Alone in the house, 'Lechita' can't resist the urge to touch herself. Her hands roam her body, pinching nipples, tracing lines down to her aching core. She imagines her brother's eyes on her, his breath hitching as she pleasures herself. Her fingers slip inside, mimicking the thrusts she wishes were from him. She's close, so close, when she hears him enter the room. Freezing, she waits, heart pounding, as he watches her, unseen. Her body betrays her, pulsing with pleasure, finishing her dance of desire.