In a dimly lit, cluttered room, an unmarked video file begins to play. A young couple, their faces obscured by shadows, sit on opposite ends of a couch. The girl, barely legal, fidgets nervously, her thighs pressed tightly together. The boy, older, more confident, smirks as he watches her. They're siblings, bound by blood and secrets. The girl's hand slowly inches towards her thigh, fingers tracing patterns on her skin. The boy's gaze follows, his own hand rubbing his crotch. They're alone, their parents unaware of the forbidden dance they're engaged in. The girl's hand slips under her skirt, her eyes fluttering closed as she touches herself. The boy unzips his pants, his hard cock springing free. They're lost in their own worlds, yet connected by the taboo that binds them.