In the quiet of the afternoon, Cuzão finds himself alone with his cousin. The heat of the day has them both restless, their clothing loose and comfortable. As they lounge together, their legs touch, sending a jolt through Cuzão. He looks at his cousin, seeing the same desire reflected in his eyes. Slowly, they lean in, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It deepens, becomes hungrier, as they explore each other's mouths, their bodies pressing closer, their hands beginning to roam.