In The Hall

Needing to wash her hands, and hide the fact that she was snooping through James' room, Emma darted into the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of what she thought was her uncle coming up the stairs. Whoever it was wouldn't have been able to see where she had been coming from.

Confident that she had gotten away clean, despite her fingers, Emma waited a moment before flushing the toilet. No one would believe she had entered and finished that fast. Emma silently cursed James as she waited.

With a minute or so gone, Emma flushed and quickly turned on the sink. She put her hands under the faucet and gave them a good scrub. She wasn't bothered by cum. In fact, in the right settings it turned her on. She wasn't even that repulsed that it had been James'. But in a dirty sock, that was too many wrongs in a row.

With her hands cleaned, and turned off from anymore snooping due to her earlier find, Emma decided to go back downstairs and find a better way to while away the day.