In the dim light of their childhood home, the siblings, bound by faith and blood, succumb to their taboo desires. The girl, her modest dress doing little to hide her curves, watches her brother as he reads the scriptures, his voice steady and sure. But as he looks up, their eyes meet, and the air between them shifts. He closes the book, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to her. She leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers trace her jawline, her neck, her collarbone. Their breaths come in short gasps, their hearts pounding in sync as they cross the line they've been taught to avoid.