Becoming The Huntress

It was near the end of summer, late August, that Emma chose the target of her desires – the man she had decided would finally see her the way she wanted to be seen. That at least was the beginning of her plans for them. She’d thought carefully over her possible suitors, but only one had lived up to her standards – it had to be Jack. It was simply that no one else understood her as deeply as he. He saw the woman ready to be set free. He, of course, didn’t know this. Jack had been oblivious to her advances since her eighteenth birthday two months ago. She had dropped a hint here and there and made frequent sexual innuendo jokes with him, but he never took the hint. Sure, sometimes he played along with her, even seemed to come close to getting the hints she dropped at him. However, it was that last leap that he never made, and she was now determined for him to jump, even if she had to shove him.

Emma waited until the last warm days of August to set her plan into motion. She patiently waited in the living room of their home for Jack to return from work. He often worked long hours in the summer, but always made time for her and Penny, her stepsister. Often Penny filled her evenings, but today, she made the day about him. She was going to offer herself up to him, fulfil the secret desires she was certain he harboured. She was certain he had to be awfully lonely, since her mother was barely at home any more. Hell, Emma wasn’t even sure she’d seen her mother, Trisha, for more than a few hours this entire week. Emma thought of how, on the rare occasions her mother was home, Trisha only spent the time chastising Penny and herself. Trisha didn’t spare her acidic words for them alone and turned them on Jack as well. When she gifted them with her absence, it was a nice place to live.

No matter how large Jack’s house was, she always felt like she had company in it. It wasn’t spectacular compared to their wealthier neighbours, but it was certainly roomy and had passed through his family for many generations. The living room only had two doors: one to the dining room, which was attached to the kitchen and the two-car garage. The other was the entrance foyer which kept the cold out during the winter chills – a classic design. In the backyard to the east of the kitchen was a large pool that Emma and her sister delighted in using during the hot summer months – when they weren’t in the nearby cabana.

“He needs me,” Emma quietly said to herself as she fluffed the cushions on the couch. “And I’ll make sure he knows it during operation V-Day.” She sat down and waited.

At last, Emma heard a car pull into the garage. Finally, it had to be Jack. She quickly turned off the television she had running in the background for its white noise, and lounged on the sofa facing the dining room door. She placed her hands behind her head, to appear as though she’d been relaxing all afternoon, when Jack entered the living room.

“Hey there, Daddy. I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” Emma greeted him, welcoming her prey in with a smile.

“Oh, why is that?” Jack asked as he made his way to the recliner chair next to the sofa and stood next to it.

Emma sat up to look directly at him, her small B-cups straining against the thin green fabric of her bikini top. “Well, I wanted to show you my new bikini! What do you think? Don’t you think I look cute?” Emma waved her hand as though she were a game show model presenting a new prize.

Jack scanned Emma from head to toe, unsure how he should respond. He was always uncertain how he should answer these kinds of questions with his stepdaughter. In fact, he never thought he’d ever have to answer such questions. “Well, the emerald colour really makes your eyes sparkle,” he answered with a nod.

Her face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Really? You like it? Maybe I should wear this more often then…”

A bit taken aback, Jack thought about what he should say. Was she flirting? Jack wondered. Emma had become more playful since her birthday party, but this somehow seemed different. He paused for a full moment. “A young woman like you wearing a bikini is great on the beach. It’s just a bit strange to wear around the house,” he said, laughing her statement off. He believed it sounded like the “dad” sort of thing he should say.

Emma giggled, twirling a stray strand of red hair around her finger. “Oh Daddy, don’t be silly. It’s so hot today, I just wanted to be comfortable. Besides, you’re always telling me how important it is to feel confident in what I wear,” she said. She knew he was playing the role he had in the past, but today she was going to make him see the woman she’d become.

“There are more clothes you can wear that keep you cool without looking like you’re going to the beach.” Jack took a step back. He could see she was speaking to him as a determined woman would.

She pouted playfully in a way that Jack hadn’t seen on a woman in ages. Emma adjusted her body on the couch, and leaned forward to give a direct viewing line of her cleavage. “But Daddy, I thought you liked seeing me in cute things. Don’t you want me to feel pretty?” she said in a high-pitched ‘don’t you want to protect me’ little-girl voice – casting her lure further. Emma had witnessed its power in the way men behaved in public when a woman called out to them with it. She had spent weeks perfecting it, just for him.

Jack found himself consumed with wanting. He knew he shouldn’t continue, couldn’t yield to these yearnings. He’d tried with Trisha and she offered no hope. Here was someone who cared for him – someone he cared for. He wondered: dare I risk it all? The potential public humiliation, the dissolution of everything. The time spent alone had taken its toll, and he took a quick peek at Emma’s chest. Her breasts were covered only by two small triangles; it didn’t leave much to be imagined. His eyes feasted upon them. He saw they were a glorious sight to behold – especially given how she displayed them to him. Her little mountain ranges hung there, just begging Jack to grab hold, explore, and reach their summit. After what seemed like an eternity but was just the briefest of time, he recovered control. He looked away from temptation, but still back to her alluring face. “You’re a very beautiful woman. There’s no denying that. But what if your mother should walk in with you wearing that around me?”

A sly smile spread across her face as she continued to use the same voice. “Oh, Mummy is never around, you know that. In fact…” Emma slowly crawled on the couch towards Jack, “I was thinking maybe we could have some fun together? Just the two of us?” There was no longer any chance that he could ignore Emma; she had seen to that.

Long neglected by Trisha, he held his breath and closed his eyes. He searched within himself for the words, but was conflicted between what he felt and what he thought was right. Even as he contemplated them, the image of Emma calling to him was frozen in his mind. He slowly pushed it out. Though his longing ate away at him, he was still able to hold back desire. “No,” he said, then calmly shifted. “I mean – yes. A good time would be nice.”

“Jack, it’s just a little fun between us,” she cooed.

“Maybe we can play a quick game of... Twilight Imperium.” Jack offered, his hands sweating and fidgeting in his pocket.

Emma saw the longing in his eyes, and knew her snare had caught her prey. Now it was time to slowly wear him down, so that all fight left in him would be gone. She stood up from the couch, swayed her hips in an exaggerated manner as she approached Jack.

“Twilight Imperium? Daddy, I was thinking of something a little more…,” she said again with that voice, “intimate.” She stopped just short of being within reach of Jack, and returning to her usual speaking pattern, said, “Like, maybe, we could take a dip in the pool together? I’ll even let you help me put on some sunscreen.” She delighted in showing off her thin frame, in general, but displaying her goods to Jack gave a new thrill she’d not experienced before. Though she wasn’t tall, just standing at 160 centimetres, she knew how to make use of every part of herself to wrap him into her plan.

Jack asked himself: had I imagined her intentions and read them all wrong? He shook his head. “I do love a good swim… sunscreen is important… need to keep you safe from melanoma.” Jack managed to stammer out, as he resisted every male fibre in his being urging him to do the very thing nature demanded of him.

Emma took Jack’s hand, and led him through the dining room, while saying, “Oh Daddy, you’re so thoughtful. I’m lucky to have such a caring dad. Let’s go get wet!”

“Sure, let me go get my trunks on first,” Jack attempted to deflect her advances.

“Don’t be silly, Daddy, just wear your boxers; they’re exactly like swimming trunks,” Emma directed, as she was not going to let her target out of her sight. She could feel how close she was to getting what she wanted most in life, Jack. “I already put out sunscreen before you got home. I made sure there was enough for both of us! We wouldn’t want any naughty parts getting burned, now would we?”

“Indeed, that would be awful,” Jack agreed as they passed through the kitchen into the backyard. He was certain now it was not an old man’s fantasy.

Emma headed to the chairs by the pool, revealing the tiny thong bikini bottoms she’d been wearing. Jack realised he had just been standing on the backyard porch watching his stepdaughter walk to the pool, enthralled by her ass. She waved Jack over, patting the spot next to her. “C’mon, Daddy, the water will feel amazing once we’re in, but don’t forget about that sunscreen!” she called out, and pointed to the table next to the grill where it rested.

Jack grabbed it and headed towards Emma. “I see it’s the good one: SPF 300 000+ with all organic, gluten-free, sodium-free, anti-free-radicals.”

Emma laughed as she rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh my goodness, Daddy! That sounds like it might actually block out the sun itself. Here, let me help you apply it first,” she said as Jack approached.

“Certainly; the Gods have made it hot today.” Jack stood before Emma, frozen between running and giving in.

“Don’t you think you should get ready for swimming first, before I put sunblock on you?” Emma teased as she squirted a generous amount of sunscreen onto her hands and rubbed them together. Jack was under Emma’s siren song, and stripped down to his cotton boxers. She reached out to gently rub the cream into his chest and shoulders. “Mm, you feel so warm and strong, Daddy... I bet you could carry me anywhere you wanted,” Emma whispered. She had become a wizard with that voice and cast her spell ever more upon him.

“Probably. You would, what, weigh barely sixty kilogrammes wet?!” Jack teased her.

She smiled coyly, continuing to massage the lotion into his skin. “Daddy, I’m forty-four kilogrammes!” Emma protested, “or... is that an invitation?” she said, letting the words linger. “Maybe later we could test out how much you can lift? For now, though, turn around so I can reach your back.”

Jack laughed as he turned around. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

She giggled softly at the devilish idea that had just crept into her mind as she finished applying the lotion. She took her index finger and ran it down Jack’s spine, but stopped short of his boxers’ waistband. “Oh, Daddy, I think you underestimate yourself. But okay, I promise not to push you too hard. Now, you do me!”

Jack turned to face Emma, and took the bottle from her hands. Emma spun her back to him, and he squirted the sunblock in one go onto her. Carefully, he rubbed in the protection layer. He slowly worked his way down to the top of her thong, but stopped short of the band. Here was the bridge he was not yet prepared to cross. “There.”

“What about the rest of me?”

“Ah, I think you can reach those places.”

“Boo, no fair,” Emma complained. She gave him a pouty look. “I thought you were going to protect everything on me,” she countered, giving a twirl of her body.

“I think you’ll manage,” Jack answered.

Emma saw he still had some fight left in him. Undeterred, Emma applied the rest of her sunscreen. She paid lingering attention to her bosom and stomach. The two features she knew men loved on her. “It’s nearly thirty degrees, and I could use a good dip,” she said while walking to the pool. She dove into the air with her long red hair flowing in the breeze and plunged into the refreshing oasis. Emma popped up from beneath the water; her alabaster skin glistened under the bright sunlight. “Come on in, Daddy, I won’t bite you.”

Like the sailors of old hearing the captivating song, Jack walked to the edge of the pool. “One, two... three!” Jack said. He leapt into the air, tucked his feet underneath him, and performed a perfect cannonball.

Emma squealed in delight as the splash engulfed her. “Oh my gosh, Daddy! You’re so playful today! I love it!” Emma laughed as she shook the water from her fiery hair.

“You bring out the energy in me.”

Emma swam closer to Jack. “Does that mean you’ll play with me for the rest of the day then?” Emma asked as she locked her green eyes on his. She gave him a mischievous smile. “Because I’ve got lots of ideas for games we could try out here in the pool… or elsewhere.”

“I haven’t played Marco Polo in ages,” Jack chuckled as he laboured one last attempt to deflect her overtures.

Emma’s face lit up with excitement. She was not about to be derailed. “Ooh, Marco Polo? I love that game! You can be ‘Marco’ since you’re bigger.” Emma giggled while swimming backwards away from him. She kept eye contact with him, so he would know in no uncertain terms her true intentions. “But maybe we could add some extra rules?” she suggested. It was her first direct attack against Jack’s defences. “Like whoever gets tagged has to give the other a kiss?” She grinned. She watched as he struggled not to give in to her, and it made her want him even more.

Despite all that had happened since he got home, Emma’s forwardness took Jack by surprise. He hadn’t thought of her as being a woman who knew what she desired, but only as a happy woman going about life. He wondered: Did I miss her changing so much in just these past two months or was she always this way and I simply never noticed? Jack thought for a moment searching for a way to change the evening’s trajectory. “How about: loser has to do what the other asks?” he countered. He’d never lost a game of Marco Polo before, and he knew he wasn’t about to now.

Emma’s eyes lit up with anticipation as a devious smirk spread across her lips. “Oh, Daddy, you have no idea how happy that makes me. All right, ready to lose?”

The game began as Jack counted down. He heard Emma giggling as she moved about the pool. “Marco,” he called out.

“Polo,” Emma echoed back.

He knew she’d moved towards the shallow end with the walk-in stairs. Jack slowly moved to her location, eyes closed. His hands felt the empty air as they tried to seek her out. Close to the stairs, he halted his advance. “Marco.”

“Polo,” Emma whispered as droplets fell into the water.

Jack knew he had her now; her voice was off and the sounds too sharp for her to still be within the pool. “Fish out of water!”

Emma gasped as she knew she’d been caught. “Ah! No fair, Daddy! I wasn’t even fully out of the water yet!”

“Getting out is the same as being out of the water.”

Emma pouted dramatically, crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her snow-capped breasts together and up towards her chin. “Fine, I guess I lost.” Emma lowered herself back into the water and walked to him. “But remember, you said anything goes! So… what do you want me to do, Daddy?” Emma reminded him.

“Tonight I’d like you to prepare dinner,” he said, grasping for something that might cool things down and allow level heads to prevail.

Emma frowned in clear disappointment, but then her smile returned. She saw her trap had worn him down, but only that he had not acquiesced to his urges. “Dinner? Really? That’s all you want?” Emma said in her sultry voice. “I was thinking something more... adventurous. But okay. What would you like to eat, Daddy? Something spicy perhaps?” A deep well of excitement filled her heart as a new strategy formed in her mind.

“The spicier the meal, the better. You know how I like it.”

Emma grinned mischievously; her eyes twinkled with anticipation. “Oh, I know exactly how you like it. Spicy enough to make you sweat?” she replied in that voice Jack loved so much. Emma winked playfully as she headed towards the house. “All right then, Daddy. Get ready for the hottest meal of your life!”

“I’m famished – work was so busy I didn’t have breakfast or lunch today.”

Emma paused mid-step, and turned back to look at Jack. “Oh no, Jack! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You must be starving,” Emma admonished. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to feed you well tonight.” A pang of guilt hit her as she knew she’d been so focused on her desires that she had forgotten to make sure Jack was fuelled enough for her operation V-Day.

“No worries, just part of the deal with work,” Jack replied with his usual smile. “Keeps us in our nice home here.”

Emma smiled back, her heart swelling with affection. “You’re amazing. I’ll make it up to you tonight, promise,” she told him while walking up the pool stairs. “Now, why don’t you relax while I get started on dinner? I think I know just the recipe to satisfy your hunger.”

Jack made his way to the cabana and lounged on a chair facing the kitchen. Emma watched him settle in before moving on. She admired the way the sunlight played across his broad blacksmith chest. “Take it easy, Daddy. I won’t be long. Just wait until you taste what I’m making!” Emma blew a kiss before she disappeared into the kitchen. She swayed her hips enticingly as she walked away. Jack was in danger. He knew it. She knew it. But he couldn’t bring himself to run away.