Haunted by religious guilt, the siblings squeeze into the closet, their bodies yearning for release. They begin with tentative touches, their breaths hitching as they dare to venture further. The darkness hides their faces, but not the hunger in their eyes as they take in each other's bodies. They move slowly, their movements synchronized as they fall into a rhythm, their taboo lust consuming them until they collapse, spent and ashamed, amidst smeared juices and spent fluids, praying for absolution.