Not Just Yet

If she didn't think about the hand brushing against her backside, or the fact that the hand belonged to her Uncle, the warmth and comfort of being wrapped up in her Uncle's strong arms felt very nice.

Emma kept her face buried in Ed's shoulder, letting him hold her and caress her. When she didn't move, her Uncle grew bolder.

Emma felt his strong hands slide down and palm each of her butt cheeks. There was no mistaking what was happening now. The wrongness of it all was lost behind the comfort that Emma needed. Right now she just wanted to feel something other than grief.

The strong hands groped her bottom, getting braver and hungrier with each feel. A finger ran along the denim seam that went up the crack of her ass, pushing the fabric against her butthole.

Emma gasped as she felt the fingertip rubbing her through her tight jeans. It roamed through her ass crack and down to the warmth between her legs. Her Uncle made no attempt to pretend this was still an innocent back rub. The dirty pervert was clearly feeling up his niece.

And worse, she was letting him. Her Uncle wasn't bad looking for a guy twice her age. He was stocky, but not really fat. He could almost be attractive, if he wasn't her Uncle. Emma knew she should stop things here and now. Her mind was clearly telling her to wise up. Her body though wasn't quite so sure.