Taboo Temptation

I chastise myself as I stand to greet them, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from my stepsister. When I extend my hand to my stepmother, she ignores it and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. Awkwardly, I return it. After she releases me, my dad steps up, blessedly welcoming me with a handshake.

“Good to see you again, son,” he says before letting me go.

“Good to see you, too,” I reply, the sentiment not really reaching my voice.

I turn to Alexis, unsure of if I should hug her or shake her hand or just say hello. She takes the guesswork out of it for me, opening her arms and stepping in close. Embracing her is electric, and despite the fact that I’ve been with numerous women over the years, I feel like she’s the person I’m supposed to marry. There’s no explanation, but it’s a gut feeling I’m unable to ignore.

When we part, she looks up at me with her bright blue eyes, and I can tell she feels it too. Her perfect, pink lips are parted in awe. A beat passes before I come to my senses,