[In chapters 1 and 2, a brother-in-law pursues his depressed, widowed sister-in-law. Read chapter 2 here: https://www.literotica.com/s/making-moves-on-his-sister-in-law.]
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She walked towards him and put her elbows on his open window. She put her chin on her arms and looked up at him.
He saw in her look that she was as hungry as he was.
Her hair was the same style that she wore to Christmas four years ago, back when his brother and her husband were still alive.
And his sister-in-law was wearing something he had never seen her in except for a thousand times in his other fantasies: a black miniskirt and a spaghetti strap shirt showing too much cleavage.
He could see down her shirt as she leaned on to his driver-side door. His mouth was open but he was still in control of himself. He knew he was in control of her, so he worried about nothing. He just enjoyed the view.
No man would have to try to see her cleavage. Now Drew had an even better view, though. And Arya was pushing her tits together just right, to make them look bigger and so that he could see even more.
Arya was looking down her shirt to see how well she was doing at showing her brother-in-law her breasts. With her face still down, she only moved her eyes up. She had a look of unmistakable interest common among wolves.
After she checked her intensity, the mood lightened as they flirted with smiles. They still hadn't said a word. But her flirtatious looks gave way to swaying hips.
"It won't be much longer before she's in my truck and on my lap," he knew.
When she got in, he didn't ask and she didn't tell him where she wanted to go. "Having grown up here, Drew will pick a fun and private place," Arya thought.
