The bathroom door swings open, revealing Michelle, naked and wet, her hand buried between her legs. Her brother, startled, stumbles in, his eyes widening at the sight of her. She's quick to cover herself, but the damage is done. They argue, their voices echoing off the tile walls, their bodies tense with anger and something else, something more. Later, they find themselves drawn together again, their bodies aching with a need they can't deny, their clothes discarded, their hands exploring, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time.