Uncovered
By Dawn R
My surprising vacation with my stepmom, based in part on memories fleshed out by imagination. The story of why we were coopted to spy for agents of the US government. Soon all is revealed. All characters are over eighteen.
My dad had died in a car accident at the end of April and the house felt pretty weird after the funeral and everything was done. Just my stepmom Julie and me trying to get on with our lives. We were both hurting. Although she was much younger than my Dad they truly were in love, and he was taken far too soon. I was finishing my final term at high school and Julie was continuing her work as a sports therapist. That's how she had met my Dad.
Of course, his death meant I was now technically an orphan. My mum had died when I was twelve and it affected both me and Dad deeply. She and he had made so many plans together. I think I kept a lot of my grief inside and, at first, I was an absolute brat. Then I realized how it was destroying him and I tried to get my act together. I think parenting me was the only thing that kept him going.
He didn't date but a couple of times a week he began to play ball with his buddies and go for a beer after dropping me at soccer practice. He usually arranged for one of my girlfriend's parents to give me supper until he could pick me up.
I had just turned fourteen when he had his injury, and the doctor recommended the sports clinic. That's where he first met Julie. He bumped into her again a couple of months later. She was actually someone else's date at a party for the team, but only casually, and they arranged to meet for a date of their own. Three months later they got married. She was twenty-four and he was thirty-eight.
He worried, "Did I feel he had betrayed my Mum?"
"Absolutely not." Before she died, she had told both him and me that he needed to get married again. Now that he was, life got a whole lot more fun around the house. Having a stepmom who was just ten years older was kind of like having the big sister I'd always wanted. Julie seemed instinctively to know when to be the mom and when to be the sister. There were so many things as a girl going through puberty that I really wanted to know, and Julie was totally approachable on any subject.
At first, I had just assumed, as my Dad must have done, that a girl in her mid-twenties would have had lots of experiences. Equally I had known it would have been totally inappropriate of me to ask. Nothing to do with my own development was off limits. She told me it fine to masturbate. It was a healthy way to control natural urges. She made sure I was on the pill and understood the importance of birth control.
She never told me I could not have sex, she just advised me to think long and hard before giving up my virginity. She kept a watchful eye on my relationships with boys but only to make sure they weren't the type to be overcontrolling or abusive. Other than that, she trusted me and let me get on with my life, just consoling me when my crushes crashed, and my heart was broken. This happened a few times.
I loved her and I loved that she loved my Dad. And now suddenly and unexpectedly Dad was gone.
However, when it actually came to sex, it turned out she was not especially experienced. After dinner one evening she started to talk. She did not normally drink but we were both feeling down, and the weather had done nothing to raise our moods. On that occasion she let me have a glass of wine, something she rarely did and over the course of the evening she refilled her own glass. As she was finishing the bottle, she confided in me that she was a virgin when she first had sex with Dad, but she had never told him. He naturally assumed she had had other boyfriends and she had, only no one she wanted to go all the way with.
As soon as she had told me that, it seemed she needed to keep talking. It wasn't that she'd not been part of the social mix, she said. She had regularly gone on dates and experimented. She'd been felt up by three, maybe four ...no, actually six guys and had one eat her pussy. She had given maybe a dozen or more hand jobs, and four blowjobs she could remember. So, although a few guys had made all the bases, none before my Dad had reached home plate.
While I was both a little shocked but also excited by the fact that she had told me, none of these confessions really surprised me. I knew the wine had loosened her inhibitions. I was just starting to get into more intimate dating myself and would not have been surprised if she had had sex with lots of guys.
I mean I was still a virgin, but I was finding there was no shortage of willing volunteers. I'd already held some cocks and had a few fingers feel me up down there. In truth, I'd already almost lost my cherry twice and I wasn't yet nineteen. The first time I just got worked up to the point where I wasn't ready to say no, but so was he and before he could put it in, he spilt his load on my tummy. We ended up laughing.
The second, just ten days ago, was more serious. It was at a party. I'd done two shooters and John, my date, and I wanted a little privacy in a back bedroom. I was wearing a dress that buttoned all the way up the front. I had undone the top buttons early on to look a little sexy. Once we were in the room he undid more, and I slipped my arms out of the sleeves so once he had my bra off, I was naked to the waist.
He was playing with my nipples when these two guys came in. At first, I thought they were his friends. He asked them to leave. They ignored him and one pushed him away and dropped his full body weight on top of me while the other began to pull my dress down my legs. My date tried to stop him, but he was a big guy. He stood up and hit John told him to get the fuck out. My dress was already half off my legs and with the guy pinning me down I could do nothing. I knew they were going to rape me, but I couldn't speak. I'm ashamed to say I was even a little excited as I felt my pants being slid off my feet. I mean John had already got me quite aroused.
Then the door flew open, and John and three more guys came in. For a moment it was a tense stand-off. Then the two guys said, "Fuck, the whore's not worth doing anyway," and left. Their words really did upset me. John and the boys all stood gazing at my totally naked body until they saw I was crying and then they help me up and I pulled my underwear on and rebuttoned my dress. John drove me home. I did not tell Julie what had happened.
It was now the end of June and Julie said, "We both need a vacation, Dawn. Where should we go? How about Disney World?"
"That's for kids!" I said dismissively even though I'd never been and six months before I would probably have been thrilled. Especially if my dad had come with us.
"OK, you have a passport. How about somewhere in the Caribbean?"
"Yeah, that's more like it."
We arrived late on Friday and checked into our room. It was quite spacious with a large ceiling fan, two double beds, a table with four chairs and a balcony.
By the time we had unpacked and ordered and eaten two club sandwiches with fries, it was time for bed. It was the first time Julie and I had shared a room and although I'd seen her going to and from the shower at home or the local swimming pool, I'd never really seen her naked or not that I had noticed.
After we'd both been in and brushed our teeth, etc. Julie said, "I don't normally wear anything in bed, at least when the weather's this warm. I hope that doesn't bother you."
"Nope, I'll do the same, if it doesn't bother you."
"Fine!" she said, and we both started to undress. Funnily it felt a little awkward. Although I had my top and shorts off more quickly than her, I hesitated to take off my bra and pants. Julie noticed but did not say anything as she slipped her bra off, followed by her pants. I noticed for the first time that despite her head of auburn hair, her pubic hair was a ginger red. What's more she had obviously shaved it to just a thinnish strip on her mons, her pussy lips were clean shaven.
She saw me looking. "Your Dad liked it that way, "she said, "and yes, I'm a natural red head. Just not a colour I find particularly attractive."
I didn't know what to say. I took off my bra and then slowly slid my pants down my legs. I had a full bush. A couple of boys has commented on the fact I didn't shave but it did not seem to put them off. I mean I shaved to keep it tidy just like I shaved my armpits and leg hairs but minimally.
"Before you put on your new bikini tomorrow, we might want to trim that," Julie said, "Don't want hair peeking out the sides."
