Locked away in the dusty attic, the siblings' secret world unfolds. He, a strapping young man, all sinew and strength, she, a delicate creature, her curves barely contained in her worn clothing. They whisper their fantasies, their voices barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. He paints a picture with his hands, tracing the path his lips would take down her body. She shivers, her breath catching as she imagines his mouth on her, tasting her, devouring her. Their clothes fall away, and they surrender to the primal dance, their bodies moving in sync, their moans echoing in the silent house.