The first three weeks

The first weeks were simple. You chatted, including shouting out to your mum and her shouting back through the layers of skin, muscle, and fat. You had both worked out before that your mum could not hear you coherently without shouting, and vice versa. This did mean you could mostly have your own conversations while your mum got on with her day.

Your mum waddled round the house, never leaving. Working remotely and watching the T.V with the sound way up so the pair of you could hear. It was mostly the news with a few reruns.

You both tended to get horny, sat in your mother's womb with just your naked sibling as a view. You agreed on two times of masturbation a day. Turning for privacy, but you still enjoyed hearing your sister moan and wondered if the noises you made had the same effect for her.

Towards the end of the third week you were sat listening to the news. "We are going to have to extend the lockdown to three months and re-evaluate the restrictions after that." You heard the Prime Minister announce.

"Mum, if that's the case, can we come out now." You shouted up.

"No, sweetie." your mother replied. "Just sit tight. Mum will protect you from the virus but will have to get some more supplies delivered," she explained. You felt her move and start up the computer for online shopping. She would shout you meal ideas. Even though you just had the digested nutrients pumped into your bloodstream by a placenta, she felt you should know what you were 'eating'.