My fateful summer continued. Emma was in my thoughts. Emma took up residence in my mind. Obsession. I understood what it was, but I did not understand mine. She was so alive, and young, and lovely. So very, very compelling. I couldn't resist watching her as she sunbathed in our private backyard. I was a fifty-six year old professor, who had married her thirty-eight year old mother. This was the season of learning about ourselves.
She stopped at my door one day and quietly knocked.
"Come in, come in."
Emma glided into my library in her bikini. She was barefoot. Her lips were carmine. She had scarlet polish on her fingernails and on her toenails. Her long, brown hair was in braids. She was nearing her nineteenth birthday at the end of summer. She was a smaller version of her mother, but so young, and tempting.
"Good morning, Dick. I see you're busy writing. Have you ever published anything?"
"Yes, certainly, Emma. I have many papers published in academic journals. Have you ever heard of publish or perish? That's what's heard in college and university departments across the country. You see, if you want to rise in the academic world, as I've done, you must publish. Oh yes, I have lots of published papers."
"Actually, I meant something more interesting than that. Have you published novels, or poems? Something that real people would read?"
"Ah, I see. Yes, yes, I've had four books of poetry published. And one book of short stories. They haven't really done too well in the market place, but I'm rather proud of them."
I rose up, went to my bookshelves, and found my own books there. I took the volumes out and handed them to Emma. She held them and glanced at the titles.
"These are mine. If you want, take them and read them. I would love to know what you think, Emma."
"Sure, Dick. I will. You're reading my stuff. I'll read yours when I can get to them. But I wanted to ask you for your permission. You know I'm working on my tan. It would be cool to get a good tan all over. We have the privacy fence, so is there a problem with me taking off my top while I tan? There's just you and me here, and no one would know."
She approached and set the books down on my desk. Then she placed her delicate hand on my arm. This was my chance to be a good stepfather. My chance to set up some boundaries for our relationship. It was the time for me to be the better man and ignore my urges. I should tell her that doing such would be the wrong thing. It would be inappropriate for her to be topless with her stepfather nearby.
"Well...I'm sure that would be fine, Emma. But I don't know if your mother would be so understanding. Perhaps she doesn't see that you're almost an adult. We should just keep that our secret. Yes, you get your tan and we'll just keep it between us."
"Of course, Dick. But I don't think Mom would really mind. I mean, when we were on our own, in our little apartment, we often were nude. Mom and I are really like sisters in some ways. You know, Dick? But, sure. I won't tell if you won't tell."
She took my hand in both of hers and ran a finger across my palm. I looked into her eyes, so moist and brown, and trembled slightly. She smiled and brought my hand up to her scarlet lips. She gave my palm a soft kiss. Then she turned and walked away.
I went to my desk and sat down in my chair. I looked at the lipstick impression in my palm, and brought it up to my nose to smell the aroma. My penis was erect now. I was so aroused. I could still smell the jasmine scent that followed Emma everywhere she went about the house.
Rising up, I went to the french doors that opened from my library to the patio outside. They faced the west and the sun was from the south most of the day. I could see the three lounge chairs on the tiled patio surface. The one Emma used was turned to get most of the sun during midday. It almost faced my outlook completely. She came out as I was peeking through the curtains covering the glass panes on the door.
Emma had exited through the door from the kitchen. She walked over to her chair with a towel over her arm and lotion in one hand. Stopping, she glanced over, and I quickly withdrew from the window. Then, slowly, I peeked out again, and saw her putting the towel and lotion on a small table. Her hands went up and took off her top. Her breasts were freed. She tossed the top to the table. Then she took up the bottle of lotion.
She pressed lotion into a palm. She rubbed it all over the places she could reach. She started at the bottom, working on her legs. She had such pretty legs, with curves and muscles in the perfect places.
Lotion was spread from her ankles up to her thighs. Around the thighs, and close to her vulva, went her delicate hands. I had noticed her round and tempting derriere, of course. She was almost finished when she did her torso and arms. Not quite.
Her hands gently caressed her breasts, her fingers running over the nipples that I could see were erect now. Just as my prick, now in my hand, was erect. Slowly stroking, I watched as she pinched each nipple. Then she sat down, drew her legs up, and lay back onto the lounge chair. Her knees were slightly crooked, and they spread apart and back together as she listened to the music coming through her earbuds.
Emma's hand reached down to her pussy. Her eyes were shut, but she found what she was seeking. Her fingers entered her bikini bottom and I could see her slowly touching herself. It made me increase my strokes on my hardness. I watched as her other hand started fondling her perky tits. God, she was so fucking tempting.
I stopped abruptly. This was not right. I forced myself to remember this was my stepdaughter. My new wife's daughter. I had fallen in love with Erica. I was still in love, of course. We were just married less than two months ago. This was wrong. Erica was all I needed. I put my still hard penis back into my trousers, and went back to work, as well as I could.
That evening, after dinner, when I was with Erica in our bedroom, I made a request. My wife was undressing, in preparation for sleeping. She was wearing only a bra and panties, sitting at her vanity. As she used cold cream to remove makeup from her face I was sitting in an arm chair watching. I had already disrobed and put on my pajamas.
"Erica, dear, I wonder if you would mind doing something for me? I notice that you wear nail polish. It's pink, isn't it? It would please me if you put on some red polish. Do you mind? I would love to see your fingers and toes with red polish. Just a thought darling."
"That's not hard to do, Richard. Of course sweetie. I'd be happy to do that. Would it turn you on a little my dear? You know I'll do anything for you, my love. I'll even put it on while you watch. Is that something you'd like, Richard?"
"Yes, perhaps it might be a little arousing. Just a thought dear. Thank you Erica."
