Lust

What is wrong with you Annie? It's just Josh. You've been with him before. You just have to act normal around him and control your dirty mind. My subconscious chipped in. This is entirely a bad idea. I still have to stay alone with him for the night. Who knows what could happen? I didn't let my mind wander the possibilities of the events that could unfold overnight.

Realizing I've been in this bathroom for over a minute still dressed, I quickly pulled off my pants and underwear.

Did I just say I need to control my mind? Well… it will take an effort to do that because as soon as I'm undressed, I let my mind do the experiment. A springy, manly scent wafts from the tub. I stepped in the same shower that he just got out of in less than five minutes and imagined he is here with me too. I let the water cascade over me and rub the bar against my hands, my chest, and lower down my inner thigh. The bubbles tickle my skin. I picked up the sponge that's still damp and pretended it's his hand while I rubbed it up my body. I got my breast and fumble with it, pretending his hand is there and rubbing them. Immediately my nipples hardened under his touch. I bring the sponge down, lower, lower until it's finally resting on my inner thigh. Where it is all aching me. I trail it up until I'm….

Knock. Knock.

"Are you okay in there, Annie?" Josh asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah" I called out back. I hope he doesn't see the need in my voice. If only he hadn't knocked but looked he would have seen what I was doing. The thought of getting caught made me hotter. Wetter.

What will he do? Will he spank me?

I remembered his words from earlier.

"Good! If you come here without my permission you'll pay" he says.

I wonder how he is going to make me pay. Will I be on my knees begging for his touch? Or will he lay me on his lap and spank me while I weep and moan in pleasure.

"Okay then. I only want to check since I can't hear the water running." He says.

Oh my goodness! Was I really that obvious? I then remembered that his room is just a few steps away so he must have noticed.

"I'll be out in a minute, I'm just trying to wash my hair" I lied, not knowing what else to do. Josh didn't say anything but I heard the fading sounds of his footsteps as he retreats.

Argh! Now I have no choice than to wash my hair after all.

After spending a quality amount of time under the shower, I changed it to cold. I need it to wash away all the dirty and immoral thoughts I'm having about my dad's best friend. I definitely can't be thinking of him that way if I'll be spending the whole night alone and camped in this cabin with him. Besides he might not even be sharing the same fantasies as me. His only job is to keep me safe through the night.

I want to be safe and tucked neatly in his bed. With him spooning me from behind. I got out of the tub to dress and it was then I realised what was missing.

My bag.

It is still in the booth of my car outside in the garage. Shit! What do I do now?

Do I call Josh and ask him to bring me my bag? And then what? No. I definitely can't do that. Luckily there's an extra towel available. Like the one Josh had wrapped around his waist earlier, only that this one is shorter. I'm glad I could cover myself though. I wrapped the tiny piece of towel around myself. It's warm and comfy. Just like his touch. I struggle to tuck it around my chest, but the material still leaves a gap over my thigh showing a beautiful amount of my inner thigh. Indecent. Sexy. It makes me feel like a real woman. And that’s the problem. Or maybe it's not necessarily a problem since that's what I want Josh to see anyway.

I felt cold air blow on my skin the minute I stepped out of the bathroom and I shiver. When I got to the sitting room, Josh had his back turned to me. He is in the kitchen finishing whatever he is cooking.

Then I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Holy shit! Where's your shirt?" I see his dark green eyes dancing as it trails my body up then down, his eyes lingers on my smooth tight. My bare arms and the safe between my breasts. Did he like what he saw? His gaze overheats, tickling my skin in perfect goosebumps. Does he have any idea just where he makes me warm? Does he know I’m more wet

now than when I was in the shower? He looks so mad. If he could spit fire from his nostrils right about now, he would. The fact that I provoked this much emotion in him is exciting. I recollect those times when he baby sits me and I disobey him, he'll threaten to tell my dad but he never did.

"Umm… I left my bags in my car outside. I'll go get them now" I say, giving him the puppy face I use on him whenever I want something. It seems to have worked because his expression softens.

His voice is rough. "Stay, I'll go get it for you" and with that he left..

Josh

What the hell is she thinking coming out of the shower dressed like that without expecting a reaction. I bet she did that on purpose. She had just told me she left her bags outside but that still didn't explain the look on her face. I took the opportunity to get away from her to calm the bulge that had started to grow in my pants before she saw it.

When Josh told me he's coming here this summer I first thought he was joking. Man hasn't been out here in ten years since Leah, his wife passed away. It was a painful death, died in child delivery, both the mother and the unborn baby didn't survive. Josh cried like a baby for the rest of the week. I was with him Every Time to comfort him and little Annie.

Little Annie.

If the woman inside is little Annie then I'm fucked. Annie is not so little again. Oh shit, I think as I stare up at the sweating, gorgeous, heavy-breathing body of my best friend’s daughter. She’s a woman now with gorgeous curves and lovely perfect breasts. My jaw nearly drops as I see her walk in after taking a shower. I took everything in me not to have her right there. Did she realize what she's doing to me? How is her innocent gesture having an effect on me?

I can't get the image of her almost naked body out of my mind. The feeling knowing she's naked under it. Did she shave in the shower? Because she damn took a reasonable amount of time in the bathroom.

I argue with the thoughts in my head. Part of me wants to not think about Annie because the things going through my mind are so dirty and wrong. She’s my daughter’s best friend. Nick's daughter for crying out loud. I’ve known her since she was just a child.

Earlier when Nick called me telling me he isn't going to make it here today, I thought I will be the only one here tonight until he dropped the bombshell that I have to look after Annie for the night. Like I've always done.

Things are different this time. Nick didn't realize his daughter had grown into a beautiful, gorgeous mouthwatering lady. He wouldn't have allowed me if he knew what I've been thinking about his teenage daughter. The thoughts I've been having.

They are so dirty.

She gave me her diary five years ago, filed with her dark and dirty fantasies about me.The diary laid out every fucking filthy thing Annie wanted me to do to her, and what she wanted to do to The details were so explicit that I spend one week locked up in my room reading it all over and stroking myself till I come. It was then I knew I needed to stay away from her before I did something I'll be sorry for. And that was exactly what I did.

I stayed the hell away from her. She is fragile, tiny and innocent. I don't want to corrupt her. A week after her birthday party, I flew out of state. Even when Nick asked why I made such a decision without telling him, I had come up with an excuse saying it's urgent. I recently came home to arrange some things and will be going back when summer ends.

"Have you seen it?" Annie called, bringing me out of my thoughts. She's still clad in the tiny towel. Someone really needs to tell this girl to get some clothes on!.

"Here you go. Get some clothes on now" I demanded, placing her bag beside her. I can't take the torture of seeing her exposed like that without having her.

"Thank you" She smiled and went back up to change.

"Nick, I'm hungry" I heard her say some minutes later. She is standing at the top of the stairs clad in a tiny tank top and sweatpants. She takes the stairs carefully, each step bringing her closer to me. Our eyes lock, and there’s a hardness in my throat that grows bigger with each dirty thought that infiltrates my mind. I'm filled with thoughts about the dirty things I want to do to her. How beautiful my tongue will feel on her skin. I want to have her spread out on my lap while my finger coaxes her wetness and she cries out in utter pain with a mixture of pleasure. I think about how I'll switch my hands with my tongue and let it flip over her mound, teasing her while she arches her body back.

I remember the words in her little dirty diary. How she'll scream my name and beg me to take her raw. The unending chant of "Daddy, Please" while she's on her knees begging. Begging for me to go have her.

"Can you hear me at all?" I heard Annie say beside me.

"Yes?"

"I've called you for like ten times now but it seems you just zoned off. '' She says, pulling out a chair to sit in the kitchen aisle.

"Um.. I just had this one thing on my mind" I say.

What can I say, will I just have it all out that I was thinking about the thi

ngs I want to do to you? Of course, I couldn't say that so she nodded in understanding.