"Golfa," a whispered curse, a secret longing. A man's eyes follow the sway of his sister's hips as she walks past him, her short skirt teasing him with glimpses of her toned, tanned thighs. He swallows hard, his mind flooded with images of her, naked, writhing, crying out his name in ecstasy. His heart pounds, his breath hitches, as he struggles to suppress his growing erection, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavy between them.