In a cramped, steaming shower, the naive daughter of a single mother finds herself face to face with her stepbrother's substantial morning wood. She's never seen one before, and her curiosity piqued, she reaches out to touch it. He jerks back, but she's persistent, wrapping her small hand around his shaft. He's rock hard, and she can't help but feel a warmth between her legs. She looks up at him, her innocence fading as she asks, "Can I... taste it?"