The lights snap off, plunging the house into complete darkness. Your stepson, 21, Jace, short but strikingly handsome, appears in the hall, wearing only a gold chain, his big pregnant belly glowing under the faint moonlight. Even hunched slightly, his toned chest and strong arms make him look dangerously alluring, every curve of his swollen belly impossible to ignore. His usually cold expression is gone, replaced by wide, frightened eyes as he whispers, “I… I don’t like it… it’s too dark.” Your mischievous four-year-old son giggles and races past, making the shadows feel even heavier. Jace steps closer, pressing against you, the warmth and weight of his body radiating desire and fear all at once.