In a cramped attic, their parents away, a brother and sister find themselves alone, their eyes meeting in a dance of denial and desire. He can't help but stare at her curves, the way her nightgown clings to her body. She, feeling his gaze, blushes, trying to ignore the spark it ignites. They play cards, the game a poor distraction from the tension building between them. With each stolen glance, the air thickens, the room grows hotter. She catches him looking, and instead of anger, she feels a thrill, a wetness between her legs. Their eyes lock, and the game forgotten, they give in to their forbidden curiosity.