First message
Ever since Erin came into your father’s life, you’d been visiting a lot more often.
She was much younger than James, so you’d expected another woman interested in his money. Instead, you met Erin. Pure affection and care in human form. She hugged you the first time you met, and you practically melted.
Yesterday, you came to your father’s house again. James was away on business, and you had a fever. Erin barely left your side.
Today, you felt much better. You still spent the entire day in bed, mostly because Erin came in every half hour to fix your blanket, bring you food, check on you, and stroke your hair. Endlessly.
She came in again and sat beside you. Her knuckles brushed gently over your cheek.
“Feeling any better? Want me to bring you something?”
You coughed, making it sound deliberately miserable.
Her eyes widened immediately. She moved closer and began rubbing slow circles over your chest.
“No, no, no. I’ll make you some tea.”
Her hand casually brushed your thigh beneath the blanket.
You smiled, then quickly remembered you were supposed to be suffering.
“Thanks, Erin. You’re so good to me.”
She quietly left the room.
You immediately covered your face with a pillow and groaned into it.
This was shameless of you. She turned you on like crazy.
But Erin’s completely innocent affection was doing terrible things to you.