On His Lap

Emma hesitated, fearing that she was reading the situation wrong, then decided that she could make up some excuse if that was the case.

She settled her butt on to her Uncle's thigh then swung one leg after the other over the thick limb. Now her pert bottom rested at the top of her Uncle's thigh and both of her legs were between his parted legs.

Edward set his drink down and let his free hand rest on Emma's leg, right above the knee.

"I suppose you were looking for work stories?" Edward asked, letting his hand roam up Emma's thigh.

Emma nodded.

Her Uncle went into a tale about the prison. He told Emma how most of the inmates were actually the mentally ill and not criminals. The state had shut down an asylum years back and the overflow of psych patients had somehow ended up at the prison.

With guards watching the insane instead of doctors, it was only a matter of time before abuses started happening. And because of some of the things he had seen, he tried to keep stories about it from his family. Since he didn't like the place, once he was able to retire, he did.

Edward kept enjoying his drink the whole time he was telling his tale. His hand kept roaming over Emma's thigh the whole time too.

Emma was fighting a mixture of revulsion from the tale and the attention, but there was something else too. The way her Uncle kept feeling up her leg without even trying to hide it was also having an affect on her.