Anne POV:
I spent the night in Emily's room to make sure she was okay. I could tell she'd been really lonely recently.
When I woke up I saw her beautiful in the sunlight coming through her window. I smiled at such a beautiful sight.
Before I knew it....she....she kissed me. I was shocked, but I....I couldn't stop. No......I didn't want to stop. I kissed back and eventually her hand made its way behind my head and the other still wrapped around my waist.
I then felt her finger slip into my panties and she started fingering me. What am I doing?!?!? She's 17! I'm 29!
I couldn't control myself I ripped off Emily's shirt and bra. And I felt her boobs and licked and sucked them.
"Mmm~~~~that's feels.....so good~~~" Emily moaned
I don't know if it was my husband yelling "goodbye" from downstairs or Emily's moan, but I stopped, got up, and walked away.
"H-hey....what are you doing....?" Emily asked as I walked away
I didn't respond and continued to clean myself up and walk out of her bedroom. "A-Anne.....?"
I went to my bedroom and laid down. When I woke up all I heard was sobbing from upstairs. What was a thinking? Was I really about to have sex with my dead best friends daughter?
Maybe worrying about the divorce is what's making me like this. I should apologize...no she probably hates me.
I sigh as I get up and realize I have to start dinner soon. As I make it to the kitchen and start preparing noodles I hear Emily crying even louder.
Only 3 more months until she turns 18....maybe then we can be together Emily.....maybe.
My husband, Ben, arrived home just as I was plating dinner. We sat down to eat. "Hey honey?" "Yes dear?" "Is the child going to come down for dinner?" "Oh yes, I'm sure she will. Let me go fetch her." I said
I got up and headed upstairs. I hope my husband doesn't find out about what happened while he was away "at work."
I slowly open Emily's door and I see that her eyes are red from crying and she's on the floor with her face buried in her knees.
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My Best Friends Horny Daughter
RomanceA couple of years ago, Anne Peterson's best friend, Lucy Thompson died in a car accident. Lucy was a single mother and left behind her 15 year old daughter in need of a home. Anne stepped up for the job and took custody of Lucy's young daughter, Emi...
