Continued from First Touch Chapter 2.
"About done, are you two?" Jessica's voice echoed through the tent. Sam and I both froze. Panic and fear gripped my mind and body like a giant vise. Neither of us could think of anything to say in reply.
"I'll wait inside for you." Jessica said, with far more calm than I thought possible. We heard her footsteps receding back toward the house. Sam sat up and though I couldn't see it and she made no sound, I could tell she was crying.
"Oh my god." Sam said repeatedly, rocking back and forth. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her. "Shhh..." I said, caressing her back. "We'll figure this out." I added, though I'm sure I didn't sound convincing. I wasn't sure how we could possibly figure it out.
We dressed in silence, and climbed out of the tent into the cool night air. Sam and I hugged briefly, and she locked her hand in mine as we made our way back toward the house. Jessica had turned on the back porch light and the kitchen light was on inside too. We entered the house, but Jessica wasn't in the kitchen.
Together we searched for her, eventually finding her in Sam's room, sitting on her bed flipping through a photo album. She looked up as we entered the room, but neither of us could meet her eye. Jessica was wearing a maroon silk robe I'd gotten her for Christmas a couple years prior.
With a sigh, Jessica closed the album and regarded us for a while.
"How long?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly but with an obvious forced calm.
"It was the first time." I replied without looking up. I had decided it didn't make sense to play stupid or deny anything.
"Why?" She asked.
"It's my fault." Sam said before I could answer.
"No, Sam it isn't..." I began.
"I've been trying to seduce you for months." Sam admitted in a tiny voice.
"Months?" Jessica asked, a small laugh escaping her lips at the sight of my bewildered face.
"Yeah, wearing tight clothes or no bra or bending down so he could see down my shirt. I tried sitting on dad's lap and getting him to rub my back or legs so he could see or feel my tits."
"And why did you want to seduce him?"
Sam replied, but her voice was so close to a mumble that all I heard was "Bekanniludiu"
"Speak up Samantha." Jessica said sternly.
"Because I love him." Sam repeated. "He's always taken care of me like I was his own daughter. He's always loved me. Even when I wasn't nice to him, he was always great to me." She added. The words seemed to be flowing out of her now. "I know that it isn't normal or whatever, but I love him and I wanted to show him that. I wanted him to feel how much love I had for him too."