Leon and His Stepmother
"Leon, why are you doing this? This isn't right. I'm your stepmother!"
Leon smiled crookedly, his hands beginning to move. "Stepmother? You're only seven years older than me, Sonya. You're not my mother." With slow movements, he teased her by touching her waist, his fingers creeping upwards, feeling the curves of her body through the kimono fabric.
Sonya tried to back away, but the wall was behind her. Leon moved closer, his lips nearing Sonya's neck, his hot breath making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.