In the dim light of the closet, Tory and her brother's bodies press together, their breathing ragged. She guides his hand to her breast, then lower, until he's cupping her dripping core. He's hard, his cock straining against his pants. They're bound by blood and guilt, yet their bodies betray them, craving each other's touch. They're close, so close, but a sudden knock at the door stops them in their tracks, leaving them panting and desperate for more.