The old farmhouse creaks under the weight of their secrets. Maria, the elder, has taken to sneaking into Pedro's room at night, her fantasies fueled by religious guilt and the taboo of their shared blood. Tonight, she finds him awake, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, his hand moving under the sheets. She approaches, her nightgown whispering against her skin, and leans down, her breath hot on his ear. 'Teach me, Pedro,' she whispers, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock. 'Show me the sins I've been warned about.'