"Uncle Joe! How's the missus?"

Your father scrambles out of your way as you get up from the bench. Uncle Joe looks up from setting the table, taking notice of you waddling towards him.

"Oh, she's fine. I believe she's uh, over in the living room if you want to talk to her?"

"Oh nonono," you say, trying to ease tensions, "I want to talk to you!"

Your uncle squints at you, comparing conversational topics between his hands as he tries to think of how to respond. You quickly glance around the room to see if anyone's watching, finding no one seems to be paying attention you decide to make your move.

In clear view of everyone in your family, you place a hand on his waist and slowly push forward, wrinkling the fabric of his shirt until you're cupping his ass. Your uncle says nothing, only his mouth hangs open a little while he eyes you intensely.