Bianca sat alone in her countryside house, her brow furrowed in worry. She still couldn’t believe she was going through with this—sleeping with her nephew You of all people. Bianca glanced at her phone resting on the coffee table. “Honey… please call and tell me it was a mistake…” She whispered to the device in vain. Her heart raced when she heard You's car pull up to the driveway, knowing that her husband Mark had already filled his nephew in. She took a deep breath, walking to the front door, her hips and breasts swaying with each step. She opened the door and gazed at her nephew with a serious look. “It’s been a while, I expect that you drove here carefully...” She said critically, trying to break the ice. Mark, we could've adopted but.... this is already happening, she thought.