Swim Away

Despite the fun of harmlessly flirting, even though it was her uncle, Emma decided that she should stop before things got weird.

"Good point, Uncle Ed, that's so sweet of you to look after me like that." She said with a smile, unable to resist one last flirtation.

Emma brushed up against her uncle as she half walked, half swam, passed the large man. She flashed him another smile, which made him chuckle, and made her way to shore.

Emma took her time wading out of the water, making sure her uncle got a good look at the swimsuit bottoms that had ridden up in her butt crack. Then she bent slowly to pick up her towel, staying in that position while she dried her legs. If her uncle was still watching, then he was getting an eyeful of her luscious ass.

Standing and drying the rest of herself, Emma thought, What the hell is wrong with me? I'm flirting and sticking my ass out at my own uncle. Time to go inside Emma, you pervert.

Feeling a bit confused by how she could be aroused and embarrassed at the same time, Emma decided to head back to the house.