"God damn honey, I didn't even recognize you." He rubbed his curly hair. "That is you, isn't it Brenda?"

"I dress up sometimes when I'm all alone," she said blushing. "It makes the bookkeeping go a little faster somehow."

"Son of a bitch," Wade went on, shaking his head slowly as he walked beside her towards the back of the shop. Brenda liked Wade. He was nothing like his brother, her father. But father put up with him because Wade was such a good hustler of new antiques. He could procure things for the store that made other buyers green with envy. And he liked traveling around all over the country. But Brenda felt uneasy now. Wade's eyes were on the exposed tops of her breasts. She hadn't realized how low the lacey neckline plunged. The gown just barely covered her areolas and nipples. There was a whole lot of white titflesh swelled up there on her chest. And the only thing she knew to do to hide it was reach for her baggy shin. Wade caught her wrist as she tried to pull the shirt around her shoulders.

"No need to cover yourself up just because I dropped in," he said. "I've been driving for three days. Seeing a good-looking female does my heart good."

Brenda blushed furiously. "Oh Uncle Wade. I'm embarrassed letting you catch me like this. Daddy doesn't know I put on those old dresses."

"And I'll bet he'd have a hernia if he found out." Wade was still holding her wrist. Brenda kind of liked being held like that. But the funny look in her uncle's eyes made her tremble. "You smell good too. And to think that all these years you've been covering all this beauty up." He made a gesture as if to praise her long, plush body.

Wade let her wrist go but took her shoulders instead. She let him draw her towards him a little.

The record was in the groove at the end. Wade's eyes twinkled.

"You've been dancing a little too, haven't you?"

She lowered her eyes. She was shaking like a leaf. The warm touch of Wade's hands were driving her bananas. How could just a touch do all that? But it was happening. The slick juice still flowed between her cuntlips. And her breath was short and panting.