Fell in love with my stepsister. She was always calm and kind, a distant, unattainable presence to me. The thought of having a sexual relationship with her became the ultimate source of eroticism. Imagining the taboo act of intercourse with my stepsister was the height of drama. But masturbation was no longer enough, and I kept waiting for the chance to be alone with her. One day, I finally made my move. Emboldened by alcohol, I tried to seduce her—though she hadn't been like this when first married. She admitted they'd been in a sexless marriage. Teasing her with playful physical contact, I gradually drew her in. Then, an unexpected turn of events unfolded.