Not Yet

Tired from the drain of the past few days, and needing the human contact, Emma continued to hold the hug. She felt a bit awkward every time her Uncle's hands rubbed over her denim covered bottom, but since the hands were also moving upwards she rationalized that her Uncle was just trying to be comforting and rub her back and hadn't noticed that his hands were roaming a bit low.

Edward leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Emma's cheek. "You'll like it here, Emma. The twins were so excited to hear you were coming. Hell, I was excited to hear that you were coming."

There was something off, almost creepy, about her Uncle's word choice. The large hand that slid down and firmly cupped her ass cheek didn't help.

Edward's other hand slid down and cupped her butt as well, both hands now feeling and squeezing her ass. "We'll take your mind off of things, help you feel better," Edward said, his voice seeming more husky.

Emma felt uncomfortable with the hug now, and more so by the hands groping her butt. Uncomfortable or not, her body was starting to respond to the touch. She was smart enough to know that she was **** to feel anything other than grief, but the wrongness of this situation probably wasn't the best option.