Gaby and Puja, in the throes of incestuous lust, entwine their limbs, their moans echoing through the empty house. Puja's fingers delve into Gaby's wetness, her thumb circling Gaby's clit, drawing out her pleasure. Gaby, in turn, grips Puja's hair, pulling her into a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling. 'I hate you,' Gaby pants, 'For making me want this.' Puja chuckles, 'I know, little sister. But you want it all the same.' They collapse onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding with the thrill of their sinful dance.