[Family] Interrupted

Footsteps come up from behind, "Hey, bro? You up yet?" Emma's voice cuts through the haze of my pounding heart, light and teasing as always. She's been crashing on my couch for a year now, ever since her mom booted her out at eighteen for some dumb fight over curfews and boyfriends. Blood ties, I guess—couldn't just leave my little sister on the streets.

I fumble to angle my phone away from the peephole view of Sarah, but it's too late. Emma pads in barefoot, her blonde hair tousled from sleep, blue eyes squinting against the morning light. She's in her usual oversized band tee that hangs loose over her slim frame, small tits pressing faintly against the fabric, and cutoff shorts that ride up her thighs. She plops onto the edge of my bed uninvited, peering at my screen with that nosy curiosity she never shakes.

"What's that? Some new game app?" She leans closer, her shampoo scent mixing with the stale apartment air. Her eyes widen as she reads the glowing text, the tutorial still hovering. Then the camera feed shifts—maybe from the motion, or the app's weird auto-scan—flashing a new detection overlay. Words flicker beneath Sarah's: Proximity Alert: Emma (Age 19, Libido: High, Resistance: Moderate). Family Bond Detected. Command? Potential Amplified.

She tilts her head, brow furrowing. "Emma? Wait, that's my name. What the hell is this thing?" She reaches for the phone, but I jerk it back instinctively, my mind racing. The app feels alive under my thumb, pulsing warmer, like it's feeding off the tension. Sarah's still out there in the hall, oblivious, her ass swaying as she straightens up with her mail.

Emma crosses her arms, smirking. "Dude, you're acting weird. Gimme—looks sketchy as fuck. Did you download porn or something?"

My throat tightens. The input field blinks expectantly, dual targets locked: Sarah and now my own sister, right here in my space. This is spiraling fast, the app whispering possibilities I shouldn't even glance at.