My husband had a stepchild who was a recluse. He rarely went outside and spent most of his time shut away at home. However, surprisingly, he had a strong sex drive, and I secretly helped him relieve himself using my hands and mouth while keeping it hidden from my husband. On the night my husband died, the stepchild asked me to have sex with him. Although we were technically parent and child despite no blood relation, I tried to refuse—but in the end, I couldn't resist and gave in, telling myself it would be just once. As a result, we ended up having incestuous sex.