What starts as a weekend of grieving turns into something way more taboo. Step-brother and step-sister are all alone in their parents’ house after their deaths, going through their stuff—until they stumble on a secret stash of sex toys. That’s when things get real uncomfortable… and real hot. One dirty memory leads to another, and soon he’s confessing how bad he’s wanted her—and how his wife just doesn’t do it for him. She agrees to “just touch”… but her stepbrother has other plans. Moaning. Begging. Wet and desperate. She tries to say no. She tries to keep it “just a memory.” But once he’s inside her, all that guilt melts into raw, forbidden pleasure. Raw. Wrong. And so fucking hot.