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....