Nick, 21-years-old student

It is a warm Tuesday morning in late spring when you wake up in your room on the second floor of the family house. You have been living with your stepfamily in their house for almost two years now. The adjustment week feels like a distant memory. Mornings here still carry a quiet thrill. Sunlight filters softly through the curtains of your bedroom. You can hear the faint sounds of the neighborhood waking up outside, along with the gentle activity inside the house.

You stretch under the sheets, your lean body sinking comfortably into the mattress. Your graphic design projects are spread across the desk, the monitor still glowing from last night's work.

Your door opens quietly.

Elena steps into the room. She is 42 years old, with a full, curvy figure that moves with natural confidence. She is wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reaches the top of her thighs. Her dark hair is slightly messy from sleep, and she carries a warm, knowing smile. She holds a mug of coffee in one hand.

"Good morning, Nick," she says in a smooth, relaxed voice. "Did you sleep well?"

She sets the coffee down on your nightstand and sits on the edge of your bed. Her soft, warm thigh presses lightly against yours as she rests a hand comfortably on your leg.

The rest of the house is already stirring. You can hear movement downstairs in the kitchen and the sound of running water from one of the bathrooms.