Kate Educates Jacob #49

Secrets and Revelations

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Jacob's Point Of View.

I sat beside Alicia, enjoying Star Trek Strange New World's playing on a TV Lizzie kept handy in her catering kitchen at one end of a spacious lounge. She had a jug of chilled water with slivers of cucumber infusing, so I poured a glass for myself.

"It's very refreshing."

"The orphanage cooks taught me. They grew cucumbers, and it's better for you than the supermarket stuff."

"Henry told me you like to visit Mom and Dad on Saturday afternoons."

She immediately turned away from the TV, clicking its remote off. All attention was on the new subject at hand.

"Is that okay, Jacob? I didn't want to ask."

"Of course, it's okay, but you must ask, or we won't know. Do you mind if Kate and I visit with you?"

"Yes, please. I'd like to introduce you both. I realize my parents are dead, but I like to think they might be somewhere in the universe looking down."

"I think they would be very proud of you, Alicia. I know I am."

"I believe they would love both of you."

After what I had seen in several wars, there was a skeptic in me as to the existence of a supreme being, but I wasn't about to influence a child's beliefs one way or the other. Kate joined us, so I poured another glass of delicious, refreshing homemade juice.

"Are we driving there in Kate's new truck, then?"

Alicia grinned and shot a sidelong glance at my fiancee. She'd made no secret of loving the gift I'd bought Kate, and I figured once she was old enough, I would be consigned to the rear passenger seat unless driving.

"Yes. I'll drive because Jacob has a heavy foot and likes mud."

Kate nodded cutely at me, lifted a nearby cake stand lid, purloined a croissant, and tore it three ways, offering each of us a section. She dangled an arm around my shoulder before hauling herself onto my lap. She grinned at me, knowing I was desperate to make love, but with Alicia coming and going freely in and out of our bedroom, neither of us wanted to risk impropriety.

"Are we visiting the cemetery today then, Alicia?"

"Yes. Introductions must be made. Can we bring Cosmo and Luna?"

"Yes, we can."

The puppies had bunked up in Alicia's room since Catherine sent them with a driver delivering Kate and my clothing and personal effects. They were all but lost to me. She made them use a litter tray and sleep on the foot of her bed. I thought it unhygienic, but Lizzie said all bedding would be washed daily and that Alicia's settling in was paramount.

I helped both girls in my life climb aboard Kate's truck, strapping one into a booster chair while patting the other one's ass suggestively. Kate grinned again, and I thought she was enjoying the tease of our sustained abstinence.

The graveyard was a hallowed place in a beautiful spot overlooking a long-finger lake at the bottom of a steep valley. Kate and I held hands with Alicia, walking through a wrought iron archway covered in wisteria. I felt a chill when our adopted daughter pointed to two lonely headstones set in a private plot.

She went quiet and speeded her pace, dragging us with her until we reached the two graves. We'd bought flowers, and Kate helped Alicia arrange them around two small marble headstones.

"Mom, Dad... this is Kate and Jacob. They're looking after me. They... umm, err."

She burst into tears, sobbing heartily. Kate sat down, and Alicia dropped her head into my fiancee's lap, staining a light cotton floral dress with tears of heartache.

"It's okay to cry, Alicia."

"I'm sorry, Kate. I want to tell Mom and Dad that you are my new parents, but I can't."

"And you never have to, honey. Your Mom and Dad will always be your real parents."

"What will you and Jacob be, then?"

"We'll be your parents as well. You are on loan to us forever. Jacob and I want to share as much of your life as you are comfortable with, but your real Mom and Dad must always be part of that."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise you, Alicia. Nobody will take you away from them or us unless you want them to."

"Can I ask you both a favor, please?"

"Of course."

"Would you mind telling my Mom and Dad about yourselves? I'd like them to know I'm safe and loved."

I watched a tear form in Kate's eyes. It almost rolled onto her cheek until she thumbed it away. We spent a couple of hours talking among the three of us about our lives. I sat down on the grass, sharing some aspects of my life that felt painful.

Lying on the grass as a new family felt cathartic. Alicia rested her shoeless feet on my legs while her head cradled in Kate's lap. Cosmo and Luna chased each other around gravestones until both were exhausted, eventually lying on top of their new owner.

Eventually, the sun became scarce, disappearing behind a distant mountain, and a chill breeze encouraged our departure. I wrapped Alicia in my fleece jacket and strolled back to the truck.

"Would you drive us home, Jacob?"

“I’d love to, but I thought I was banned from the driver's seat?”

"Don't take it off-road."

"I won't, Kate. Don't worry."

"Even if I fall asleep."

"I won't. I promise."

"I mean it, Jacob. This truck is not getting dirty because you want to relive some adventure."

I shot a wry smile at my new partner in crime and winked at her. Alicia smiled back, then curled her lips down and pulled on Kate's arm.

"Can we use it to collect walnuts for Henry sometime?"

"Oh dear God, Alicia, you'll be running GD before you reach your teenage years."

I was itching to play with Kate's truck. The sheer brutality of its front fender and massive engine made it the ultimate boy's toy. I drove carefully because it was a gift and, as such, should be respected.

Catherine had arrived at A Walk In The Clouds with Tiffany since we'd been gone. In the house, she swept an overwhelmed Alicia up in her arms, swinging the poor girl around until both were tired.

"The horses will arrive here tomorrow. Would you like to be introduced?"

"Yes, please. What do I call you?"

"I'm Catherine, and I couldn't wait to get here because you are all that Kate will talk about. I sent your puppies on ahead. Have they settled in?"

Alicia moved closer to my mother-in-law and pretended her loud whisper wasn't for my ears, but I heard.

"Technically, the puppies belong to Jacob, Catherine. I'm their adopted mother until Jacob is weaned off them."

"Ahh, I see."

I caught Catherine's surprised expression. She, like the rest of us, was instantly captivated by Alicia, who skipped away to check on Cosmo and Luna, who had run to her bedroom. I was left with a very startled mother-in-law.

"I know. It's the same feeling we all have about Alicia. She's very bright and aware of what's going on around her, Catherine."

"That will be her orphanage upbringing."

Catherine seemed pensive and glanced around the room to make sure we were alone. Kate was nearby, but aside from the three of us, we had privacy.

"Umm... can we have a chat, please, Jacob? You as well, Kate."

"Of course."

Kate led her Mom into the main lounge, pouring a disgusting herbal tea blend she insisted I share. It was a wretched aroma that nagged at my memory.

I know that shit from somewhere.

Catherine sat opposite me with a stare that revealed all. The conflict in her expression made me chuckle, and she was suddenly the deer caught in headlights.

"You're seeing my sister?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Carrie loves older women. She's also an unruly scamp with an adventurous spirit that needs discipline."

"She truly does. You are surprisingly accurate on all of that, Jacob."

"And you're seeing her?"

"We're dating."

"It's none of my business, Catherine, but for what it's worth, I wish you both the very best of luck."

"Really?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

She seemed surprised, and that worried me. Carrie and I had always been very close. I'd embraced and celebrated her sexuality when my sister first came out, to the extent that we often partied together at gay bars.

"Where is Carrie now, Catherine?"

"She's here too, but didn't want to have this conversation with you."

"Do you mind if I go and see her and clear this up?"

"Not at all. She's a bit upset, though."

I left mother and daughter to catch up. The five-minute walk to Catherine and Carrie's lodge was pleasant, taking in a single track that contoured around the main ridge on which A Walk In The Clouds was perched. The sun had almost disappeared completely, and twilight lifted my spirits in the woods.

I knocked on the cabin door and heard a morose, Come In, that sounded not at all like my sister. I walked in, and my sister threw herself at me in floods of tears.

"What's happened?"

"Mom told me not to come back home."

"Why would she do that?"

"Because of Catherine."

"Did you tell her about the two of you?"

"She saw my story on Instagram. I should have known better, but dinner was nice, Catherine was lovely, and it was a real country and western restaurant, so I took a few snaps and referred to my date."

I placed both palms on her shoulders, pushing my sister back slightly so I could stoop and level my eyes with hers.

"You've done nothing wrong, Carrie. Dry your eyes, clean up, and come to meet Alicia."

"Are you sure, Jacob?"

"Go and freshen up now, Carrie. That's an order."

"Okay, brother."

While she was gone, I flicked open my phone and selected Mom's number. We weren't terribly close, something I hadn't discussed with Kate, nor did I wish to. It seemed family secrets would become exposed.

I selected text messenger and began typing.

You already lost one daughter, and now you're setting the course to lose another. If you continue this disgraceful feud with Carrie, please don't turn up to our wedding. You won't be welcome. I'll message Dad separately to let him know he's welcome.

I hit send, then switched off my phone. Mom's tirade that would follow didn't interest me. Her problem with Carrie's sexuality was barely contained these days, but it was my sister's proclivity for older women my Mom could never come to terms with. She couldn't deal with the potential of having a daughter-in-law that was her age.

Carrie returned from the bathroom looking respectable, and I pretended to inspect her.

"We have an ATV, a bunch of climbing gear that must be inspected, and we're shopping for mountain bikes. The horses will be here tomorrow."

"What's your point, Jacob?"

"I'll put another mountain bike on the shopping list. You don't have to return home until you're ready, if ever. We'll have to talk with immigration, but so long as you don't work in the USA, it should be okay to extend your stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Never ask me if you can stay again, Carrie. It's a permanent given between us. When Sarah died, it almost broke both of us. I won't lose another sister."

"No, I get it. Her death still hurts me as well."

"It's time to explain about our family to Kate. If you'd rather I did that in private, I don't mind."

"It's okay. Catherine should probably know about Mom and Sarah as well."

I held my sister's trembling hand while we walked the path back to the main house. She was knocked off balance. My sister, ever a vibrant character, was easily upset by unkindness, and my mother's fury knew no boundaries in that regard.

"Have you turned off your phone, Carrie?"

"No."

"Do it now. I'll get you a local SIM and phone tomorrow. Leave yours off for a week and let Mom simmer down."

"She might never accept me."

"She will. Dad will go fucking nuts when he finds out about this."

"Will you tell him?"

"Damn right, I shall, but not tonight while blood is still boiling."

I led my sister to the living room and into Catherine's care on a sofa. Alicia lay on the sofa opposite with her head in Kate's lap. My fiancee pointed at our adopted daughter with a quizzical look meant for me.

"I don't think secrets are a good thing, Kate. I hoped we might not ever need to discuss this, but it seems my mother is intent on spoiling another party."

"Alicia can stay and hear this then?"

"It's up to you, but I think it would be good for us to include her in these discussions. No point hiding disagreeable truths."

"I agree, Jacob."

I paced the room in front of a log fire, enjoying the warmth, knowing that it would toast me in another ten minutes. Crackling logs, a faint aroma of beechwood smoke, and the flickering medley of orange and yellow around the room calmed me.

"We have an older sister."

"Oh."

"Her name is Sarah. She was a beautiful human being who looked after Carrie and I when we got into trouble with our mother."

I gulped, and tears welled in my eyes.

"She died."

Everyone was stunned, and each of my family wore a profoundly sad expression. My sister looked as though the light in her life had extinguished, exactly how I felt when remembering Sarah. Kate reached up a hand to me. Alicia did the same, and I felt slightly guilty raising the matter on a day we'd visited her parents' graves.

Kate squeezed my hand.

"Oh god no, Jacob. How?"

"She was a lesbian. Mom disapproved and kicked up a fuss for years, bullying Sarah relentlessly as our sister tried to manage her love life away from Mom's vile behavior. Then, one evening, my sister had enough, drank a bottle of vodka, took pills, and never woke up."

They all choked up, breathed heavily in a personal emotional tumult, and then cried. I did as well, Sarah's death being one of the few situations that made me utterly miserable. Kate and Alicia stood up and hugged me. The others joined in, and it felt nice to share and cry together.

"Carrie can stay here as long as she likes, Jacob."

"I know Kate, but she must stay in the lodge, or I'll have to move down there. She can be a pain in the ass."

"Don't worry, Jacob. Mom will fix that problem."

Everyone laughed while crying, including my sister, but an unhealthy melancholy hung in the air like a damp blanket that stifled everything. The front door opened, slammed shut, and someone walked into the living room.

"Did I miss something?"

"Hi, Tiffany."

Our group hug broke up, and Tiffany was welcomed into the fold. I had allocated her a room in the main house, not knowing what bedroom arrangements between her and Catherine might be.

I knew they'd become casual lovers during Tiffany's disciplinary boot camp but had no idea where that had led, if anywhere. She sidled up beside me while I poured tea and brewed coffee, purloining Lizzie's living room hospitality kitchen.

"Thank you for assigning me a room in the main house, Jacob."

"No problem. I wasn't sure about y-"

"We're best friends. There was no real intense love between us aside from friendship and some very enjoyable lust. Catherine is still mentoring me, for which I am grateful, but she and Carrie make a great couple."

"I agree, they do."

Tiffany's hand quivered when I passed her a large bowl of coffee. I noticed the creamy surface ripple and studied her. She seemed upset.

"It's a lot of coffee. I'm sure these cups are bigger than a coffee shop Venti."

"I'm sorry, Jacob."

"No need to be sorry. Will you tell me what's up?"

"Umm, I err... It's so-."

"Spit it out, woman. You're one of three in here that has seen me naked. We have no secrets."

"Three?"

"My sister, of course. Bath times, youthful innocence, and all that. Which young boy didn't swing it around like a sword when naked rollerblading through the house?"

"Oh, of course."

"Carrie wouldn't remember. At least I hope she doesn't."

" Whereas I do remember very well, Jacob. It was my shameful moment and the night you saved me from being used."

"Yeah, well... nobody else will know about that aside from you, me, and Kate, and we'll keep it that way forever."

"That's what bothers me a bit, Jacob."

"Okay, shoot... I'm all ears."

"I have plenty of money now because Kate pays well."

"You do a great job. She always knew you would. Kate trusts you."

"And I'm grateful for that. I love all of you guys."

"So, what's the problem?"

"I feel like a freeloader who should move out and pay her own way. I eat for free, ride the horses, enjoy a company car and gas. I literally have no living expenses."

"And you feel guilty about that?"

"I worry that I've overstayed my welcome."

"Has anyone made you feel unwelcome?"

"No."

She slid onto a kitchen stool, so I did, too, realizing we might be here for a while. We eyeballed each other, and I noticed a disquiet in her that I'd felt many times myself. Kate sauntered across, probably wanting to chase up the dreadful tea concoction that seemed to grip her. I secretly prayed it wasn't a pregnancy craving because even the smell provoked my gag response, never mind a flavor passed from her lips to mine.

Kate leaned heavily into my back, perching her chin on my shoulder and wrapping both arms around my waist. Tiffany glanced at her, took a deep breath, and looked squarely at me.

"I have a great life, Jacob, and I want everyone to know that I'm grateful for it."

"We know. Kate's right here now. Shall I explain to her what's worrying you?"

"Yes... please."

I turned my head slightly until my eyes leveled with my fiancee's.

"Tiffany is afraid to fly the coop."

"That's not what I said, Jacob, and you know it."

Kate laughed, playfully slapping the part of my ass she could reach. I grinned at Tiffany, who turned beetroot red, and glanced at Kate.

"It isn't what I said, Kate. He's fucking teasing me."

"What did she really say, Jacob?"

"Tiffany is worried that she might have overstayed her welcome. I was about to tell her she doesn't eat much, her car is part of a salary package, and her enjoyment at the stables pays with her labor and by riding the horses every day."

Tiffany mulled that over, shaking her head from side to side. She couldn't refute my logic, and slowly, a grin formed. I took her hand and smiled reassuringly.

"You are also our friend and very welcome."

"Are you sure?"

"Jacob's right, Tiffany. It's hard enough to find loyal staff, even more so to establish lifelong friendships. You are both of those to us. If it makes you feel better, I can pay you more and kick you out of our homes or charge you rent, but since you're part of an exclusive group of women, I'd rather not."

"What exclusive group of women?"

"Four of us ladies in this room have seen Jacob naked."

My head flashed sideways, meeting my fiancee's gaze. Kate looked cute and giggled like a schoolgirl, stifling her mirth with a hand cupped over her mouth while almost falling backward from a stool she was increasingly edging me off.

"Mom saw you one time in the shower, Jacob. Our room door was open. She came in and made the mistake of thinking you were out and that I was in the bathroom. She shouted, got no answer, and slipped her head around the bathroom door."

"And?"

"I was assured she only peeked briefly."

"And?"

"She was impressed. Ask her yourself if you need corroboration."

"Christ no, Kate. I'd rather not have a fan club."

"You already do, Jacob, and that has everything to do with your kind heart."

Tiffany nodded while Kate activated my gag response by sipping her lukewarm tea.

"Are we good Tiffany?"

"Yes, we are Jacob. Good chat, and thank you."

Tiffany wandered away, and I was left being held by Kate, who reached around to my crotch, rubbing hard.

"That's unfair. Alicia is still awake."

"Mom's sitting for her and will read stories until she falls asleep. It's bedroom duty for you, buster."

"Kate, you'll have to rinse first. I can't stand that tea. It's vulgar."

"Really? I'm growing partial to it."

"Please don't sweetheart. It's killing me. I only ever tasted something that vile in Malaysia from a fruit called Durian."

"That's it, Jacob. Check the label. I'm sure it's Durian. I love it."

I checked, and sure enough, it was the Marmite of the tea world. You either loved or hated it, and I was definitely in the latter's camp.

"It smells like sewage and rotten eggs. Some people taste honey and love it but fuck... I'm not one of them, Kate."

She laughed and tipped the whole box of tea bags in the bin. I fished them out, glanced at her, and felt guilty.

"If you like it, I can suffer it."

"Right now, Jacob, I'd like something else from you."

Alicia was already in her bedroom, safely engaged in a story from Catherine. I knew we must have a conversation about intimacy and share that with Alicia somehow to establish some privacy rules, but it was too soon to set boundaries.

I got naked in seconds, staggered to the bed while kicking off boxer shorts, and waited, watching Kate deliberately take her time undressing. She knew how to tantalize me, peeling clothes off while providing the best possible view of her stunning curves and silky smooth skin.

When she lay on our bed, I rolled Kate onto her front and lay on her back, pressing my weight on both hands and toes. She gathered her hair, swept that aside, and I kissed, then licked my fiancee's neck like silk on satin, enjoying her contented sighs and mild whimpering.

"You're a great leader, Kate."

"So are you, Jacob."

"Everything between us feels perfect."

"Only because you and I are in step, sweetheart."

"Soon, a female-led relationship becomes a wife-led marriage."

"Only if you wish it, Jacob. You are the greatest treasure in my life. We are educating one another. As it should be."

"I love being your knight."

"I doubt I could live without your love and support. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

I raised my body using all of my strength until mine ran parallel to hers, roughly four inches higher. It felt like a gym exercise, but the immense impact on Kate, when the only thing she felt was my tongue slide gently down her spine while my cock stroked both thighs as it nestled in the gap between, was worth the effort.

She shivered, arching her back while I licked my way down one ass cheek and slid my tongue left and right along the crease between that and Kate's thigh. She trembled vigorously, moaning noisily while reaching both hands wide, gripping the duvet, and gathering it in.

"I smell your pussy."

"Is it any wonder? You've never done this before."

"I'm not done yet."

"Oh, God, Jacob. I might cum."

"If that happens, roll over quickly and let me finish you with my tongue."

"Oh fuck, but you're a naughty boy!"

I continued teasing, licking a trail down her thigh, enjoying the muscle spasming under a pleasure load I felt was reciprocated by my heart. At the back of Kate's knee, I paused, licking gentle circles where nerves surfaced closer. She giggled; I continued and licked all the way to her heel.

When I swapped sides, Kate shuddered, squealed, and quickly rolled over, spreading her legs wide apart and staring down at me with a desperate, pleading expression that I couldn't help but love. She frowned lasciviously, begged lovingly, and repeatedly clenched her fingers into balled fists on both hands, summoning me.

I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs, descending into Kate's swollen, damp pussy lips like a hungry lion. I loved the feeling of giving her cunnilingus. I plowed my tongue gently up my fiancee's creamy slit, wiggling it from side to side, provoking her shuddering orgasm almost immediately.

When Kate's hands gripped the back of my head, and she pulled me into her crotch, I sucked an engorged clitoris, sending my fiancee to a frisson peak of pleasure. She screamed in absolute ecstasy, thrusting her pussy hard into my mouth, enjoying wave after wave of rapture that I controlled by increasing and decreasing the drag of my tongue across her creamy pearl.

Kate shuddered, fed me her ejaculate, and I gorged on her, enjoying the intense feeling of togetherness of having my tongue slip deep inside her pussy.

"I need your cock, Jacob, please."

"With pleasure, my queen."

"Sir knight, you are worthy and brave."

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