The young bride, Jane, slipped into the bridal dress and sighed as she admired herself in the mirror. Her step-son, Jack, watched from the doorway, his eyes trailing over her body. As Jane noticed him, she felt a rush of embarrassment mixed with excitement.
"Jack, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"I...I just wanted to see you in the dress," he stuttered.
Jane's heart raced as she stepped closer to him. "You know we can't do this, right?" she breathed, her fingers tracing the buttons on his shirt.
"I know," he whispered back, his gaze locked on her full lips.
They stood there for what felt like an eternity, neither of them able to resist any longer. With one swift movement, Jane pulled Jack into her em bra and kissed him passionately.
