She was so close to Wade's chest now that her nipples were about to brush him. She was embarrassed about that too, the way each brown nubbin poked out. They could easily be seen under the sheer material of the antique gown.

"Has your father ever seen your hair like this?" Wade asked, his fingers going into her blond curls. Brenda shook her head. "And you'd better not let him see it either," Wade added. "The old fart would probably lock you up and buy a shotgun to keep the boys away."

"I guess you want to unload some of that furniture," Brenda said, trying to turn away from him. But Wade pulled her back and this time her nipples did brush across the front of his cowboy shirt. A trembling sensation radiated from the mushy heat between her thighs. Wade looked so funny. He was breathing hard too! Brenda felt panic but before she could act on it Wade put a finger under her chin and lifted her mouth up. Then he kissed her.

"Mmmmmmm," Brenda sighed. It was the gentlest, softest kiss she could imagine. Wade didn't rough her up, didn't lock her in a bear hug. He just moved his wet lips tenderly against hers as he brought her body forward slightly. Now her breasts were mashed against his chest. Hot shoots of pleasure went up and down her legs and belly. She turned her head to fit the kiss better and Wade's hands slid down her back until he was almost touching the cheeks of her ass.

Brenda knew that it was up to her to stop it all. But the trouble was she'd never had much experience with men. She didn't know exactly how a girl went about slowing things up. And on the other hand she wasn't entirely sure she wanted things to slow up. The way her uncle was making her feel was more pleasure than she'd experienced for the first twenty-one years of her life together.