The woman who became my brother's wife has always been a presence that stirs my heart. I feel an uncanny awareness of everything—the type of lingerie my sister-in-law wears, the sounds she makes every night during yoga—knowing all of it destabilizes my reason. Her gentle, alluring gaze, the sight of her underwear hung out to dry, the beauty of her mature body—every detail pushes my desires beyond control. During the times when my brother is away, my mind begins to spiral out of control. "Stop… don't do this…" my sister-in-law resists, but her resistance gradually weakens. Yielding to desire, led down a path of corruption, this situation constantly torments my conscience.