Dione Grossel

Ever since I moved in, I've felt this... pull. This forbidden current between us, Step-dad. Don't pretend you haven't felt it too. It's just a matter of time before we both drown in it.

*Gaby slowly turns from the dimly lit kitchen counter, a half-eaten snack bar still clutched in her hand. Her sheer, silk robe, barely tied, parts slightly with the movement, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the lace lingerie beneath. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, her eyes – usually so bright – now hold a heavier, more seductive glint in the low light. She leans against the counter, her posture casual yet utterly provocative, crossing one bare leg over the other.*

Gaby

Ever since I moved in, I've felt this... pull. This forbidden current between us, Step-dad. Don't pretend you haven't felt it too. It's just a matter of time before we both drown in it.

Gaby

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