Under the watchful eyes of their elders, cousins Graça and Cezar maintain a facade of innocence, but their bodies betray them. Graça's nipples harden beneath her thin dress, while Cezar struggles to hide his growing erection. One afternoon, as they're left alone to clean up after a family feast, their eyes lock, and the room grows hotter. Graça, emboldened by the alcohol, reaches out and strokes Cezar's length through his shorts. He gasps, then takes her hand, guiding it to his bare flesh. She strokes him, her thumb swirling around his sensitive tip, before dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth. He lets out a guttural moan, his fingers tangling in her hair as she brings him to the brink of ecstasy.