If this means what you think it means…

After your shower, you re-don your extra large hoodie, return your shorts and panties to the family’s shared laundry basket, and meet up with Hannah. She’s sitting in the corner of the conversation pit that is your living room.

You wouldn’t mind her attraction so much if she expressed it in ways that were more comfortable for you. Hell, with her pillowy soft body and boobs she definitely inherited from Mom, you know you would reciprocate if she just propositioned you directly. Instead, she’d rather stare at you when you’re at your most insecure. Looking at her now in her extremely pretty feminine outfit (a loose cami crop top with flowers on it, and black leggings) you can’t help but wish you could just run to her, glide your hands up her midriff, and tell her you feel the same, while you massage her breasts under the sunflowers that adorn her shirt.

“... Hello? Anyone in there? Earth to Violet?” Hannah’s voice penetrates your daydreaming.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, sorry, I just had some questions to ask you about photography.” You stammer out.

Hannah immediately tenses up. “What… KIND of questions about photography?”

“I have some pictures, but I’m not sure how they could have been taken-”

“I don’t know anything about that. I can’t help you. See you later.” Your sister springs off the couch, facing toward her room.

“Relax, your plausible deniability is not in question here. Could you just let me know if the angles make sense?” You ask, grabbing her shoulder as she goes to leave.

“No thanks, I’m not getting mixed up with whatever you’re- OW!” You and Hannah yelp in unison as a painful shock passes through you. It feels just like the shock from earlier with Mom, except that it starts in your hand instead of your face. The chime that follows soon after confirms your suspicion.

“Did you hear that?” You ask.

“Hear what? You know what, never mind, I’m leaving.”

“Wait! Please, just look at ONE picture.”

Hannah freezes in her tracks. “...ok.”

Quickly pulling your phone out before the opportunity passes, you swipe past a handful of notifications to get to the KDK status page. Just as you thought, there is a new page for Hannah alongside you and Mom, complete with a photo of her from moments ago. You’re only skimming the text portion of the page, but one line does catch your eye:

Name: Hannah Starshine

…

Kink: Voyeur …

Hannah’s kink is voyeurism? An Instafam chat bot could have guessed that. But at least it tells you the app’s intel is accurate.

No time to admire the scenery though. You tap the photo of Hannah, making sure it’s full-screen before showing it to her. As she looks at the photo, her impatient face pales to one of confusion and shock.

“What the fuck?” Hannah’s eyes dart around the room. She grabs at your phone for a closer look. “But you were standing there… the phone was in your pocket…” She turns to face you. “There’s no camera that could have taken this picture. How did you do this?”

You snatch the phone back. “That confirms it. Computer magic.”