As the siblings' breathing grows heavier, the camera pans out to reveal their semi-clothed forms, their bodies pressed together in a dance as old as time. The girl's hands, once innocent, now grip her brother's cock with a feverish intensity, her hips gyrating against his as she imagines him inside her. The boy, his face a mask of concentration, grabs her hips, pulling her closer, his cock throbbing with need. The closet is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the wet, sloppy sounds of their bodies coming together, a symphony of lust that drowns out the religious teachings that once filled their minds.