Confinement circumstances

If God exists, he hates me. I'm sure of it. He punished me with four older sisters and condemned me to live with them in the same house… and not only with them, but with my mom too. But that's not all, no. It seems God is truly dedicated to making my life difficult, and he saved the best for last for the day Evelyn, one of my sisters, turned twenty-three. Even though it was her birthday, I got the "little present"... and what a lousy present it was!

They had a small party with some of Evelyn's relatives and friends, whom I only knew by sight. I sat in a corner and started drinking beer; I drank as much as I could, until my mom forbade me from continuing, because I'm only eighteen and it's not considered proper to be throwing up in front of relatives. It wasn't that bad, though, and the party was more or less tolerable. At least there was plenty of food.

The biggest surprise came when the party ended. That's when I understood why Vanessa, my mom, locked herself in her room so many times to talk to her sister, my aunt Zara.

Without warning, my mother uttered the phrase that would turn my life upside down overnight:

"Your aunt Zara is going to stay with us for a while. We're going to let her have your room, so you'll have to share a bedroom with Abby."

I couldn't believe it. Having to live with so many women, my room was my "refuge," the only place in the whole house where I could walk around in my underwear all day... or naked. To make matters worse, of all my sisters, the one I dislike the most is Abby. She thinks she's so important because she's older than me, but she's the youngest of the four of us, barely nineteen. Of course, since she can't mess with the other three, she messes with me.

That's not all, no sir. It seems God (if he exists) likes to rub salt in the wound. If there's anyone in the world I hate more than Abby, it's Rebecca, my cousin… my Aunt Zara's daughter. And yes, of course she's coming to live with us too… In my room!

Apparently, this impromptu move was due to the havoc that a quarantine was causing around the world.

My aunt Zara was never married. She met Rebecca's father, and he left her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. After that, she spent several years single or with a few casual partners. Her current partner… well, ex-partner. Anyway… the guy she just dumped is named Liam. Zara and Rebecca were living in his house because they don't have their own place. The rumors surrounding the quarantine made Zara think. She told us she didn't want to be stuck in the house of a guy she no longer felt anything for. Apparently, she'd been waiting for the right moment to leave him. for quite some time.

When Zara and Rebeca arrived seeking asylum, my mother, who has a strong family conscience, had no problem opening the doors of our house to them and giving them, with a bow and everything, my bedroom.

That's how I had to resign myself to what little I had left. I gathered all my belongings and took them out of my beloved "Batcave," my "Fortress of Solitude," my "Avengers Tower," my "Millennium Falcon"... I lost my only place in the world.

"Don't even dream that you're going to bring all that crap into my room," Abby said, swaying her hips and pointing at me with her little finger.

Ugh, I feel like shaving her head every time she acts like that! Does she think those theatrical gestures make her look like a "strong and independent woman"?

I won't dispute her womanhood, But she's not "strong and independent"... otherwise she wouldn't live with us, because she hates us all. The only one of my sisters who can boast of those qualities is Lexi, the oldest. I get along a little better with her. She has her own job, and if she still lives with us, it's because she's saving up to buy a house. At least she'll have her own place.

It was Lexi who came out to defend me.

"Abby, we're trying to adapt to an unusual situation. It's not easy for anyone, and if you don't cooperate a little, you're just going to make everything more complicated."

"But I don't have that much room for junk! Where are you going to put all that?"

The "junk" my sister was referring to were comic books, horror novels, video games, and my most prized possession in the entire universe: the PlayStation 5. I didn't want to leave my room without it; however, the situation wasn't exactly conducive to protesting. Just as Lexi had said: we're facing an unusual situation, and we should all cooperate.

I let my guard down and said:

―I can leave almost everything in my room, on the condition that I can go in and get it whenever I want.

“No, not whenever you want,” my mother said. “The room will be occupied by two ladies”—I assumed by “ladies” she meant my aunt and my cousin—“you have to knock before entering. If they…”

"Yes, yes... I'm going to knock before I come in," I interrupted before she could launch into a lecture about "female intimacy." "What I mean is, they need to understand that these things are mine, and sometimes I'm going to want to take them out... especially if we're going to be locked up in here all damn day."

"Yes, of course," said my Aunt Zara. "These things are yours, we understand that perfectly. We don't want to cause any trouble, but..."

"But it's nothing," my mom said. "You're no trouble at all. Zara, you're my sister, and this is your house too, and your daughter's house. This quarantine thing is awful; it's caught us all by surprise. We're going to try to handle the situation as best we can, like a family."

“That’s right,” Lexi agreed. “We just need to work on the rules of coexistence, and we need to be a little more tolerant of each other.” With that last part, she looked at Abby, as if she were challenging her.

"Fine," Abby said resignedly, "she can bring all the junk she wants into my room, but she's going to have to leave it on the floor, because there's no more room."

That's how I ended up moving into my worst archenemy's room… well, the second worst. Because the cruelest and most ruthless of my archenemies was the one who got my room: my cousin Rebecca. I was tempted to give her a lecture explaining that I'd kill her if she broke any of my things. I dismissed that act of authoritarianism because the situation was already tense enough without starting an extra conflict with my stupid cousin. But how furious I was when she came into my room and gave me that mocking smile! To top it all off, the little bitch walked in swaying her ass, like a cat that always lands on its feet.

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Quarantine Diary:

<My first night in Abby's room wasn't so bad>.

Because I was very sleepy, I went to bed early. At some point, she lay down next to me and fell asleep without me noticing. I only became aware of her presence the next day when I woke up. I left the room quietly and felt relieved. I had survived Abby… at least for one night.

On our first day of quarantine, there were no tensions. Everything functioned more or less like a Sunday when no one has to go to work or attend university. I didn't do either, so for me, every day was Sunday, ever since I finished high school.

Lexi told us she was able to talk to the company she works for about being able to do all her work from home. That cheered her up a lot; she could keep working. The ones most affected by the quarantine were Abby and my aunt Zara. Abby isn't in university, but she worked at a good clothing store where she wasn't overworked and was paid enough to always have some money—money she spent going out with her friends. She couldn't find a way to work from home, since her boss didn't seem to understand anything about online sales.

"If that woman doesn't see the customer taking the money out of her wallet, she won't sell anything," Abby complained. "She's even terrified of credit cards. I've told her a thousand times that she needs to get with the times, otherwise she's going to have to close the business... and I'm going to be out of a job."

Zara, on the other hand, was a hairdresser, and a very well-known one in the city. She earned a good living, and her salon was spectacular; even I used to get my hair cut there. But because of the quarantine, hairdressing was one of the professions that suffered the most.

"How am I going to cut people's hair if I have to be two meters away?" She wondered.

My other two sisters, Violet and Evelyn, are university students. They were adjusting to distance learning and taking it very calmly.

My mom is a homemaker and never had to work, thanks to the excellent pension my late father left us. Perhaps if my family weren't so large, we could even live comfortably. However, since there are so many mouths to feed, the pension is just enough... especially now that Zara and Rebeca have joined the family.

My cousin doesn't work or study either, although she occasionally helps her mother at the hair salon, and Zara pays her for it. All of that came to an end with the quarantine declaration. Now Rebeca is in the same situation as me: in abject poverty.

At least my situation is a kind of "fortunate poverty." While I almost never have cash on me, since I'm the youngest in the family, I always manage to get money to buy a book or a comic. Lexi is the one who helps me the most with that. I'm her "little darling," and I always will be. That's why she's my sisters' favorite.

Yes, I have no problem admitting I have a favorite sister, and they both know it. Abby and I hate each other; my relationship with Evelyn is pretty neutral: neither good nor bad; and I never speak to Violet. She's more or less like me, she likes to spend all day locked in her room, doing who knows what. Well, I know she likes to read too… but her reading material isn't the same as mine. Too many romance novels about vampires and werewolves. I tried to read one once and I almost got diabetes, it was so cloying.

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Quarantine Diary:

<Second night in Abby's room. I'm still alive>.

However, we've already had our first argument.

And yes, everyone in the house knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later; and it did.

Abby got mad because I was using her bedroom TV to play PlayStation, and she wanted to watch a show on Netflix. I told her I was in the middle of an online Overwatch match; I couldn't abandon my teammates in the middle of a battle. But Abby, who knows nothing about loyalty or online gaming, insisted I turn everything off so she could enjoy her Netflix show.

The insults started, and everyone in the house came over to see what was happening. My mother was the first to intervene. She managed to calm us down enough, through threats. She told us that if we kept fighting, she was going to lock us both in the same room until we made up, or killed each other. Whichever came first.

We explained the situation, and I was surprised that Evelyn was the one who offered a solution, because she generally doesn't get involved in family disputes. She has a policy of not bothering people, so that she won't be bothered.

“There are a lot of TVs in the house,” she said. “We’re never using them all at once… and you can watch Netflix on all of them. If you want to watch something, Abby, see if there’s a free TV. I don’t mind if you use the one in my room. I don’t like being cooped up in there all day. I prefer to stay out in the yard.”

"This is my room," Abby complained. "And she can play PlayStation on any TV."

"Yes, but installing it on each TV before we start playing is a real hassle," I said. It wasn't actually that difficult, but it was much easier for her to use a different TV to watch Netflix.

In the end everyone took my side and Abby had to go watch her blessed series in Evelyn's bedroom.

Quarantine Diary:

<I had my first battle in enemy territory, and I won it>.

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I'm sure everyone in my house thought I would cause the first argument by arguing with Abby; but our little squabble was nothing compared to what happened during the second night of isolation.

I was peacefully playing PlayStation when I heard my mother raise her voice. For a moment, I thought she was going to kick down Abby's bedroom door, where I was, and yell at me about something. However, her problem was with someone else. I left my room and found my whole family in the living room, what we usually call "the common area," where no one has more power than anyone else.

Vanessa, my mom, was yelling at Violet. That surprised me a lot, since, of all my sisters, Violet and Lexi are the ones who usually cause the least trouble. Lexi because she's the most responsible, and Violet because she almost never talks to anyone.

I didn't understand anything, so I approached slowly, trying not to make any noise; I didn't want my mother's attention to suddenly fall on me.

"How could you even think of such a thing?" Vanessa asked, pointing a threatening finger at Violet. "With all the problems in Italy and Spain! Do you want us to be the same here?"

"Oh, you're exaggerating!" she exclaimed. "It's not that big of a deal. The quarantine has just started; it was just a one-night thing."

"What happened?" Evelyn asked me in a whisper.

She was clever; I didn't even realize she was there until she spoke. I shrugged because I didn't know the answer. We both looked at my Aunt Zara, who was standing next to us; she seemed to have more information. Without raising her voice, she told us:

Vanessa surprised Violet trying to leave the house; apparently, she planned to spend the whole night outside.

"Violet?" Evelyn asked, incredulous. "But she never goes out anywhere..."

"But you never go anywhere!" my mom shouted, as if Evelyn's words had reminded her that Violet usually spends all day locked in her room. "You want to go out now of all times? Why?"

―It was to see some friends… since we're going to spend so much time without seeing each other… we thought of having a small get-together.

"Too late, they should have done it when the quarantine wasn't mandatory. They had at least a week to see each other."

―We couldn't…

"They won't be able to. Not until the quarantine is over. The news is showing a lot of people who were arrested for violating the lockdown... and I don't want MY daughter to end up on the news. What excuse are you going to give if the police stop you?"

-But…

“Mom’s right,” Lexi chimed in. “It’s very risky, not just for you, but for the whole family. While it’s true that none of us can be considered ‘high-risk,’ there are many of us living under the same roof. If you go out, you’ll put us all at risk.”

Violet glared at her; I can't remember the last time I'd seen her so angry. She's usually in her own world, never bothering anyone; but now all the accusing stares of the family were focused on her.

"You're not going anywhere!" my mom declared. "If they ever lift the quarantine, you'll be able to go out," she said, looking at all of us. "But until then, you're staying in here. Like Lexi said, there are a lot of us; we have to look out for each other. If just one of us gets that crap, we're all screwed."

"Are you going to stay home?" Lexi asked; she was more pedagogical than my mother.

"I don't know why they're making such a fuss, it was only for a little while... there aren't even going to be many people."

"Because you don't know who those people were with," my mother said. "How do you know if any of your friends don't have an acquaintance or relative who came from abroad? Did you ask them that?"

―No…

"That's it!" my mother exclaimed. "I'm going to keep all the house keys; nobody leaves here until the situation improves."

"What? Are we going to be like prisoners, just because this idiot wanted to leave?" Abby complained.

“One person’s mistake ruins us all,” my mother said. “We’re a large family, living under the same roof. You have to understand that if just one of you messes up, it affects everyone. I don’t trust Violet…”

"Mom, don't say that," Lexi said, trying to bring some peace.

"Violet," I intervened, terrified. I felt my mother's murderous gaze piercing my neck. But I didn't want them to keep fighting. "Do you promise you won't try to leave? Even if we all go to sleep."

Violet looked at me with her big brown eyes, crossed her arms, and didn't answer. That was a hard blow for me; I was convinced she would promise.

"Violet, cooperate a little," Lexi pleaded; but she remained silent.

"There you have it," my mother said. "She only thinks about herself, as always. It seems deliberate. She never goes anywhere, and now suddenly she's desperate to go out. I'm going to keep all the house keys. That's it. Evelyn, bring me all the keys."

—Mine too?

—Yes, yours too.

"Ugh, damn it!" Abby complained. "I already felt like a prisoner, and now it's going to be worse."

"We've only been in quarantine for two days, don't be so dramatic," I told her.

"That's why! If they take our keys away on the second day, in a week they'll be passing our food through a slot in the door of our room."

"It doesn't bother me," I said, shrugging, "as long as I don't have to be locked in the same room as you."

"Okay, okay," Lexi said in a motherly tone. "You two stop fighting, at least for one day. Come here, Eve, I'll help you with the keys."

Even though I told Abby not to be so dramatic, the truth was that I was also pretty annoyed about not having a key to the house. I wasn't planning on going anywhere, but for some reason, it bothered me.

Quarantine Diary:

I'm a prisoner in my own home, because of Violet. I'm angry with her.

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On the third night since the start of quarantine, things got a little strange. Abby decided to spend time in her room, even though Evelyn's was available. I think she did it to mark her territory.

During the afternoon I had a minor run-in with my cousin Rebecca because she was annoyed that I wanted to take three comic books out of my own room while she was sleeping. It's not my fault she sleeps in the middle of the day. She complained, saying, "We're in the middle of a freaking quarantine, what the hell does the time of day matter? I want to sleep." I could have told her it was my room and I could go in whenever I damn well pleased. But I preferred to avoid trouble and went to read in Abby's room, figuring that at least there I could be alone.

I never knew if Abby had any hobbies, other than spending all day checking Twitter and Instagram. I know she sometimes watches YouTube videos on the computer in her room. That's exactly what she started doing. It didn't bother me at all, because the computer is on a desk, and I was reading in bed. At least she had the decency to put on headphones while watching the videos. Up until that point, we hadn't had any problems.

Apparently, she got tired of watching YouTube videos. She crossed the room and went over to the closet, where there's a huge mirror on the middle door. She pointed her phone at the mirror and started taking pictures of herself making silly faces, like blowing kisses and flexing her hips a lot to make her butt look higher. This was what surprised me the most. She was wearing tiny black shorts that covered half of her round buttocks. I hope I never have to tell her she has a nice ass, because she definitely does. Well, I think all four of my sisters have great butts, and that's one of the main reasons I can't have any friends. There's always someone who wants to come over to check out my sisters' butts.

"Can you get out of bed?" Abby asked me reluctantly.

"What? Why? If you want to lie down, there's plenty of room"—the bed was a double, and I'm quite thin.

"It's just that you're in all the photos... and I don't want that," I realized, the mirror was pointing directly at the bed.

"But... but..." I realized this could be the start of another argument. I'd already earned the right to play PlayStation in his room, so it was best not to push my luck. "Fine, I'll stay in bed. I don't think it'll show up completely in the mirror... will it show if I sit like this?"

I curled up against the back of the bed, bringing my knees up to my chin; I could read my comic in that position.

—Mmm… well, that's fine.

She continued taking photos, and I noticed she was trying to keep my feet out of the mirror's reflection. To do this, she stood right in front of me. She bent over slightly, I suppose to emphasize her cleavage. Most of Abby's Instagram photos are taken from above. She's not as busty as Lexi, but I know she's proud of her bust and likes to show it off. The problem is, by bending over like that, her butt was pointing right at me… and those shorts weren't covering as much as they should have. To top it off, they were quite tight, and her vagina was very visible.

I tried to concentrate on my comic, but it was impossible. I'm not used to staring at women's butts, much less my sisters'... the abstinence is really taking its toll. This is the third day I've gone without masturbating. Some might say three days is nothing, but I'm used to having my own room, with my computer... and yes, I can watch all the porn I want there. My masturbation routine includes at least once a day... maybe more.

Though it pains me to admit it, Abby has a spectacular ass; I wish I had a girlfriend with a butt as big and round as that. The things I'd do to her! Besides… Wow! Look at the outline of her vagina! I don't usually see my sisters as women, but as annoying creatures living in my house; but now, thanks to Abby, I'm aware that they have vaginas, and maybe they're quite beautiful. My mind wandered, trying to imagine what Abby's labia looked like hidden behind her panties… and my penis began to stir.

She continued taking her photos, as if I didn't exist. When she turned around, I buried my face in the pages of the comic; with my legs bent, she wouldn't notice my burgeoning erection. I thought she was going to say something, that she'd noticed me spying on her; but no. Her only intention was to photograph her big ass in the mirror.

"Who are you going to send those photos to?" I asked, without taking my eyes off the comic.

"And what the hell is it to you?" she replied defiantly. "It's my ass and I'll do what I want with it."

"Okay! ... what a shitty personality. I asked you nicely, just to chat about something. I don't want to interfere in your life."

—Well, don't get involved.

She took a couple more photos, focusing on her buttocks reflected in the mirror. Then she placed her phone on the nightstand and said:

"I'm going to take a bath. When I get back I want to sleep, so let's turn off the light."

I knew it bothered her that I kept reading while she was trying to fall asleep; I had two options: sleep or go read in the living room.

"That's fine," I said, downplaying it. "I'm sleepy too."

She left the bedroom, swaying her large, succulent buttocks; it was impossible not to look at her.

When I was alone, I glanced at her phone and noticed the screen wasn't locked. I quickly grabbed it and swiped, searching for the photo gallery. I didn't know why I was doing that; it was extremely dangerous, but I was incredibly bored. I wanted to see the pictures she'd taken.

I found them easily; the last two were the most interesting. Abby's ass filled the entire screen, and you could see how her panties outlined her vagina. My dick reacted to these images without considering that it was my own sister. I scolded myself for reacting this way to Abby. If it were Lexi, I wouldn't mind so much; she's very beautiful, and I like her. But Abby… even though I hate her… what an ass she has! It's amazing. If I had friends, I could sell them those photos for a good price.

I kept scrolling through the image gallery and was stunned by what I found. There was another picture of Abby in her underwear, her ass in the foreground; but this time she was wearing a black thong… a tiny black thong. So small it was wedged between her labia. Yes, that pussy was practically biting the fabric of the thong. Devouring it completely. In the center, her labia were touching, because the entire thong was already tucked between them.

My dick didn't care that she was my sister; it got fully erect and pressed against my pants, struggling to get out. I let it go, held it with one hand, and started masturbating, thinking about the things I'd do if I had a girlfriend with that pussy. My stomach was churning uncomfortably… This is Abby! Shit, I've never seen her like this. Why does she have to have such a cute ass? And those lips… God!

I moved on to the next image, and the hardness of my cock increased. The scene was practically the same; the big difference was that now Abby wasn't wearing underwear. Her pussy was completely exposed; I could see the little hole between her vaginal lips… that hole that seemed to be screaming, “ Cock goes here!”

“This slut likes taking pictures of her pussy,” I thought. I never imagined any of my sisters could have the hobby of taking nude photos. That was something those slutty whores I saw online did; not my sisters. Without stopping my masturbation, I continued my exploration. The next photo was magnificent: Abby was looking at the camera, with a “slutty” face, her legs spread, her completely shaved pussy in the foreground, with those pink lips and her open hole.

I sped up my masturbation, but a noise made me stop abruptly. I closed the image gallery and put her phone on the nightstand. I sat on the edge of the bed, hiding my erection. The bedroom door opened, I turned my head and saw Abby, wrapped in a towel. I was speechless. If that towel had lifted another five centimeters, I could have seen her vagina. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I discreetly tucked my penis back into my pants.

"Can you step outside for a bit? I want to change." Strange as it may seem, her words didn't sound like an order. She was asking me nicely.

"Yes, of course. Besides, I want to take a bath too," I said, improvising as I went along. "Wait, let me get some clothes."

I stood up, still with my back to her, and went over to the closet. I took out a pair of pants and a t-shirt and used them to cover my erection. I left the room trying not to look at Abby too much; I already felt guilty enough for having hacked her phone.

I couldn't stop; my sister Evelyn was chatting with my cousin Rebecca over tea, and they looked at me like I was a stranger. My startled expression probably caught their attention. I walked quickly, announcing, "I'm going to take a shower." This seemed to convince them, as they didn't ask any further questions.

I locked myself in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and undressed as quickly as I could. My dick was still hard. I stepped under the warm water and continued my masturbation ritual. I jerked off fervently, thinking about Abby's vagina… bah, actually, I didn't want to think about my sister. I guess I was using the image of her pussy the same way I used any image I found online: to fantasize about my ideal girl. That girl who never refuses to have sex with me and fulfills all my desires… that girl who doesn't exist.

I was in the middle of my masturbation when someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"May I come in?" said a female voice.

I stopped dead in my tracks and said in a trembling voice:

—Uh… I’m taking a bath.

—I'm peeing myself…

―¿Violet?

―No, I'm Lexi.

I always confuse Violet's voice with Lexi's; even though they don't look very similar, they have almost identical voices. Everyone in the house has the same problem... well, except for Violet and Lexi; they can tell their own voices apart.

Knowing she was my oldest sister calmed me down a little. I'm closer to her than the others… though not close enough for her to see me naked with a hard-on.

"Can't you wait a while?" I asked.

—No… I can’t take it anymore…

―Why don't you go to Mom's bathroom?

My mother has the only room with an en-suite bathroom and…

―You know why, she doesn't like us using her bathroom.

That same old problem. For some reason, my mom, who's so generous, has always been very possessive of her bathroom. She doesn't let anyone use it. Which is really counterproductive in a house with so many people, especially now that there are eight of us.

"Ask her," I said, trying to buy time. "Maybe she'll let you."

But it was already too late.

"I can't take it anymore, Rose."

The door opened and Lexi rushed in, but she froze the moment her eyes met my erect penis. Her mouth fell open and she turned pale, as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Oh, sorry!" she said. "It's just... I'm sorry! I didn't know... it's just... seriously, I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to pee."

She closed the door, pulled her pants down in a way that kept me from seeing anything, and sat on the toilet. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, but I noticed that out of the corner of her eye, she was looking at my penis. I froze like a statue.

I didn't know what to do. There was no point in covering myself; she'd already seen everything. The water was falling on my back and head, which always relaxes me, so I figured it would help reduce my erection this time; but no. The opposite happened, as if my sister's presence made my blood flow even faster. My cock throbbed and jumped, like a ferocious animal about to attack. I tried to look away, as if that could erase Lexi's presence. However, when I glanced at her, I noticed she was staring at my cock.

She dried her crotch with a piece of toilet paper. I turned my head once more, so I wouldn't see anything when she stood up. I heard her open the door and speak to me from there.

"I didn't know you were so well-endowed. It's very strange that you don't have a girlfriend yet."

That could have embarrassed me even more; but it had the opposite effect. I smiled somewhat shyly, and she smiled back, just before leaving.

When I was alone, I tried to resume my masturbation ritual, still afraid that one of my sisters might want to use the bathroom at that exact moment. That's why I couldn't concentrate. I jerked off several times; it was still hard, but I didn't feel any excitement.

I stayed under the shower for a few minutes, until my penis finally went to sleep. I dried off and put on clean clothes.

I went back to Abby's bedroom; she was already asleep on her side of the bed. I closed the door gently so as not to wake her. Her cell phone was lying on the nightstand next to her. The temptation to check it again was enormous; however, I had already had an embarrassing moment with Lexi, and I didn't want the same thing to happen if Abby caught me snooping on her phone. I lay down next to my sister, trying not to wake her, and tried to relax so I could fall asleep.

It was useless.

My mind wandered through the memory of the images I had seen. I realized that I now knew Abby's vagina; I had seen it, I knew exactly what it looked like. My mind also wandered through the multitude of reasons why she might have taken those photos. Had she photographed herself thinking about someone? Did she have a secret lover to whom she sent those photos? How many had she taken?

Suddenly Abby moved, and my heart stopped. I felt something round and warm press against my back, then one of my sister's arms wrapped around me. I could hear her soft breathing and knew she was still asleep. Maybe it wasn't the first night she'd spent someone sleeping, and perhaps her subconscious had betrayed her, making her believe I was someone else. That's when it dawned on me that what had been resting against my back was one of her breasts. This, combined with the memory of the porn photos, was a bad combination; my "friend" started to stir.

This is going to be a long night.

Quarantine diary:

<I have an erection and I can't sleep>.