My house was fully consumed. But I didn't know it, unfortunately. I knew that Em had a sexual relationship with my daughter, Sarah. And I knew that we had a quick sexual encounter on the way to the airport. I didn't realize the magnitude of the impact she had on my entire family, though.
It was 4:00pm on a Friday night, the Friday of a 3-day weekend because Monday was a holiday. It was in the middle of the school semester. Unbeknownst to me, Em had contacted Beck and asked if she could visit for the weekend. Sarah couldn't come home for such a short stay, but Beck thought it would be good to see Em again.
The doorbell rang and I got up from the couch and answered it. Em was standing there with a small suitcase, completely surprising me.
"Hey!" she said cheerfully. It seemed like forever since I'd seen her.
"Em! Wow! Come on in! It's good to see you!" I had to admit, I'd been thinking about her a lot. I had to have looked at those pictures she took from the car that day a million times already... usually when masturbating. "So, so good to see you." I let her in and gave her a big hug, probably holding her a little too closely.
"Stop it... thank you so much," she said, seemingly embarrassed by my gushing.
I led her into the living room and we sat on the couch.
"Tell me, how's college?" I asked, sitting up, anxious to hear all about her experiences.
"Um... college is... you know it's really fun," she said, searching for the right words to say. "You know I'm pretty social... and... it's good."
"Are you the prettiest girl?" I asked. I don't even know why, but it was a way to give her a compliment.
"Oh stop it," she said, lightly smacking me on the shoulder. "You're sweet."
"Boyfriend... girlfriend...?" I was hoping not, but I had to know where she stood relationship-wise. I guess I could say that maybe I was feeling a little jealous.
"Um... well, I like to have someone for every day of the week," she giggled.
"Oh... you're so bad," I said, half wondering if she was just teasing me.
"You know you need one for everything," she smiled. "So there's a really good kisser... and there's one just for lots of cuddling... and the one you just want to blow all night. And well... there's one for every one of my needs," she giggled again.
"You're terrible," I said, shaking my head. I still didn't know if she was serious or joking.
"And you're so hot," she smiled and moved closer to me. She kicked her leg out and moved right into my lap, facing me, pushing me back into the couch.
"No... me?"
"Mmhmm," she said.
It surprised me that she would think an old guy like me, a man old enough to be her father, would be attractive in any way. "What do you like about me?"
"Well, first, your brown eyes... they're so dreamy... and of course your perfectly chisled face. And then... well, I haven't seen it in a while... but... you have the best body ever... so strong," she giggled as she ran her hands over my shoulders and chest, sliding them down to my stomach. My cock was growing hard quickly, anticipating her touch. "You make me drool you're so dreamy."
"Well... um... I'm so glad you stopped by for the weekend," I said. I didn't know what else to do or say. Her hands were roving my body, driving me insane.
"I just wanted to see you." She leaned forward, her face so close to mine. "I had to... kiss you," she said, and did just that.
"Um... yeah... Beck's here, too," I said, growing very uncomfortable. Beck was right upstairs, working on something in the bedroom. I had no idea when she'd be done.
"Yeah? Upstairs?" Em asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, trying to explain how risky this was in not so many words.
"Hmm... did you miss me at all?" she asked.
"Yeah, of course," I said. I truly did miss her. She had only been in town for two weeks this year, but it held an incredible memory for me.
"Mmm... What did you miss about me?" she asked as she started grinding her hips into me. I could feel her heat against my shaft as it grew harder and harder.
"You're... you're just such a wonderful person," I said, trying to keep it very... friendly... in case Beck could hear us.