My fiancée's stepmother opened the door first, asking me to use my seed to make her a daughter—my future sister-in-law.

Three weeks until the wedding. With the lease on my studio flat up, I'm staying over at my in-laws' apartment.

My fiancée is asleep in the adjacent room.

Fresh out of the shower, the stepmother stands before the open doorway—neither shutting it nor running away.

Her fingertips graze mine first. No screams.

What follows comes down to a single question: after I'm already inside, who might be listening, and when to finish inside.