"¿Qué haces aquí?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as her cousin's eyes linger on her heaving chest. "Esperando mi turno," he replies, his gaze dropping to her hips, where her shorts cling tantalizingly. The air is thick with anticipation, their breathing heavy, as they both struggle to maintain composure, knowing that any moment now, their taboo desires might consume them.