Emily's Seduction (part two) - Sex Stories

Emily's Seduction (part two)

My fateful summer continued. Emily was in my thoughts. Emily 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 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." Emily 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 seventeenth 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, Emily. 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 Emily. 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, Emily." "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, Emily. 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." 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 ...