Catalina Ossa, clad in tight shorts and a revealing top, bends over to scrub the floor, her step-dad's eyes locked on her round ass. He joins her, his presence making her blush. "Let me help," he says, his voice low. Their hands meet, soapy and slick, as they clean side by side. Catalina's breath hitches when his fingers brush hers, a spark igniting between them. Their eyes meet, and the tension snaps. He takes her hand, leading her to the bedroom, leaving the chores unfinished.