, mom and dad sat me down and told me everything." It did not seem weird to me that she still called them mom and dad, even though I knew it no longer to be true.

"Everything?"

"Yes. How my parents lost their lives on the missionary field and the Parkers stepped up to take me in. They decided that it would be in my best interests to keep that secret until I was older. Mr. Parker started his company when we moved a year later across the country. Everyone was new and nobody had a clue. So life just unfolded naturally from that point forward."

"But, then they told you. What happened? Why?"

"Be careful what you ask," Gracie mused in my ear. She patted down my tee as if to work out some wrinkles.

"Okaaayyy." I proceeded cautiously. "So why did they decide to tell you?"

"Truth?" Gracie asked me. I shivered. That one word question was just as adventurous as her famous line, "Do you trust me?"

I nodded yes.

She took a deep breath. For the first time, the only time so far, I sensed she was a bit nervous about what she was about to say. I didn't think I could feel any closer to her. But as I sensed her nervous moment, I began to stroke her hair. It was my turn to draw her in to the safety of our intimacy. "It's okay Gracie. Really. You can tell me."

Her sparkling blue eyes looked straight into mine. And then slowly, as if she knew the words were going to be challenging to process, she cobbled together a few sentences that made us both shiver together.

"Mom said that when I turned 18, it became obvious to them that I was a peach of a prize. She said they would talk about how pretty and smart I was. Then it transitioned to how pretty and sexy I was. Then, it aroused them to talk about me in private like that. Just the two of them."

I listened and tried to follow along as best as I could, my fingers softly dancing through her hair.

"Not long after I was 18 for real, dad told mom that he was feeling things. My mom told him that she was too." And with that, Gracie unveiled the family conversation that they had shared when the Parkers, mom and dad, not only explained her true identity but also explained the attraction they felt for her.

What followed, unknown by the rest of the world - including me! - was a flirty, playful spark that instantly burst into flames. They invited her to take naps on their bed... when they were napping. Which led to kisses and touching.

After shocking me with a sexual threesome detail, I shook my head. After doing the math, I muttered to Gracie, "Now I see why you could say that about Mr. P liking me in my tank top. And those pictures and emails don't seem so naughty now."

As we stepped out of our bedroom and walked toward the upper deck of the houseboat, I knew everything was about to change. In truth, everything already had changed; I was just finding out about it. As we walked hand-in-hand, I realized we no longer would be hiding things from the Parkers. What I didn't realize is that the Parkers would no longer be hiding things from me!

So when we stepped out, perhaps came out, to the upper patio deck, it was as if I were drifting in the wind like a dandelion seed. I was floating along side Gracie. The Parkers knew that Gracie and me had just had "the talk" and therefore were quite casual to the moment.

So here's the thing. Remember that I am wearing just my tee and Gracie is in her sundress right? And the sun is just setting. So when we climbed the ladder to the deck and appeared, the tease was clearly on. Gracie's perfect 36c breasts were silhouetted against the soft yellow fabric of her sundress. I was on the unilluminated side; the Parkers able to see the full exposure that the soft, warm rays of the setting sun provided. And my tee, while veiling my body better than Gracie, obviously displayed the curve of my larger breasts and the poke of my nipples that betrayed the extreme arousal I felt in this moment.

But that quite explicit vision only made second place in the moment! Because there, laying stretched out, side by side on loungers, were the Parkers. And they were suddenly not so conservative and church-like! Mrs. Parker was wearing her wrap that I had seen her wear many times over her swimsuit. The thing was that she obviously was wearing only the wrap! It was the vibe she had while wearing only that wrap which drew me in. And Mr. P was next to her, holding her hand as they gazed at the sunset, wearing only a pair of shorts. No shirt. And from the bulge clearly outlined, just shorts, no underwear.

The three of them were definitely in sync. It was as if I were knocking on the door to meet them for the very first time. I was suddenly nervous AND horny. Nervous because I was horny for Gracie and for the Parkers. I had never been so clued in to that truth.

Mr. P was the first to hear us arrive. He smiled. He knew. And although I was not entirely sure what was about to happen, I did know one thing. I wish I had worn my tank top instead of my nighttime tee.