Chapter 7: His Reaction

I saw my lace panties on the floor and I blushed. I had taken them off last night before coming in here to masturbate. Picking them up back, I'm about to slide them back in place when I have a second thought. I could leave it. It's not like he hasn't seen anyone yet without their panties.

But what would he think when he sees me in just a shirt with no panties on. What if he doesn't want the same thing as me and thinks of me as just a little slut?

I slid the panties anyway then went ahead to pull off the nightie I slept in last night, substituting them for a tank top that just stopped on the tips of my breast. If you come or look closer, you'll see my pink tities. That's exactly what I'm doing. I want him to see all of me. Feel all of me. Want all of me. I want to push him till he can't resist any longer. I want him to crave me the same way I do.

Whatever it is I saw yesterday, I'm certain it's a go ahead. He was so aroused that I could feel the big bulge growing in his panties from where I was sitting. I don't know how he could resist that well because he really did a good job. I am certain he wants this as much as I do and there's only one way to find out.

Before I started having a second thought about my choice of clothing, I quickly got out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

Josh was in the kitchen working on his laptop when I came inside. His back is turned at me so he can't see or might not have heard me come in too. I choose that time to ogle his back. The muscles that run along it and the wideness of his arms. How big and muscular they are and will feel wrapping around my tiny waist.

I stared as he brought up his cup of coffee to his lips and took a sip, his Adam's apple moving along the way. A few drops spilled at the corner of his mouth,and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. I would love to feel how his lips would feel on me. What it'll be like to have him in between my legs, devouring me.

Realising I've been standing at the same spot, ogling my freaking dad's best friend, I decide to make my cup of coffee, before I get caught.

Josh.

I've never felt so lazy to get out of bed as I did this morning in all of my Forty years. Apart from being stressed from the events of the day, I'm afraid of what I'll walk into.

Annie.

It took all of me not to walk up the stairs and have her raw. Five years ago I would have kissed her goodnight and made sure she sleeps before leaving her room. Now things have changed. I couldn't even look into her face without me having the thoughts of things I want to do to her.

I can't see her without picturing she's spread out on the kitchen counter, naked and crawling under my touch while my long and thick cock fucks her tiny pussy.

It is a bad thing to want your best Friend teenage daughter. I don't do girls in their twenties. I consider them immature even though they're of age. They can't possible satisfy a demanding man like me let alone satisfy my sexual urges. But Annie is my exception to that rule. I want her even though she's forbidden. That's exactly what makes it ridiculously awkward.

I couldn't count the number of times I masturbated last night. I kept going till I lost count and it felt so good. I've never cum so heavily like that before and knowing that Annie could cause that is a threat. I need to stay away from her before things get out of hand.

Even thinking about her now has me hard already. I looked down at my little man down there and sighed. I'm fucked up this summer. Ignoring the urge to walk into the shower and take another round, I picked up my laptop and left the room. I made myself a cup of coffee then settled down at the kitchen island to work. I've got a pile of files that are due for me to review. That is one of the advantages of having your own job, you can take a break anytime you want. I love my job but no man could manage it better than I do, so even while on break I still have to do my job.

I was so engrossed in work that I didn't know how much that had passed. Hours maybe? Or minutes?

I looked back when I heard the movement of someone in the living room, only to see Annie on her toes as she struggled to reach the upper cabinets on the wall, just about the dishwasher. I felt like I'd been hit by a moving truck as I stared at her with my mouth wide open.

She has her back turned at me, dressed in a silly tank top that does nothing to cover her breast. Both her pint tities are out in display for me. As she struggles to reach out, the more the cloth draws away from her nipples, revealing them to me. They're hardened.

I blinked a few times, trying to get the image out of my face but I couldn't, the harder I tried the more difficult it became to tear my face away.  My eyes are glued to the shape of her butt. The freshness of her buttocks cheeks, I wonder how it'll feel under my touch. I'll love to have her over my legs and spank  those butt until it becomes red.

"Get a grip of yourself, Josh, she's just Annie. Little Annie" I reminded myself. Glancing back, she caught me checking her out and a smile curled to the corner of her cheeks.

Damn! She's such a slut.

She's reading me. I clenched my teeth processing what I'll say to her so that my eyes stay glued to her ass.

"You're awake Josh, I didn't see you sitting there" She flashes a smile and I nearly cum in my pants.

"Oh.. I was here all the time" I muttered feeling slightly uneasy.

"Could you help me pick the coffee bag up there?" she motions to the cabinet she's been trying to reach all day. "My hands couldn't get there" she whined.

I laughed at her innocence before standing, part of me hoping she wouldn't see the bulge in my pants.

"Sure," I said.