The Seductress by HPFangirl71
Molly removed the flowered scarf from her head and dark curls came cascading down about her neck. Slowly she unbuttoned the tiny gold buttons lining the front of her blouse until the red of her bra peeked through. She deliberately licked her lips, eliciting a soft groan from the man on the bed watching her. She smiled knowingly as the blouse fell upon the floor and her fingers hooked suggestively into the sides of her skintight jeans. Young as she was, she was still perfectly aware of the power she wielded. Power wielded and used against her own Uncle George.