Stretched across the couch, Missy's nerves tingled with a nervous excitement. Kneeling beside the couch, Uncle Jay's one hand rested on her thigh, his other held her shirt up just under the swell of her breasts. And his eyes held a desire that she had never seen there before. But there was an uncertainty in them too, a hesitation against doing anything about the desire. Fearing the hesitation would win, she tried to think how she could let him know that she wanted him to do something. Wanted him to.... But this was new territory for the eighteen-year-old, so it took her a moment to think of what to do. And when she did, she had to summon the courage.
Her heart starting to race, she grabbed the hand holding her shirt and drew it up to one of her breasts.
"You sure?" He whispered, the uncertainty wavering as his hand let go of her shirt to cup the plump little mound through it.
"Mmm-hmm." The feel of his hand resting atop her titty awoke an ache within her chest, its pulse nearly matching that of her racing heart. To assure him more, her legs sliding slightly apart, she grabbed his other hand and guided it up to where her shorts covered her special place.
"You are not a good girl." Referencing their conversation from the previous day, his lips curled into a smile as the uncertainty in his eyes vanished. Then, giving her breast a gentle squeeze and a pair of fingers gently probing at her shorts, he leaned down.
As his lips pressed firmly against hers, Missy closed her eyes and kissed him back. When they had exchanged quick pecks during recent years, she had experienced what she now recognized as tingles of naughty excitement. But they had been nothing compared to the waves coursing through her with this kiss. And these waves were also stronger than any she had felt during her other recent experiences. What she could now admit had been a long-term crush on her uncle enhanced them... made them more substantial.
When he guided her lips open a moment later, his tongue delving past them, she eagerly raised hers in greeting. Their tongues swirling and swiping at one another, his fingers probed and squeezed her through her clothing. Steamy tropical breezes wafting through her body made the embers within her loins smolder. The ache pulsing within her breasts caused her nipples to start stiffening. A moment later he pushed her shirt up to expose her breasts to the cool air and, as it swirled over her flesh, her pink nipples stiffened more. Then his palm flattened one of the buds as he cupped her plump mound directly and his fingers squeezed its pliant flesh.
"Mmm." She mewled, zinging electricity strengthening the pulsing ache.
His tongue dueling with hers over the following minutes, his hand switched to her other breasts, then back again. Squeezing the mounds with a practiced patience, he simultaneously answered and fueled the ache while his rubbing palm made her swollen pink nipples crackle with electricity. Between her legs, his probing fingers pressed at her special place through her shorts, his hand's heat simmering against her leg's flesh below their hem.
Thoughts about who she was kissing and being touched by strengthened the tropical breezes, fanned her embers into glowing briquettes, and caused her juices to flow. Wanting to touch him too, she gripped his shoulder with one set of fingers and his bicep with the other.
His hand adjusting its hold to cup one of her breasts, his thumb swiped back and forth across its nipple several times, making the bud's nerve-endings light up with different jolts of electricity. Then, taking it between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked it a few times, each gentle tug slightly stronger or weaker than the last. Heightened electrical sensations jolting through the bud, her own fingers gripped onto him tighter. And when his hand moved to give her other nipple the same attentions, her grip tightened even more.
After returning to cupping and fondling her breasts for a couple more minutes, he broke their kiss. Dropping down, he brought his mouth to hover centimeters above one of her nipples. For a couple of racing heartbeats, he lingered there... his warm breath swirling over the pink flesh, making it tingle with anticipation. Then the tip of his tongue delicately traced around its edge a few times before swiping across the swollen bud.
"Ooh." New, powerful electricity screamed through it to make her arch her back.
His mouth maintaining its distance, his tongue's tip caressed the bud and traced its edge for a few minutes before shifting to her other nipple to give it similar attentions.
"Mmm." Missy mewled needily. Wanting him to put his mouth on the nipple... to suckle on her titty, her back arched and her hand slipped up from his bicep to twine into his hair.
Answering her need, his lips dropped around the nipple and he began suckling while his tongue continued its caressing.
"Ooh yes." The bud's nerve-endings lighting up, Missy's head lulled back on the pillow and her eyes closed.
After suckling on that nipple for a few moments, his mouth moved to suckle and lick the other for a few, then back again. While his mouth loved each of her nipples with a constant attentiveness, his probing fingers steadily grew heavier as they pressed at her through the shorts.
Mewling and sighing, Missy felt herself being enraptured by his attentions. The tropical breezes gusting through her stronger and stronger, they fanned her embers, made them glow brighter and her juices flow freer. Her tiny ass starting to roll upon the couch, her legs slid further apart; one pushing against its back, the other coming to the cushion's outside edge. Her mind continuing to reel with who was doing these things to her, she had to silence words that wanted escape, unsure of how her uncle would react to them. Where these words came from, she didn't know, only that they were on the tip of her tongue.
Eventually his hand slid away from her breast. Sliding down across her tummy, its fingertips drew delicate lines across her flesh, making her abs quiver. His other hand leaving its place too, it slid up across her pelvis. As both sets of fingers hooked the waistband of her shorts, Missy brought her legs together and set her feet to lift herself a few inches off the couch. Tugging the shorts off her hips and down her legs, Uncle Jay pulled his mouth away from her nipple to move down along the couch. Removing the shorts, he tossed them aside and took a seat at the far end.
Her head resting on the pillow, her pink hair splayed around it, Missy's nerves tingled as she looked at her uncle and thought about what they were doing. The act of removing her shorts had caused her shirt to slip down, the bottom swells of her breasts peeking out from under it as they gently rose and fell with the shallow breaths slipping past her slim lips. Encased in the thigh-high socks, her legs had fallen open again and there was the beginnings of a wet spot where the pink material of her panties dove down to cover her special place.
Pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it aside with her shorts, Uncle Jay folded his body between her spread limbs. As he pushed her one foot up the couch's outside edge, bending her leg, she reflexively started bending her other leg. But he surprised her by stopping her. Then, with his hand cupping the edge of her bent leg's asscheek, his lips softly brushed her other thigh's inner flesh just above the sock. Kissing her flesh again and again, he slowly moved up her thigh toward her panties. Reaching the material's edge, his lips followed this up across her pelvis to where the side strap disappeared around her hip. Then he kissed his way along the top edge to the other side and worked his way back down across her pelvis.
Each gentle touch of his lips along the tour made her body quiver with anticipation... her nerves tingle excitedly... made her want him to touch her special place. But when his lips returned to the area, he instead lifted them back up to the top of her panties. Kissing the material, his lips' gentle pressure pulsating through it, he proceeded to take a long, leisurely path back down. As he moved from side-to-side, kissing her again and again through the panties, his one arm came up to rest atop her unbent thigh and his hand reached up to draw delicate lines atop her abs with his fingertips.
Behind closed eyes, Missy felt she could actually see the building anticipation pulsing through her with every shallow breath that slipped past her lips. Her muscles quivering, one set of fingers scratched at the couch cushion, the other tensed in his hair. Her embers sizzling and snapping within her loins, her juices flowed, adding to her panties' growing wet spot.
His kisses reaching this, his lips finally pressed at her through the weakened material.
"Ooh." The heated sigh escaped her as the gentle contact sent electricity sparking through the covered nerve-endings.
Spending a few moments kissing up and down the wet spot, his thumb eventually hooked the panties' edge. As it pulled them aside, it lightly brushed across her labia and Missy's hips twitched as the sparking electricity intensified. Then his lips were brushing directly against her special place, traveling up and down her folds, gentle yet insistent.
This was completely new to Missy. The joined feelings of love and naughtiness being enhanced by who was doing it. Her embers crackling and popping, tiny flames appeared among them and danced to the pulsing anticipation radiating throughout her body.
Then the tip of his tongue pressed between her labia to caress her slit with that same gentle insistence.
"Ooh." She gasped, her hips twitching as her flames flared into a swirling fire.
Seeming to roll in tiny circles, the tip of his tongue slowly moved up through her slit with a steady pressure. Simultaneously caressing and licking her wetness, it neared the top where her clit peeked out from under its hood. Her body quivering with instinctive anticipation, she held her breath. Then, just before touching the button, his tongue reversed course and traveled back down through her slit at that same patient pace. Reaching her entrance, it briefly lingered there.
"Ooh God." Missy exhaled.
Dropping the tiny bit down to the very bottom of her special place then returning upward, it again paused at her opening. As it then neared her clit for a second time, she again held her breath. But this time it actually pulled completely away from her just before touching the button. His thumb releasing the panties, his hands moved to hook their side straps.
Saddened by a belief that he was done licking her, Missy eagerly straightened her one leg and lifted her tiny ass off the cushion. Thinking he would be climbing atop her when he had her panties off, she spread her legs again and bent both knees now; one foot on the cushion's edge and the other where the cushion and couch back met. Between them, drops of her juices sparkled among the tuft of blond hairs and her special place glistened, her pink labia flowering partially open. Gazing at him, her abs quivered with the anticipation of having him enter her.
