LLP-205 Aunt Dorothy Book I by Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1


"Mmmmm..." Dot murmured looking at Art across her martini glass. "This
is delicious ... I'm glad you talked me into having it!"

"Man, I can see the exact outline of her nipples..." Art thought as he
gazed across the living room at his voluptuous thirty-year-old
sister-in-law. His mind went back to the night he had kissed her... not
once, but for almost an hour in the garden of her house. That had been a
few months ago and ever since Dot had been very careful when she was
around him. Something about the way she looked tonight though, made the
old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were
together to discuss the boy, still he couldn't take his eyes off the
amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts ... the way they jutted
from her blouse ... the thin silky covering only accentuating their
natural curves. Her legs too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting,
the way she had them curled under her on the couch like that.

He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he
had done that night several months ago. She had seemed to like it then,
he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her
tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding
completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his
fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her
breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet
confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against a tree and there
had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis
forming a hard rocklike sheath against her belly.

"You say Joe is doing well in school..." Dot said clearing her throat.
The silence had been long and she felt uncomfortable beneath Art's frank
stare. She wondered if he too was remembering that night out in the
garden. She had thought of nothing else since she walked in the door
tonight. For one thing, the argument with her husband, Nick had made her
unusually susceptible to Art's tenderness ... to his good-looking
smiling face ... to the fondness she had always felt for him, even when
her sister was still alive. But Betty wasn't alive now and that was part
of why she was here ... to see about Joe ... her own son who had been
raised all his life as Art and Betty's child.

"Yes, Joe's doing perfectly well in school, Dot," Art answered, sipping
his drink. "Both he and Lee are on the honor roll as a matter of fact.
For kids their age, that's quite something!"

Joe was fourteen and Lee, their young daughter, thirteen--and Art
recalled how much trouble he himself had been to his parents at that
age.

"Yes, they're both good kids, Dot ... I wouldn't worry about Joe if I
were you. You know he adores you ... and I think our original decision
about him was correct." He wanted to finish this conversation as quickly
as possible. Somehow, he couldn't really concentrate on the kids with
Dot sitting across from him looking like an angel in the yellow
lamplight. Her blonde hair softly caressing her peach colored cheeks,
the limpidness of her blue eyes fringed with long silken lashes ... the
tempting expanse of calf that showed beneath her pleated skirt ... all
these things made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the topic at
hand.


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