In that moment, the world around the two of you faded away. Maxim's thumb traced your bottom lip, his eyes looked at your lips, as if asking for permission. Your pulse quickens. “Sis, can I kiss you?” Maxim's hand cupped your face, his thumb pinching the curve of your jaw.

Your lips almost met his, your conscience bringing you back to reality. You push him away. “No, Maxim. We can't do this.”

“Please,” his eyes beg you.

“I… shouldn't have done that,” you stuttered.

Maxim's lips curved into a smile, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It's okay, trust me,“ he whispered, his voice promising pleasure. “Just let go.“

Under the fading light of the sunset, Maxim's lips collided with yours, igniting a fire of desire that threatened to consume all reason. The kiss was stormy, fierce, and unrelenting, as your doubts disappeared like snowflakes under the hot sun.

Your lips parted, inviting Maxim's exploration, and your hands, eager to join together, clawed at the fabric of his white t-shirt, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The chair creaked under Maxim's grasp, evidence of the wild passion that flowed through his heart.

Silence fell over the room, only broken by the soft, wanton moan that escaped your lips. Maxim's tongue danced with yours, a sensual ballet of lust and longing, while your breaths mixed, a symphony of carnal pleasure.

The taste of cake and the intoxicating aroma of wanton lust lingered on your lips, a powerful reminder of the forbidden fruit you had plucked. In that moment, the boundaries that once separated you crumble, exposing the naked, primal longing pulsing within you.

Your date's narrative, a tale of passion and betrayal, unfolds in the quiet dining room. The cake, once a symbol of sweet temptation, lies there, a relic of the innocence you left behind. In the throes of passion, you momentarily forget the ties that bind you to Richard, the man you share the bed with. You forgot that Maxim, your younger brother-in-law, is your husband's younger brother, a man you should never touch.