Nat steered her to the smoky, crowded dance floor. The jukebox gave off a rainbow of hazy colon and the music pounded through the swaying couples. The drink had made Jane feel funny. Not bad, just strange. And she'd only had about half of it. She felt light-headed and warm inside. When Nat put his arm around her and drew her body close, another shiver of excitement jolted through her. He a holding her so close! Her big breasts touched him and as he swung her in a circle, his hip rubbed her belly and her crotch brushed his thigh. For a moment she was absolutely breathless. Nat looked at her.
"You've grown up into a really nice-looking woman, Janey."
"Thank you," she breathed, lowering her eyelids shyly. No one had ever said anything like that to her in her whole life. Nat's fingers spread against the small of her back and her belly was drawn against him. He whirled again and they glided across the floor. Her cheek brushed his chin. She felt like she was floating. But one of Nat's fingers were slipping lower… lower on her back. Until at last there was no doubt in her mind that her uncle was actually trying to touch her ass. She shivered in his embrace, unsure as to what to do. As they danced, she became aware of something else too. A hardness against her body. A hardness inside Nat's tight jeans. She began to have trouble getting her breath. She leaned her head against his shoulder, then decided that wasn't the thing to do either. She was so confused!
"Nat, I'm getting tired. I don't dance much back home."
"Good, this'll get you in shape." He danced on, plowing his way between the couples who bounced and swayed before her vision. Janey closed her eyes. It was easier that way. She felt her uncle's fingers again, slipping lower. Now he was firmly cupping one trembling asscheek. It felt wrong… but it felt good too. Jane was ashamed for permitting herself to enjoy it.
"Let me rest for a little bit, Uncle Nat," she breathed. As the music stopped, Nat's lips brushed her forehead. Janey was still dazed from this when he took her back to the table.
"Your sister is quite a dancer," Nat told Terry. Roger got up then.
"Come on, Terry, remember how I used to teach you steps at home?" Terry got up and followed Roger onto the dance floor. Janey watched them go. A couple of cowboys took a long look at her sister's rear end. She couldn't have gotten her jeans any tighter if she'd painted them on. Janey took a swallow from her drink and then another. She felt immediately better. Nat did close.
"Boy you smell good when you sweat a little," he laughed, giving her shoulder a hug. It could have been just an affectionate kind of hug. But it wasn't. Janey felt like she was in over her head. She didn't quite know how to act. Nat was her favorite uncle but he was being a little too chummy. Or was it because she felt so jumpy. She picked up her drink again and was surprised to see it was empty.
"I'll get you another one…"
"Nat… I don't want…" But he was already motioning for the barmaid. She brought Nat a shot and a beer and pushed another glass over to Janey. Janey looked at the sweet-sour mixture. Maybe she was a little thirsty after all. She took a swallow and licked her lips. The room swirled gently. It felt comfortable and warm in the booth. And Nat's hand… so warm on her thigh. On her thigh!
"Uncle Nat… I… I… ohhhhh!" Nat's mouth worked against her earlobe. His fingers were gently massaging the lips of her cunt. Her jeans had snuck up tightly between her labia and she could feel her uncle's touch almost as if she hadn't been wearing a single thing. She tried to squirm her hips away and grasped his wrist. But now Nat had turned her face so his lips brushed hers wetly. She whimpered weakly. She couldn't make him stop touching her. He was kissing… and that drink she'd had…
With a gasp, Janey opened her mouth to her uncle's urging. They kissed in the darkened booth as his fingers stroked and caressed the denim covered lips of her pussy. She felt the material becoming soaked with her juices. She wasn't trying to get away now. She was moving her hips ever so slightly, working them against the gouging touch of her uncle's movements.
"Nooo! Stop…" She thrust herself away, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
"I been wanting to do that, Janey," Nat said. His eyes smoldered. So blue, so deeply blue. Jane found herself hypnotized by that look. Her nipples burned inside the cups of her bra. When she looked out at the dance floor, Roger and Terry were circling. They were dancing awfully close. Too close for kin to be dancing. No, that was silly. They were just dancing after all, they weren't they?
"Janey…" Nat pushed a hand up under her cowboy shirt. How had it come loose? Janey wondered. She grabbed for her drink, almost spilled it. Nat helped her get it to her mouth.
"That's it baby, just sip it. You're getting a little loaded."
"Feel funny…"
"Sure you do," her uncle soothed. His hand rubbed her bare belly. It felt wonderful to be rubbed like that. She closed her eyes. "You beautiful woman, beautiful…"
"Uhhhhhnnnn… ohhhhhh, God, what's happening to me?"
Again Nat's mouth touched her earlobe. Her ears were so darned sensitive… did Nat know that? She whimpered weakly and let him suck. His hand was pulling at her bra, pulling a cup loose. As her heavy breast bounced free under the thin satin of her shin, she flopped her head against her uncle's shoulder. He found the brown nipple easily and began to roll it between thumb and finger. Janey squirmed her ass against the seat of the booth. Then his tongue parted her lips and she moaned as his mouth smothered her.
"Nat… Uncle Nat… we can't… what are you doing… ohhhhhh, help me somebody!"
But nobody was going to help. Nat was unbuttoning her shirt in front. He was kissing between her tits, easing his lips over to a nipple. As the tumid brown nubbin was sucked between his teeth, Jane's lashes fluttered and she felt a river of sex juice pour into the crotch of her panties.
It was Nat who stopped and buttoned her shirt back again. He left her breast hanging from its cup, though, and every movement made Jane tremble. She watched dazedly as he motioned the barmaid over and whispered something in her ear. Then he gave the girl the keys to the truck.
"Come on," he whispered, pi lung her up and snugging an arm around her waist. She giggled from the booze.
"What's happening, where we going anyway?"
"I'm leaving Roger the keys. We can find a better place to be alone."
"Why we wanna be alone?" Jane slurred. She hadn't realized she'd gotten so snockered. She tripped as Nat helped her out of the bar and down the walk. Cowboys swaggered by. One gave her a lewd grin but Nat shouldered past and kept her feet going in the right direction. A blue neon sign winked ahead. THE WARTON HOTEL. WEEKLY RATES. Nat guided them towards the front door.
Through her blurry senses something finally made its way into Jane's mind. She stopped, twisted away from her uncle.
"We… we can't go in here like this," she gasped, staggering backwards. Nat caught her and hooked an arm around her waist. Then he drew her curvy body against him and kissed her mouth. She tried to ignore the thrills that made her shiver. But the kiss was so soft and wet and… sexy. She went limp in her uncle's embrace. A cowboy walking by let out a teasing whoop. Nat pulled her with him into the small lobby of the old hotel.
"Third floor, fourth door down the hall," drawled the clerk, sliding a key across the counter. He turned once again to the television. Janey leaned unsteadily against the wall. She'd watched and heard the transaction at the desk and it had shamed her to think about Nat was writing her down as his wife in that dug-eared ledger. But she was having trouble standing now. Nat moved her to the rickety elevator and they were on their way up.
"You see the rodeo?" asked the old man with his hand on the control.
"No, we just got to town," Nat told him. The operator didn't say another word until they reached their floor.