My hands moved to my side. Was it unintentional?! I mumbled, "I am sorry to hear it. I thought you two were an ideal couple."
His eyes inspected my exposed body, and he muttered, "Shelley, seeing you like this makes me forget we are related. My testosterone is killing me..."
I walked slowly in his direction. He seemed to try walking back, yet his legs were frozen. I stood inches from him, "Uncle Brian, I am here for Tommy, but for you too. I hate to see you suffer. What can I do to make you feel better?"
His voice sounded raspy, "Girl, are you serious? It's not the time to play with fire."
"I am not." Next, I grabbed his large palm, placed it on my covered tit, and murmured, "Let me help you."
I watched him struggle between his morals and the urge to touch my body. I stayed still, aff
