Guest of Fire - Part 4
Oftentimes, when fires start in the home, those seeing the flames think it's too small to be a problem... that it's controllable... and they don't put much effort into fighting it. It's like a small oil fire starting in the kitchen. The wife believes she can take care of it herself. She tries to put water on it, making it worse, making it quickly expand. And then... it quickly grows too large to control... and it consumes them first.
Beck should have seen the signs, should have reacted to them and stopped the fire before it grew too big. But she thought it was small. She thought she could control it. And it overwhelmed her before she knew it.
I didn't find out until months later, but during Em's stay, my wife was seduced during the second week of Em's visit. It was Wednesday. I had gone to the city to meet with my clients to go over the proposal. It was a long day, as I expected, and I wasn't going to return until after midnight.
Beck was sitting up in bed, reading, trying to wait up for me, when Em softly knocked and came into the room wearing her simple nightshirt and panties.
"Aunt Beck?" Em said, slowly opening the bedroom door.
"Hey! What's wrong?" Beck asked.
Emmanuelle came into the room and sat on the side of the bed. "Well... you know how you said I could stay in here if I got too scared or something."
"Yeah, of course," Beck said, wondering what could be bothering the young woman.
"Thanks!" Em said softly, sliding under the sheet and moving close to Beck. "Wow! Your eyes are so beautiful." Em was looking at her so curiously, almost as if seeing her for the first time.
Beck smiled, surprised by the sudden compliment. "Thanks."
"I guess I've never seen them in this light before," Em said, smiling coyly.
"Thanks," Beck said. "I love your eyes, too." Em had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen and I could imagine my wife felt the same way.
"And such beautiful hands," Em said, stroking Beck's hand that was holding the book.
"Thank you." Beck held the book with her other hand and extended the hand that Em had touched, looking at it.
"You and Sarah must go to the nail salon all the time, right?" Em asked, sitting up on her elbow facing Beck, so close to Beck that Beck felt the warmth of the younger woman's body.
Both women looked at Beck's nails. "Well, we do do our mother and daughter get-aways sometimes. We're very close."
"Are you?" Em asked, almost challenging her.
"Yeah," Beck said. "Of course. I love her so much."
Em idly stroked Beck's cheek and played with her hair. "She's just a step-daughter, though, right?"
"Yeah," Beck said, "but we're still really close. We love spending time together."
Em smiled. "I know you've seen us together... I mean... having sex," she said, idly playing with her fingers. "And... you haven't stopped us. That has me wondering... if you enjoy watching us... or maybe... you want to try it yourself."
"Wow... um... yeah... it, uh... it just reminded me of a long time ago," Beck said. Em noticed an embarrassed blush flow over her.
"Yeah?" Em asked, gently tugging on a strand of Beck's hair. "Watching or... participating? Are you... maybe... interested in experiencing it again?"
Beck could feel the girl lean closer to her, feeling her body heat wash over her. "Oh, um... I... uh... I haven't even thought about it," Beck said unconvincingly, clutching the book tightly.
"No?" Em smiled, knowing she was lying.
"I just... Vince keeps me happy."
Em smiled down at her, stroking her cheek. "Well, you'll keep it a secret, right?"
"Sure... sure, honey," Beck said.
"You can't tell anyone," Em said seriously. "My mom would kill me. You promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Of course... I promise. It'll... it'll be our secret," Beck said, smiling.
"It's just that, I've just been having a lot of these feelings and..."
"What kind of feelings?" Beck interrupted.
"Really good feelings," Em said, "but... only when I'm around women. Beautiful women." Em giggled. "Kinda the same feelings I get when I'm around you."
"Oh... uh," Beck said, embarrassed again. Em started playing with the shoulder straps of the lingerie Beck was wearing. She had hoped to surprise me when I got home so she'd put on the yellow, lacy lingerie that I'd bought for her last Valentine's Day. Her breasts were barely covered and the lace didn't hide her nipples well at all. Simple shoulder straps held the top up. And that led down to a simple snap closure at her crotch for my easy access. She looked incredible in it. It really accentuated her beautiful body. "Like, what kind of feelings?
"Intimate feelings," Em leaned down and whispered.
Beck shivered. She felt Em's breath on her ear and it sent tingles all through her body. Em's fingers were idly playing with the thin shoulder strap, sliding it off and then back on her shoulder as if she was threatening to remove her top. "Oh... um... you know... I'm sure your mom would understand."
"Maybe but," Em whispered again, not backing away this time. Her mouth was an inch from Beck's ear. "There's just something about the connection that we have. It's just... it's different. And I don't want to jeopardize that."
Em stroked Beck's hand that was now sitting on her stomach and Beck shivered again.
"Well, I appreciate that," Beck said. "That's very nice of you. Um... you know I think you're really nice, and I think you're really beautiful, too."
"You know," Em said, kissing her ear lightly, "I've been thinking that we've been building this amazing connection and... well... you like girls and... I like girls... and we can keep it a secret." Em slid her hand from the Beck's hand and started playing with the neckline of Beck's lingerie, her fingers just above Beck's breast. "And we can share these intimate moments. We wouldn't have to tell a soul. It's just..."
"Honey... I don't know," Beck said, suddenly nervous.
"I mean... Sarah and Vince would never have to find out," Em said, "and... you know, you wouldn't have to worry about that. And you can be intimate with a girl again."
"I mean... it's true," Beck stuttered, "I... I definitely have feelings for you... but... I don't know. It's just very awkward for me. I was so young back then. Now I have a family... commitments... responsibilities..."
"It's just... there's something about being with you that just... it just feels so right," Em said, sliding her fingers along Beck's flesh, right at the boundary of her lingerie. "And every woman I'm with just raves about how good I make them feel. I want to make you feel good, too."
Beck shivered. Em's touch was so... erotic. It had been so long since she felt anything like it. "I mean... I don't know what to say to that." She had dressed in her favorite lingerie for Vince, but... she was a little excited that Em was enjoying it as well. The way Em was looking at her... the way she was touching her... God! It turned her on so much!
"I think I have an idea," Em said softly. "Why don't you just close your eyes and just feel my touch?"
The thought turned Beck on... but... she couldn't. "Emmanuelle..." she protested.
"Please... just try it," Em said, sliding her fingertips across the top of Beck's breast, tracing a delicate pattern which circled her nipple.
"No... no," Beck continued to protest, but didn't physically stop the young woman from touching her. Em's touch on her nipple caused her to moan suddenly, caused her body to shiver.
Em giggled at Beck's reaction. "But I want to."
Beck was so confused. Her mind was telling her not to do this, but her body wanted it so badly. She wished Vince was there to help her make this decision, help her fend off Em's advances. She wished Vince was there to attend to her sudden sexual needs. God, she needed to cum so bad! "You need to go to bed," she said, trying to disuade Em. "Look, you're... you're being silly right now."
Em kissed her neck as her fingers continued to trace lines across her breasts and continued to circle and tease her nipples.
Beck giggled. "Stop... you're giving me goosebumps." She lifted her arm to show Em the pebbling on her skin. "Look what you've done. Stop being silly."
"No," Em said, continuing. "You know you want it."
"Oh my gosh," Beck said. "Yes, you're a beautiful woman. And yes, I... admit... you're probably great at sex."
Em kissed up her neck to her cheek, moving towards Beck's lips, but Beck turned her head, resisting her advances.
"Sweetie, stop," Beck protested. "I'm not going to do this. No."
"Kiss me," Em said softly.
"Are you out of your mind?" Beck asked.
"Just... let me just show you once," Em said.
"Show me what?"
"I want to show you the way I kiss."
"The way you kiss...?" Beck asked.
"Just once," Em said, her lips so close to Beck's. "Come on. I know you want it."
Beck turned her head, thinking that she could appease Em with just a simple kiss. Then, maybe the girl would leave... or at least stop this silliness that was turning her on so incredibly. "Ok... ok."
Em leaned in and the two kissed for several long seconds.