He wakes up with an urge. A pressing, undeniable urge. Something pulls him quietly out to the kitchen. He sees her. His beautiful step-sister. She is cleaning up the dinner dishes and talking on the phone to there step-mother. It's wrong, but he wants her. He tries to resist. Tries to just touch himself in the dark while watching. He can't. He has to feel her. He has to know. What if she lets him?