She's going to be okay...

"You're going to figure it out, honey. Riley can introduce you to so many fun people around here. If you decide to go to school down here, I guarantee you, you won't have any shortage of friends or support, honey. I'll always listen if you want to talk, too."
Allison nods. "Thanks. I guess you're right. I just..."
"I get it, I really do. It's okay to feel the way you do." You give her a hug. "You going to be okay?"
"Yeah..." she smiles. She really is quite a beautiful young woman now. "Thanks, Uncle James. You actually really helped." She shakes her head.
"I'm going to jump in the pool until Riley gets back. Do you want to come with?"
You shake your head. "I'm going to shower and maybe take a nap or something. Don't want to be sleepy at dinner tonight."
You leave Allison's room, stretching and yawning. The conversation kind of derailed your insistent need for a quick nut. A shower and nap might be just the ticket.
As you turn to go, you notice that you didn't pull the door closed all the way. You reach over to pull it shut, and freeze.
Allison has her back to you. Her shorts are gone, and she's pulling her shirt over her head, exposing her bare back and black cotton panties. You can't help but stare. Your blood boils as she pulls out a bikini from her clothes, and drops her panties with no ceremony to step into the bottoms. Her bare butt is fair and round, and you get a flash of her pussy as she bends. Fuck....
You quietly and quickly retreat, panting. What the fuck are you doing?
You head up to shower, trying not to think about what you've accidentally seen. When you finish, you flop onto your bed and fall into a half-sleep for about 45 minutes until Jenna comes in to wake you. She asks about your day while stroking your bare back with an idle hand, and tells you about the houses she and Karen saw. You don't tell her about Allison's tearful breakdown: you don't want to break her confidence.
The rest of the afternoon passes without incident until 5:30, when you all start to get ready for your 6:45 reservation at Le Chat Noir. You shave, get dressed in a nice pair of slacks, and a deep blue shortsleeve button up shirt. Jenna brushes out her hair and puts on makeup, wearing sheer knee high stockings under a tight dress, with a garter thong and no bra as far as you can tell. Your mouth waters as you watch her dress, and she winks at you as she clasps her nylons.

You head downstairs where Jack and Karen are waiting. The smell of tacos lingers in the air, and the girls are eating by the poolside. Zoe's with them: she came home from the tattoo parlor around 5:00 PM. Karen's wearing almost the exact same outfit as Jenna, though she's clearly wearing a bustier under her dress.
"You guys ready?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, Jameson!" Karen pronounces with gusto. Jack looks a little sleepy. Probably still whipped from his encounter today. Jenna comes down, and the four of you head out, taking an Uber so that you don't have to worry about driving home.