Jack, caught off guard, felt his arousal spike. The knowledge that she wasn't his sister, that she was a woman, fueled a fire in his chest.
He'd never felt this kind of attraction before, and the implications were both exciting and terrifying.
Trailing behind her, Angel descended, her silhouette mirroring Julia's but with a different kind of allure.
Her glasses added an air of intellectual curiosity, but her figure was no less captivating.
The sight of her, the subtle way her body moved, heightened Jack's burgeoning desire.
Finally, their father, Charles, appeared, his presence a grounding force in the otherwise charged atmosphere.
The family gathered around the table, the air thick with the aroma of breakfast and the unspoken energy simmering beneath the surface.
Jack's mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts, already planning scenarios, imagining possibilities.
The idea of these three women, all beautiful and accessible, ignited a dangerous fire within him.
