The creaking of the old floorboards signals their father's approach. Panicked, the brothers quickly separate, their chests heaving, hearts pounding. Their father enters, eyes narrowing as he takes in their disheveled states. "What are you two up to?" he demands. They stammer, unable to meet his gaze. "Nothing," they chorus, their faces flushing. But their father is not convinced. He leaves, but not before casting a suspicious glance over his shoulder. Once he's gone, the brothers exhale, their bodies still humming with unspent desire. They look at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. They'll finish what they started, but they'll be more careful next time. After all, their secret is theirs alone, and they intend to keep it that way.