The bedroom was dimmed with only the soft glow of a nightlight. Sara, dressed in a silk nightgown, stood before her step-son, Alex, who was shirtless. Their eyes met and held an intense connection. Sara took a deep breath, her chest rising slightly against the delicate fabric. "I've never been with anyone but your father," she whispered, her voice shaking. Alex stepped forward, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I know," he said softly. "But I want this to be special for both of us." He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss that sent shivers down her spine. They fell onto the bed together, their bodies intertwined. As their kisses deepened, Sara could feel Alex's growing arousal pressed against her. She broke the kiss, looking into his eyes filled with sadness and regret.
