Alice Visby and her stepbrother, Nade Nasty, find themselves in a tense standoff, both aware of their forbidden desires. Alice, the picture of teenage innocence, pleads, 'Please, Nade, we can't.' Yet, her eyes betray her, lingering on his crotch. Nade, driven by primal need, growls, 'We're past that, Alice. You want this as much as I do.' In the heat of their argument, clothes are shed, inhibitions crumble, and they succumb to their taboo passion.