In the dim light of the closet, Amy and her brother stand, their bodies mere inches apart. The air is thick with the scent of their arousal, the sound of their ragged breaths filling the tiny space. Amy's eyes are drawn to the growing bulge in her brother's pants, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, and without a word, she reaches out, tentatively touching the hardness straining against his jeans. He lets out a sharp intake of breath, his hips jerking forward, and in that moment, all pretenses of innocence are shed, and they're left only with their raw, primal desire for each other.