Run away.(neutral)

When the image fully reached my brain I let out a loud scream and run out of the room.

• "Hey sis, wait! It's not what you think!"
• "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I screamed.

Did I really see my brother holding my panties and masturbating? What if he was doing it on regular basis? I was close to vomiting from imagining such a scenario. I made myself some herbal tea and sat at the kitchen table. After around 30 minutes my brother came downstairs into the kitchen.

• "Umm, hey Lucy, about the earlier..."
• "We are not talking about it. I don't want you in my room ever again. If I ever catch you again I will make sure they send you for some kind of resocialization."
• "Alright, alright, I don't get why you are so uptight, it's natural to masturbate."
• "Stop before I puke."

After the whole situation, I hesitantly returned to my room. I found my panties thrown into the laundry. Hopefully violated for the last time. I did some cleaning in my room, watched some TV series, and rested from the applied stress.