Old Enough For The Truth

The four of them walked back into the rental still smelling like funnel cake and sunscreen. Laura and Eric headed straight for the kitchen, claiming they wanted to whip up dinner before everyone got too tired. Jordan watched them go and raised an eyebrow at Oliver. Something felt off. All day the stepparents had been extra nice—paying for every ride, buying them snacks, acting too damn happy. Now they were just as eager to cook and clean up alone. After dinner the soft talk continued. Laura kept topping off drinks. Eric kept laughing too loud at nothing. Finally Jordan set her fork down and said, “Okay. Out with it.” Oliver crossed his arms and waited. Eric rubbed the back of his neck. Laura looked at her lap, then at him, then blurted it out—they had both grown up stepsiblings, got together the second they turned eighteen, fucked like rabbits behind their parents’ backs until someone caught them and kicked them both out. After that they each tried separate marriages, Laura ended up with Jordan’s dad, Eric with Oliver’s mom, but the whole time they still wanted each other. As soon as the divorces were final they got back together and planned this trip to drop the secret. Jordan blinked, trying not to gag. Oliver muttered “Jesus Christ.” The stepparents rushed to say their love was real, nothing weird about it—well, except the part where they now wanted Jordan and Oliver to climb into bed with them and make it a full-family fuckfest. Laura’s hand slid onto Jordan’s thigh while she spoke, and Eric was already grinning at Oliver like a guy who knew he had a winning hand.