"I want you." I grab my sister's arm and hold her tight. "I love you, sister. You feel the same, right?" I breathe the words close into her ear, her resisting body pinned. "Every night you masturbate thinking of me. I can hear you."
"No! You've been listening? That, that's not what..."
And in an act I regret, I push her down onto the sofa.
A brother and sister cross the line into reckless, wild sexual lust that only escalates with each passing day.