In the dim light of the closet, Devika and her brother huddle, their breaths ragged with anticipation. Her eyes, wide and innocent, flicker to his crotch, where his bulge tents his pants. "We shouldn't," she whispers, but her hand snakes out, tracing the outline of his hardness. He groans, his hips bucking slightly. "But we want to," he counters, his voice thick with desire. Their hands, tentative at first, explore each other's bodies, clothes falling away like forgotten sins. Devika gasps as he pushes into her, her virginity stretching to accommodate his size. They move in sync, their bodies slick with sweat and taboo, their moans muffled by the closet's confines.