I’m more than ready for my much-needed break but relaxing takes a backseat when I find a stranger taking a shower in my childhood home. My whole body reacts to her, something that has never happened before. It disorients, confuses, and unmoors me. Who is this woman? And why do I feel such a strong, instant magnetic draw to her? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked because the moment I find out she’s my stepsister, I mentally punch myself. The almost animalistic need rising to the surface, the intense desire to have her—those are things I need to bury. Except…when she looks at me and mirrors the want within me, my moral resolve crumbles to dust. I need her like I need air to breathe, and I will have her no matter what. Besides, she’s worth going to hell for.