6 This must be stopped.

That Saturday felt like a never-ending fever dream, where every second of the large house was filled with unspoken erotic tension between Leon and Sonya.

Gito, Leon's father, spent his day off relaxing—reading the newspaper on the terrace in the morning, watching a football match in the living room at noon, and resting in his room in the afternoon.

But behind that routine, Leon and Sonya were like two magnets that couldn't stay apart, their passion growing fiercer, fuelled by the turmoil of the previous night's thoughts.

Every encounter, every glance, only added fuel to the fire that was already burning.

Mbok Siti was busy in the kitchen and garden, but the spacious house provided enough room for their secret—the risk of being caught by Gito perhaps made everything even more exciting.

The morning began simply, but was full of tension.

Sonya woke up early, wearing a thin pastel-coloured house dress that clung softly to her body, revealing her seductive waist and hips.

She went to the kitchen to make breakfast, the aroma of coffee and toast wafting through the air.

Leon, who had slept restlessly all night thinking about the previous night's touch, came down the stairs with sleepy eyes but full of desire.

Just as Sonya was about to pour herself a drink from the dispenser—the sound of cold water flowing into a glass—she turned around and suddenly found herself face to face with Leon.

They were so close that Leon's breath touched Sonya's neck, the fresh scent of his morning soap mingling with Sonya's vanilla perfume.

"Leon..." Sonya murmured, her voice half angry, half breathless.

The glass of water in her hand trembled, but she did not back away. The first touch happened "accidentally"—Leon's hand brushed against Sonya's waist as he reached for the dispenser, his fingers touching the thin fabric of her dress, feeling the warmth of the skin beneath.

An electric shock ran through her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "Stop this! Your father is on the terrace," she hissed, her green eyes widening with a mixture of anger and unacknowledged desire. But her body did not move away—instead, it leaned forward slightly, their chests almost touching.

Leon smiled crookedly, his eyes dark with lust. "You said stop, but you're not moving." Without waiting, he brought his face closer, his lips touching Sonya's in a soft but deep kiss.

His tongue slipped in slowly, dancing with Sonya's tongue, which began to respond, the sweet taste of morning coffee still lingering in his mouth.

His hand moved up, squeezing Sonya's waist with pressure that made her moan softly into the kiss.

Sonya was angry between breaths, "This is crazy... we could get caught!" but her hands wrapped around Leon's neck, pulling him closer.

The morning foreplay was brief but intense—Leon licked Sonya's neck, his gentle bites leaving faint red marks, while his hands crept under her dress, caressing Sonya's inner thighs with trembling fingers, approaching the sensitive area that made Sonya shudder.

The scent of their bodies mingled, the heat rising like steam from the coffee on the table. But the sound of Gito coughing from the terrace made them separate.

Sonya pushed Leon away, breathing heavily, her face bright red, while Leon backed away with a satisfied smile, his desire burning even more intensely.

***

In the afternoon, the passion reignited in the upstairs corridor, while Gito was engrossed in watching TV downstairs. Sonya went upstairs to get something from the guest room next to Leon's room, her footsteps slow on the creaking wooden floor.

Leon, who "happened" to be passing by from his room, blocked her in a dark corner of the corridor, the old house's brick walls like silent witnesses. "We meet again," whispered Leon, his hands immediately wrapping around Sonya's waist from behind, pulling her against the wall.

Sonya gasped, "Leon, no! Your father is downstairs!" she said softly, but her body did not resist—instead, it curved slightly as Leon's hands slipped under her dress, gently squeezing her buttocks, his fingers rubbing her smooth skin in slow circular motions.

This time, the opportunity presented itself, allowing them to act more passionately, more erotically.

Leon's lips captured Sonya's fiercely, his tongue licking her lower lip before slipping inside, exploring every corner of her mouth with hunger.

Sonya responded with a stifled moan, her hands tracing Leon's chest through his thin shirt, feeling the hard muscles tense under her touch.

Leon didn't stop—his hand moved up, squeezing his stepmother's breasts from outside her dress, his thumb rubbing her hardened nipples through the fabric, making Sonya bite her lip to stifle a moan. "You're so wet, Sonya," Leon murmured in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Sonya's spine.

He licked her earlobe gently, interspersed with small bites, while one hand crept forward, touching Sonya's intimate area through her underwear, rubbing gently but rhythmically, building waves of pleasure that made her legs weak.

Sonya writhed, her body rubbing against Leon's, their skin burning against each other like fire and petrol. "This... is too risky," she whispered, but her eyes were tightly closed, savouring every touch—Leon's tongue tracing her neck, leaving a cold, wet trail that contrasted with the heat of her body.

The scene went on for a long time, their passion reaching its peak until Sonya almost moaned loudly, but Gito's voice calling from below—"Sonya, more coffee!"—made them separate, breathing heavily.

Sonya adjusted her dress, muttering angrily, "You're crazy!" but their eyes locked, full of unspoken promises for the next act.

As evening approached, the passion reached its peak in the kitchen while Gito was napping in his room.

Sonya was washing the dishes, as if looking for something to do, even though it was usually Mbok Siti who did the dishes.

The sound of water flowing from the tap drowned out the sound of Leon's footsteps approaching from behind. He hugged her suddenly, his hands immediately squeezing her hips, pulling her towards his tense body.

"Leon, stop! This is too much today," Sonya said angrily, her voice trembling, but she didn't move away—instead, she leaned back, feeling Leon's hardness pressing against her bottom.

The third kiss was the most erotic, the longest—Leon turned Sonya's body to face him, his lips capturing hers with burning desire, their tongues battling in a wet and hot dance.

His hands unbuttoned Sonya's dress one by one, revealing her lace bra, then kissed her upper chest, his tongue tracing the curve of her breasts with slow movements, licking her nipples through the thin fabric until it was wet and transparent.

Sonya moaned softly, her hands slipped under Leon's shirt, rubbing his six-pack, her fingers tickling the sensitive skin there before moving lower, feeling his hardness through his trousers.

"You're driving me crazy," Leon sighed, his hands now slipping into Sonya's knickers, his fingers touching her clitoris with slow but intense strokes, building a rhythm that made Sonya tremble, her thighs rubbing together in search of more friction.

The kitchen smells—dish soap and spices—mingled with the scent of their sweat and desire, the sound of running water providing an erotic backdrop.

Leon licked Sonya's neck again, his bite harder, leaving a red mark, while Sonya responded by biting Leon's shoulder, her sighs becoming more frequent.

They almost lost control—Leon pushed Sonya onto the kitchen table, his hands ready to pull down her underwear, their positions ready for something deeper—but the sound of Gito waking up from his afternoon nap, his footsteps approaching from the corridor, made them separate in a panic.

Sonya hurriedly buttoned her dress, her face red and her breath ragged, while Leon retreated to the next room, his body still trembling with unfulfilled desire.

***

That Saturday night, the passion did not completely die out. When Gito went to bed early due to exhaustion, Leon and Sonya met again in the dark living room, sharing a brief but intense kiss—only lips and hands touching, but it was enough to make both of their emotions even more chaotic.

Every scene that day left an erotic mark: the bite marks on Sonya's neck that she covered with her hair, Leon's scent lingering on her dress, and their increasingly chaotic thoughts.

"This has to stop before it goes too far!" Sonya muttered to herself in her room, but her body was still hot from Leon's touch.

Meanwhile, in his room, Leon touched himself, imagining Sonya, his desire like a fire that could not be extinguished. That Saturday had changed everything—their passion was no longer a little secret, but a time bomb ready to explode at any moment.