She turned her face into his neck and moaned as her orgasm washed over her. Mmmmmhhhmmm, she whined, her legs opening and closing of their own accord as her hips arched against his hand.

Uncle Al leaned his face against hers. "You're precious, Daphne. You better run on to bed now, Honey,'' he whispered.

*****

The next morning, Daphne could barely look her uncle in the face. After breakfast they headed to the beach. She took her novel, which she had almost finished, and tried to ignore the others. When Amber asked her if she wanted to go walk the beach, she declined. When Susan joined Amber, Daphne found herself,...