Petera's cheeks flush with shame as her brother's voice echoes in her mind, 'You mustn't think such things.' Yet, her body betrays her, her nipples hardening, her core throbbing with a need she can't comprehend. She bites her lip, her fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, her body aching for a touch she knows she shouldn't crave. The room spins with guilt and desire, Petera's heart pounding wildly as she gives in to her forbidden urges.