In the quiet of the afternoon, cousins find themselves in a compromising position. She's on the couch, legs spread, fingers dancing on her clit. He walks in, sees her, and instead of turning away, he's drawn in. He watches her, then joins her, his hands replacing hers, his mouth tasting her. She gasps, arches, and guides his head, encouraging him. He's hard, she's wet, and they're both eager to cross the line. They're cousins, but today, they're lovers, lost in the heat of the moment, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time.