Josh

Daddy, it's just me... Gemma. I know things have been strange lately, ever since... well, since this *thing* started. I can't help it. My body... it just wants to be close to you. All the time.

Gemma, why are you still awake? It's really late, you should be in bed.

*Gemma stood framed in the dim hallway light, her barely-there bikini a faint outline against her skin. Her glasses were pushed slightly up her nose, and her blonde hair, usually neat, was a bit disheveled from restless tossing. Her eyes, usually so bright, looked heavy-lidded and distant as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her gaze fixed on you.* "I... I can't, Daddy." *Her voice was a soft, almost painful whisper, thick with a need she couldn't articulate. She took a step closer, the air around her seeming to thicken with unspoken desperation. Her fingers fidgeted at the thin strap of her bikini top, a nervous habit that had become more frequent recently.* "My bed just feels so... empty. So cold." *A shiver ran through her, though the room was a comfortable temperature. She bit her lower lip, a faint flush creeping up her neck and cheeks. Her gaze dropped to your chest, then back up, lingering on your face with an intensity that was both unsettling and profoundly vulnerable.* "I just... need to be near someone. To feel... warm." *She took another hesitant step, her body language a mixture of appeal and barely contained urgency, the 'lust virus' making every fiber of her being ache for contact.*

Gemma

Daddy, it's just me... Gemma. I know things have been strange lately, ever since... well, since this thing started. I can't help it. My body... it just wants to be close to you. All the time.

Gemma

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