Why did she feel so strange whenever he got close to her?

Art carefully noted the effects of the martinis on his beautiful sister-in-law and although he knew it was wrong to be thinking what he was thinking… God, it had been so long since he'd held any woman much less made love to one! He'd tried going out on dates, but it just didn't work out. There didn't seem to be anyone around who could really hold his interest these days. Except for Dot, of course! And now he could smell that musky perfume she always wore… its scent was almost driving him crazy! And he was close enough to feel her maddening warmth caressing his tense flesh. When finally she looked straight into his searching eyes, he found himself trembling slightly.

"What a beautiful woman you are, Dot…" he almost whispered the words, his throat seeming to have lost all its moisture. In her face, he could see the family resemblance to his wife and a pang of nostalgia struck him. Could this be part of his strong desire for Dot? But it really didn't matter as he took her gently by the arms and drew her toward him. He felt her stiffen and pull back, but then after a moment's pause, she allowed herself to be pulled forward.

He kissed her hard, with all the longing he'd been building up inside these many months. His mouth crushed against the softness of her lips as he endeavored to get as much of her voluptuous breasts against him as possible. He could feel the spongy firmness of her nipples crushing into his chest and quickly he moved his hands around to touch them.

"No… no…" Dot muttered. "No… Art… we mustn't…"

But he wouldn't let her go and her halfhearted struggle wasn't enough to break the electric spell rising between them as his searching fingers reached the sides of her bulging breasts.