"Did you know you were broadcasting when you diddled yourself?"

"Uh, this is kind of awkward," she said as you opened the fridge.

"Spit it out," you say, pulling out some orange juice. You'd rather a coke, but you know your sister eats healthier than you do and you've no desire to ruin this body. At least, not by making it fat.

"Did you know... you were broadcasting!"

"Huh?" is all you can think of, putting the jug of orange juice back.

"Just now, when you were masturbating. Your phone was broadcasting it! Sue?"

You dimly hear her calling your name while you stare at the patio doors. Broadcasting? Looking down at your phone you see a symbol at the top that's shaped like a camera and your eyes widen. "Uh, Shelly?" you finally say.

"Yeah?"

"How do I stop broadcasting?"

Shelly actually giggles. "What, you've forgotten?"

"I kind of turned it on by accident..." you say, skipping over whether you should or shouldn't know how to do it. "I, uh, might be a little zoned out now."

"After an orgasm like that I'll bet," she says with a giggle. "Seriously, after all those times you've used it you can't remember?"

"Just tell me how!" you exclaim, and after she teases you a little more she walks you through it.

"Um, how do I tell who I sent it to?"

"Jesus, you really did do it by accident didn't you? You're sure you didn't hit your head too? I mean..."

"Shelly..." you growl.

"Alright, alright," she grumbles, and starts giving you instructions. You nearly can't keep up as you try to translate some of her words in your non-cell fluent brain, but eventually you find out who else received a copy of your happy little time on the deck.