Michelle, haunted by religious guilt, can't resist the temptation of her brother's virility. She pushes him onto the bed, straddling him, her skirt riding up to reveal her soaked panties. "We shouldn't," she whispers, but her actions belie her words. She grinds against him, feeling his cock throb against her. He reaches up, palming her breasts, pinching her nipples through her thin blouse. She moans, her head falling back, her hair cascading down, a waterfall of dark curls. She's lost in the moment, lost in the sin, and she doesn't care. She wants him, all of him, inside her.