Retreat.

"Allison... We can't!" You take her gently by the shoulders, pushing her to arms length.
"But..." she looks down. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"Honey... you're way more than pretty." You try not to ogle too much, though everything is right there in front of you to see. "But we still can't. Please go back into the shower, and we can pretend this never happened."
"But.."
"Allison!" you snap. "I don't want to have to get your parents involved. Please respect my wishes."
"O....k....." she pouts, going back into the shower. "I don't see the big deal. You're not really related to me or anything."
"It wouldn't be right to take advantage of you, honey. You're young and I'm married."
"I'm not a little girl, Uncle James." You can hear her annoyance.
"No... you're not." You breath heavy as you rub your cock through your boxers. She certainly wasn't.
"Besides...I'm not the only young girl in this house who wants to fuck you, James."
{if RileyDaddyFan = 1
}Shit, you think. So she knows about Riley's little obsession. {if RileySexLvl >1
} But she doesn't seem to know that you've acted on it.{endif
}{else
}"What do you mean?"
"Riley has a dildo with "Daddy" written on it, and when she...well, you know, she says your name."
You feel sick to your stomach a little. This is new information. {endif
}"Well, I'll have to have a talk with her about that."
You leave the bathroom, breathing hard. With so many women under your roof right now, these situations are bound to happen. You can hold off on a shower for a minute. You head to your office, checking your portfolio. the market's closed, but it never hurts to get an idea of your plan for the coming week. When you hear Allison leave the shower and head downstairs, you jump in for your own.
The interaction has given you a strange erection, and as you get clean, you think about working it out.