CHAPTER 38 - Sex with Dad's Best Friend part 1

**EMMA**

Surely you have already fallen in love with a person who could not possibly harbor certain feelings, but we can't command our hearts or choose whom to love.

A forbidden love can bring us numerous problems, but we shouldn't care about these things when we are really in love with each other.

I could easily not care what other people think of me, but my situation is different since I fell in love with my father's best friend.

In other words, I fell in love with the man who watched me grow up close, with the man who held me in his arms when I was just an innocent baby, I didn't want any of this to happen, but my foolish heart surrendered to the charms of the man who took care of me from an early age.

In my early teens, I felt only a silly crush that should pass quickly, but it didn't, it became more intense when I turned eighteen and found myself wishing to do things I shouldn't have even imagined.

The renegade desire for me from the beginning was growing and I felt very guilty about it, but I felt hope light up inside me when he started complimenting me more than usual, I felt hope when his blue eyes looked at me in a different way than they did when he looked at me when I was a child.

I also began to do the same with him, I began to look at him differently still taking extreme care that my father didn't think there was something wrong with me.

I grew up seeing him surrounded by tall and beautiful women, and every night I would cry or be sad because he would never feel anything for me but affection because I was just a spoiled and inexperienced girl.

But one alcohol-fueled night the chance I had always been looking for appeared to me for the first time, and with confused thoughts, I clung to that experience and had one of the best nights of my life.

And that's how my desire and love for what I felt for the man I couldn't have was increasing more and more after that unforgettable experience.

I always dreamed of medical university, but the reality is different than the expectations I created in my head, but I was so happy when I was accepted into a renowned college that I completely forgot about the sacrifices that would come at the cost of my happiness.

The studies completely stole all my free time, but it was for a good cause since I was on the way to fulfilling one of my biggest dreams, but despite enjoying it and being satisfied sometimes the tiredness of a troubled life screamed louder.

We are only at the beginning of the second semester and I already had to give up many things I loved to do before, I gave up going out and partying with my friends to fully dedicate myself to my studies, but I could still find some free time to enjoy, but I don't want anything to get in my way since this journey will be long.

Even trying to keep the focus only on the college, my mind still found time to think about him, to think about the man considered forbidden to me, no one knows that, only my best friend who found out that I have a big crush on my father's friend when we were fifteen.

She said that everyone could see what was wrong with me since my glances in the direction of the man were different, and I thought it was ridiculous, but she was completely right.

In other words, I have only Olivia to talk about this subject, my beloved left us when I was ten years old claiming that the life of a happy wife and mother was not for her, my father loved and still loves her too much and this is one of the main reasons why he does not move on with his love life.

My thoughts are interrupted when a light knock on my bedroom door sounds before my father pokes his head into my room:

“Little Bee, dinner is ready, your brain is going to melt if you keep your eyes stuck in those books...", he says in a humorous voice tearing a smile from me.

“I'm not five anymore, so it's about time you called me by that childish nickname, Dad...", he shakes his head in the negative and leans against my bedroom door as he watches me get out of bed and put away my study material.

“No, it doesn't matter if you're nineteen, you'll always be my little girl who loved yellow and black prints, Emma."

Even though many years have passed, I can still vividly remember when I loved all kinds of things related to bees, it was strange, but I loved to wear the vibrant colors.

“I'll take a shower and meet you at the table, stubborn sir!", I joke and kiss his cheek.

“Okay, but don't take too long, remember that your uncle will be joining us for dinner."

I feel the beating of my poor heart quicken as I hear my dear father mention the man I secretly love.

“I don't know why you call him that, Ethan is not my uncle, Daddy!", I regret what I say for fear that my father will eventually notice my sudden change of mood, but to my utter relief, he just laughs.

“He's not my blood brother, but he's like my blood brother, and he held you in his arms and helped me raise you after your mother left us, so yes, he is considered your uncle, Emma."

I keep quiet so as not to say anything wrong or that might prolong this awkward subject for me.

I crack a small smile trying to be convincing as my father turns toward the door.

“Just don't take too long, little bee...", he jokes leaving my room before closing the door behind himself.

I collapse lying in bed thinking about how I will be able to endure one more dinner with Ethan without my mind thinking of forbidden and very dirty things with the man considered my uncle.

I close my eyes sighing longingly giving up on dwelling on what might happen, he and Dad are too close so I can't let this crazy passion overcome me, just stay focused Emma.

I get out of the comfortable bed and head for a quick hot shower, I know I promised myself several times that I would stop thinking about Uncle Ethan most of the time, but I want to look beautiful at this dinner and I want him to look at me, not in the same way he always did, but for him to see that I am no longer that little girl who loved his visits.

I love it when he comes to visit, but differently, and I hate the fact that he still sees me as his adorable little fake niece, nobody knows, but it hurts me so much.

Still in my robe, I rummage through my closet looking for the perfect outfit for dinner with the forbidden man of my secret dreams.

But I also have to be extremely careful since I can't overdo it, as I run the risk of my father finding something wrong.

I choose a flowered and light dress, it's a simple model, but the strapless neckline of the light green dress matches perfectly with my light eyes, the same ones inherited from my dear mother.

I wear low shoes on my feet and leave my face natural and without any makeup, unlike many girls my age I don't like to wear makeup in my day-to-day life, I feel more comfortable when I am completely natural.

For my happiness and self-esteem I have flawless skin that I inherited from my father, when we are together in public people get scared when they find out that I am his daughter because according to everybody my father looks too young.

And I completely agree, he has a considerable age, but his youthful and well-groomed appearance doesn't correspond to the years of life he has, Uncle Ethan is also not far behind when it comes to beauty and not looking his age.

He and my father have known each other forever, it is a beautiful friendship to have, they have a kind of loyalty that I would love to have someday.

I dry my hair quickly letting the long, wavy locks cascade down my shoulders and take a deep breath as I open the bedroom door and walk downstairs hearing excited voices downstairs.

My whole body shivers as I hear Uncle Ethan's unmistakable laughter along with my father's, I hold onto the banister as I force my legs down the steps carefully.

My heartbeat quickens as I descend the last step, I raise my head to meet the pair of blue eyes that meet mine.

Everything around me seems to freeze, I stop breathing still clutching the banister while continuing to stare unblinkingly at him.

My eyes wander over Ethan's tall body that wears casual clothes making him look even younger, I bite my lips discreetly noting the detail of the beard across his square and perfect chin like the rest of his body.

“My goodness, the last time I saw you was a month ago and you seem to have grown more, doll!", To my utter unhappiness his eyes quickly sweep over me in a quick and innocent inspection.

I hasten to open a contented smile when he quickly comes over to me, surprising me with one of his usual tight hugs and two kisses on the cheek, and as his strong arms encircle me I feel like drawing my nose closer to his neck and inhaling the delicious scent of his favorite perfume, but that would be overkill on my part.

“Uncle Ethan, I'm happy to see you again...", I smile and receive a squeeze on my cheek.

“I'm very happy too, little doll...", his eyes seem to sparkle as he still looks at me, but our exchange of glances is interrupted by a feminine voice laden with pure falseness speaking up:

“Amore Mio, is this the girl you so often mention?", I frown as I find a tall, thin blonde coming up to Ethan's side.

I still can't understand anything, but I control the fit of envy and jealousy when the blonde holds Ethan's hand and kisses him right there and in front of me.

I am in a state of pure shock when I dare to look at the whole lean body of the woman who looks like some famous model from some magazine cover.

It is remarkable the difference in bodies between me and her. I am very short while the woman is the perfect height to reach Uncle Ethan's mouth without having to raise her neck or stand on her tiptoes.

I feel my poor deluded heartbreak in a crack right down the middle seeing that the two of them seem to be very intimate which makes me even more confused since it's only been a month since Ethan hasn't visited because of a business trip he had to take.

His eyes finally reach me again and he seems to get in the way when he notices that I'm still staring at them both with a frown, one of the reasons I'm surprised is that Uncle Ethan has never been in a serious relationship, never brought or gone out in public with a woman before, but I see that this has also changed.

“Angela I want you to meet my lovely niece, Emma, Emma this is my...", he stops talking when he realizes that I have one of my eyebrows arched.

“We are together! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Emma, your uncle tells so much about you...", I open a yellow smile when his hands with huge nails painted in an intense red grab me and hug me in a very fake exchange of affection.

I keep quiet without knowing what to say in front of them, so I walk away with a broken heart standing next to my father who also shows a radiant smile happy with the happiness of his best friend and brother...fake.

“Come on, dinner is ready, I asked Rosa to prepare our favorite dish from our childhood, Ethan!"

We go to the dining room and settle down, and to my misfortune again I have the misfortune of sitting next to Ethan while his girlfriend is on the other side of him.

I try to pay attention to the lively conversation or the delicious meal that our beloved cook has prepared for us, but my focus is on Angela and Ethan's entwined hands on the table.

I take the opportunity to eat more than usual, not wanting to hear a word of the tedious subject the blonde made a point of mentioning, according to her, she has a real job as a model for a famous Italian clothing brand and as if that wasn't enough she also told how difficult it is to keep her own body thin.

“Have you known each other for a long time?", I pick up my glass of orange juice and take a long sip after hearing the question from my father who is sitting at the end of the table.

“I met Angela in a bar one night when I was working in Italy, I was alone for a drink, but my eyes were drawn to this beautiful woman...", I roll my eyes carefully.

“Oh, amore mio! But I was the one who took the initiative and went to introduce myself to him, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet such a beautiful man like that...", I smile debauchedly and widen my eyes when I see that everyone is staring at me.

“It was a nice way to meet each other, here's to the couple, congratulations, Uncle Ethan!", I raise my glass, panting and trying not to let the sadness in my speech show.