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Emily is Online Now

... over her behind the sofa, trying to see what she was looking at on her phone. She sensed it, and changed position, so that she was laying along the length of the sofa. Now all he could see were a pair of long, sexy legs. Her leggings were shiny black. She was still wearing her trainers.

"Take your trainers off the sofa, Emily," said James, to distract himself from her shiny legs. She shuffled along the sofa until her ankles were resting on the armrest, her shoes dangling beyond it.

"Why don't you just take them off? Lazy girl."

"My feet stink, that's why."

"Then for Christ's sake, go and have a bath."

"I will. Later."

James walked round the sofa to her feet, and pulled off her trainers one by one. Emily neither helped nor resisted. Her feet didn't stink, but they definitely smelled. He tickled the sole of her left foot; she jerked it back. He tickled her right foot and she giggled, jerking it back too. "Dad, stop."

Suddenly she put the phone down and stared at him intensely, suspiciously. "Why did you do that? Are you..."

"I was just playing, Emily. And they don't stink. But you have a bath anyway, after that journey."

For a terrifying moment Jamie thought she'd guessed his secret. He'd have to be really careful.

While Emily was upstairs in the bathroom, James sat on the sofa, thinking. What if he pressured her into revealing that she was cam modelling, without letting on that he already knew? Then she'd stop suspecting him. And maybe, just ...

... maybe, he'd have a hold on her... he could even blackmail her, into...Stop it. What's happening to me?

Emily came downstairs, in her bra and panties, carrying a bundle of dirty clothes in her arms. He watched her as she kneeled on the floor by the washing machine feeding them into it.

"Remember how to use it?"

She started the cycle and stood up. "Yep. So what are we eating?"

"You order something. Anything."

"Still only Mum who does the cooking, I see," said Emily, padding over to James and sitting beside him on the sofa. James began to feel an erection growing under his jeans. He stood up hastily and went over to the dining table, and opened his laptop. He pretended to look at emails. Emily played with her phone.

"Here's what I want for my birthday," she said, getting up and standing over him, showing him her phone.

"Is that a microphone?"

"Yes, it's a Rode."

"Jesus, four hundred quid?"

"Yeah. It's the best one you can get for podcasting."

"Podcasting? When did you start doing that?"

"I haven't yet. Well, not really."

James seized his chance: "What do you mean 'not really'?" He looked up at her. She took a step closer to him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"You're going grey, but you're not losing your hair," she said, stroking his hair gently. "How old are you, Dad?"

"Forty-seven. What do you mean 'not really'"?

"You're quite the silver fox." Her abdomen was an inch from his face.

"Thank you, I guess." Unable to control his ...