"Oh, God!" she thought. "… Oh, God… what am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Dot might be able to conjure up. It needed Art's hardness… his very manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own brother-in-law! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something that felt that good. She felt a trickle of rising perspiration run down the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy flesh that Art was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!

What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before… that this time… if indeed it was going to happen, would be the first time… like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as Art's hand moved upward on her knee, pushing the folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her, there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh.