Savannah had never looked more lovely. At least for me. It was spring, and so many azaleas were blooming, in so many colors. The tour trolleys were ringing their bells as they took the tourists around the Old Town squares. I was no longer a tourist, having lived here for close to two years now. But I still loved to walk around our neighborhood and go down the stone stairs to River Street and watch the boats on the Savannah River. It was my home now. Here with Kate and Pierce was where I belonged. They had accepted me. I was paying them rent now, for my room and board. After all, I was twenty-four years old.
They had resisted when I first brought it up. But I was working full time at City Hall. I wanted to pull my weight. They loved me, I knew that. But I was still not a daughter. So I wanted to do my share, to show them how much I appreciated their taking me in when my mother passed. They would never know how much it had meant to me. I hadn't the words to truly express it.
And I had found much more in this historic mansion they called home. I had found love and sexual joy. Their children had been sweetly loving to me. In many ways. I had now made love to Julia, the youngest daughter, who had come out to her parents after taking my maidenhead with a strap on. She was a lesbian, and I had discovered that I was bisexual. We still spoke often through emails, and texting. And when she could she came home, and we made love. We had done so when she returned to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday. It was wonderful.
Then I had been more aggressive and threw myself at Chester. I had caught him masturbating to some online porn and I had taken over. He had not refused the offer of my favors. That had been a great week-end. We hadn't had anymore hook-ups, since he was very busy trying to keep his newest job. But he was a great fucker. You can see I'm really a slut now, and I have a filthy mouth. At least, in the bedroom. He's going on twenty-six years old. I miss his cock.
How could I forget the next oldest son, Samuel. That had been an eye-opening experience for me. A few months back he and his new girlfriend had visited. That was Sandy, his half Japanese lover. I had heard an odd noise in his room down the hall. I stumbled into something that was a treasured memory now. Sandy was his Mistress and we both had some fun whipping his ass for him. He loved it. We all made love, of course. I had not met any of Kate's children yet who did not love sex. It just seemed they liked it different ways. That was fine with me. I had yet to find a type of sex that didn't appeal to me. Now Sam and Sandy were both over twenty-eight years old. I looked forward to their return.
The daughter, Gwendolyn, was now about thirty. She had been living in London with an artist. His name was Wendall, and apparently they were both doing well there. She owned an art gallery in the Battersea district, while he was a painter. He wasn't really famous yet, but he was becoming popular. Their life was very intriguing to me. When Kate and Pierce spoke of their daughter Gwen the pride was easy to hear. I had known her before, of course. She had been there at my mother's funeral, and we had visited sporadically over the years before that. We had never been close. I was always too young.
Now they were on their way over. They had sailed on their own boat down the Thames and across the Atlantic. It seemed such an adventure to me. They maintained contact over a wireless aboard their sloop. It was difficult to tell when they would arrive, but they estimated that they were a few hundred miles away. They would be here in the next few days, if no storms or poor winds slowed them down. The boat was motorized, but they were trying to use only sail as much as possible.
Here in the house we were always nude. Kate and Pierce were naturists, and I suppose I was too now. At least, I had followed their practice and disrobed while here at home. It was very freeing. I was lucky not to be male or I might be getting an erection whenever I watched the two of them here. They both aroused feelings in me. I had never tried to act on them. They hadn't give any sign that they were interested in me, either. But it was a pleasure to notice them, because they had both taken care of themselves. Only in their fifties, their bodies were taut and attractive.
Anyway, it was a Friday morning and I was walking to work with Pierce. I was heading north to City Hall and he walked along with me, until he stopped, kissed me on the cheek, and went into his law office. I continued for a couple of blocks more and was there. I went upstairs to the Planning Department to start working. I was involved in the mapping section.
It was a nice place to work. I could look out over the river, or watch the ships and boats heading up and down. Savannah was a major shipping port still. It was actually the oldest city in Georgia, and had always been a destination point for products from abroad. We still shipped plenty out from here ourselves. But I was more concerned with the arrival of Gwen and Wendall. They would be docking very close by.
Later on in the afternoon I received a call from Kate. She never called me at work, so I was surprised. But she was excited and had good news. Gwen and her boyfriend had arrived and were preparing to leave their sloop at a slip in the Savannah Yacht Club. It was actually on the Wilmington River. The whole landscape here was criss-crossed with streams of various sizes. But they were getting a rental car and would arrive home for dinner. Kate was so happy. She hadn't seen Gwen for years. And Wendall was a complete mystery, in some ways.
This meant that our nudism was ending for awhile. None of the children knew that Kate and Pierce were naturists. At least, the two of them didn't believe so. None of the younger people had mentioned it to me. But I could surely live with having to wear clothes to dinner again. This was going to be fun.
I stopped at Pierce's office as I walked home and he was waiting for me outside. He was eager to get home too. Of course Kate had called him. We both walked quickly south through some squares and finally arrived at our place. There was a parking spot at the rear of the house we never used. That was where the rental car was, certainly. Entering the house Pierce gave a whoop as he gathered his daughter in and hugged her tightly, while Kate stood by. Beside her was Wendall, I presumed. I smiled at him and got a wink back.
We washed up and then chatted for an hour or so before going out to dinner. Wendall asked if we wanted to drive, but we decided to walk. It was a beautiful spring evening. We were going to The Olde Pink House which had good reviews and lots of tourists. But Gwen had good memories of the place from when she was younger. She wanted to take Wendall there. So we strolled down to Abercorn Street, passing some of the local celebrities. We had our own Forrest Gump imitator on a bench. Also, several cross-dressers hailed us as we passed. There were lots of characters in Savannah. Kate and Pierce happened to be two of them.
As we dined on seafood we talked about the trip they had just made across the ocean. They were both so pleased with their accomplishment. So were we. They offered to take me out for a cruise if the weather was good the next day. I accepted happily. I knew next to nothing about sailing but they could show me. Kate and Pierce declined to go. Neither was a good sailor apparently.
We finished dinner and walked home. Spending some time talking in the library was the evening entertainment. That ended about eleven o'clock. Everyone went to their rooms. I was in the room that Gwen had used as a child, sharing it with Julia. But there were plenty more bedrooms, and Gwen and Wendall were comfortably bedded down in a large guest room. I fell asleep quickly, even though I was excited to go sailing the next day. This night I heard no suspicious sounds.
I cooked us a breakfast in the morning, letting Kate and Pierce sleep in. We got an early start. Kate had packed a basket of food for us the night before. So we were off to the yacht club. We got out of the club and onto the river by ten o'clock and were heading down the coast. We hugged the shore. I think the two sailors had tired of sailing out to sea. They wanted a quiet little cruise. It was pleasant. I gave aid as needed and as I could. Finally, we found a nice cove and put down the anchor to relax on the boat, or maybe take a swim.
Gwen and I were dressed in bikinis covered with long shirts, while Wendall had some cutoff jeans and a tee shirt. As we talked together we two girls took off the shirts to get a little more sun. I could see Wendall glancing over to check my assets. They were quite good, I knew that. Gwen was beautiful as well. I thought she was taking me in also. Oh well, I didn't care in the least. I was proud of my body and my long, black hair. My eyes were a special attraction, being green.
"This is so restful, Gwen. Thanks so much you guys for taking me out today. I can see why you love sailing."
"Yes, we do enjoy it. I think when we get back though we'll take a break. This has been a great adventure, but very tiring too. No more long trips, right Wendall?"
"Right you are, my love. But I find it's been a tremendous trip, and meeting family is always lovely."
"Well, I like feeling part of the family, but you know I'm not really. Kate and Pierce are such grand people for taking me in."
"I must say, my siblings have nothing but good things to say about you Trish. And other things too, I might add."
At that I believe I began to blush. I wondered if they would notice with the sun beating down. But Gwen was smiling at me with pleasure in her eyes, and so was Wendall. So I just took it as a compliment. Until Gwen moved closer to me as we were stretched out on the deck. Her hand stroked my cheek and then she leaned in and softly kissed my lips. I returned it, of course. I had been wanting her to do it. I was a true slut now. I wanted all the sex I could get, from people I admired and loved. Wendall, I saw, was smiling as he rubbed his prick in his shorts. I could see it was growing as I watched, and then I became engrossed in kissing Gwen.