Chapter 2 I couldn't deny it excited me

Luis's pov

I'm not sure how I was supposed to survive the week with Emma acting like that. When Samson invited me to his house to look after his daughter, I had a feeling it wasn't the best plan. I should have declined, maybe come up with some excuse, but the chance to spend so much time alone with Emma was too tempting. I agreed, and now here I was in my best friend's bedroom, desperately trying to distance myself from my attraction to his daughter so I could head downstairs. I had never thought of Emma inappropriately until recently, but now my mind was filled with those thoughts. I couldn't escape the images of us together-her beautiful lips, the way my body craved hers. It was driving me to distraction. I had always cared for her and wanted to protect her, but my feelings had intensified to an overwhelming possessiveness that surprised me. Still, I knew it could never happen; she was my best friend's daughter, and that made her off-limits. I had to learn to live without her in that way, ignoring the ache in my chest at the thought. Yet, I couldn't help but recall how amazing she looked in that tight white t-shirt and those shorts, which only made my desire worse. A cold shower was definitely what I needed.

I grabbed a change of clothes from my duffel and was about to use the master bath. But even though I needed a cold shower, the thought of standing under icy water didn't sound good. So, I went to the bathroom she suggested instead. I sighed when I saw all of Emma's stuff on the counter. The whole bathroom smelled like her sweet floral scent, and it made me feel things. I tried to ignore it, but when I spotted her lacy bras and panties hanging up, I nearly lost control. I knew I would end up relieving myself in the shower; there was no other way to get through the week.

I quickly undressed and stepped under the hot water. Forget a cold shower, I needed warmth. I started to stroke myself with my hand, imagining Emma in there with me, her small hand around cock, her eyes full of desire. The thought of her on her hands and knees, begging me to take her, made my hand move faster. Just as I was about to release, a vivid image of Emma with a large pregnant belly popped into my head, and I came hard, watching the streams of cum swirl down the drain.

Where did that thought come from? I couldn't deny it excited me. The idea of filling her with my seed and creating life was both thrilling and heartbeating. She was so young and, most importantly, completely off-limits. I shook those thoughts away and stepped out of the shower. Ignoring the lacy lingerie and her lingering scent, I dressed quickly and rushed downstairs.

In the kitchen, I was met with the smell of something burning, and there was Emma bent over the oven in her tiny shorts. I could see her pale cheeks and her figure so well that it made my mouth water. She looked so tempting, and my desire flared back to life. So much for my plans in the shower.

When she stood up and turned to me, I saw that she had been crying. Her bottom lip trembled, and two trails of tears ran down her sweet face. She twisted a potholder in her hand, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to her. She instantly ran into my arms, her small body shaking as I rubbed her back in gentle circles. I couldn't help but feel myself getting aroused by how vulnerable she was in my embrace. I just hoped she wouldn't notice.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, tilting her face up to mine. Her large brown eyes were still watery, but the tears seemed to have stopped. She sniffled and said, "I burnt our supper." The words came out as a whimper, and I wiped a fresh tear away with my thumb.

"That's okay," I said, trying to reassure her. "I can just order us a pizza or something."

Her body still trembled slightly against mine, and I could feel her warmth through our shirts. She bit her bottom lip, making my desire surge even more. "I just wanted to show you that I could cook a meal for you," she whispered.

"Is that what this is about?" I smiled down at her, touched that she had tried so hard for me. She wanted to cook, while my mind was racing with thoughts of how quickly I could act on my desires. If she only knew how I felt, she would be shocked.

"Emma," I said, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, "I don't care that you burnt one meal. I'm just happy you tried at all. Maybe we can cook together tomorrow night. Would you like that?" She smiled, the kind that always melted my heart, and nodded.

"Great!" I replied, smiling back. "I'll order a pizza for tonight, though. I'm not sure if what you had in the oven can be saved." I winked, and she laughed softly. When she stepped back, I felt a pang of loss without her body against mine.

Though her tears were gone, her cheeks were still a bit red, and her eyes had a glossy look. I couldn't help but feel turned on by it. I imagined seeing that same look after giving her a good spanking.

With a cheerful bounce that made her chest move enticingly, she said, "Great! I'll go find us a movie to watch!" and dashed out of the kitchen.