The stepmother rested in bed, the silence of the night broken only by her breathing. The stepson, twenty-two years old, entered quietly and lay beside her. At first, they just shared the warmth of the moment, but soon his hands began to explore, tentative, over her skin. She, surprised, didn’t stop him; her body responded with a sigh. The touches turned into bold caresses, and desire enveloped them. Without words, they surrendered to passion, their bodies entwined in a forbidden frenzy. The night cloaked their secret, as intimacy sealed a silent pact between them.
