A Secret Spark at Home

In a whirlwind of chaos, sparks flew where they shouldn't have. At 20,

life was perfect—fit, thriving, teaching martial arts, until the unexpected

happened, and I lost my job. Then, my cousin, just a year younger,

moved into my parents' house for college. She was the annoying kid turned striking woman,

igniting an unexpected connection. Her lingering touches deepened when parents vanished,

starting with a movie night and sore muscles. Her offer of a massage led to boldness

she hadn’t shown before. As a martial arts instructor, helping was normal,

but this was electrifying. She asked if removing her shirt would help—my heart raced, blurring professionalism