The house is quiet, the air thick with tension and the scent of forbidden lust. In the closet, a brother and sister huddle together, their hearts pounding in sync. She's a good girl, raised on Bible stories and hymns, but the devil in her can't resist the temptation of her brother's body. He's a saint, with a chiseled jaw and a heart of gold, but even saints have their limits. They're fully clothed, but their bodies betray them, their breaths ragged, their hearts racing. She leans in, her lips brushing against his, and he responds, his hands tangling in her hair. Their tongues dance, their bodies press together, and in that moment, all thoughts of sin and virtue disappear, swallowed by the heat of their desire.