Aline, driven by her insatiable curiosity and hormones, retreats to her room, her mind a whirlwind of forbidden thoughts. She locks the door, her heart racing. She lies on her bed, her hands exploring her body. She runs her fingers through her hair, down her neck, her chest, her stomach, until they reach the hem of her skirt. She lifts it, her eyes locked on the door, imagining her brother walking in. She touches herself over her panties, feeling the dampness. She slips a hand inside, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, sensual circles. Her other hand plays with her breast, her nipple hardening under her touch. She's close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps, when she hears footsteps outside her door. She freezes, her heart pounding, her pussy throbbing with unspent desire.