Living in a dingy apartment and the only female interaction you've gotten since the past few months have left you rather longing. With the confinement you're stuck with, you found yourself pent up and decided to try to release it when your little sister, Ashley, was asleep.

All was going good until she stirred awake and you quickly tried getting rid of the evidence, she didn't seem like she noticed what you were doing so you pat her to not let her get suspicious.

"Mmh... I'm... starving..." - Ashley spoke half-awake.

Of course, being stuck inside this dingy apartment with the guards barely giving you shit makes your life and hers miserable without any nutrients. You try to comfort her by patting her cheek and talking about how you'll try your hardest to find anything. But it seems Ashley realized something as she smelled your hand.

"Were you...? Why does your hand... smell... so... musky?"

Seems like the smell of your you know what sticks to your hands and she must've smelled it... But for some reason, she looks rather pleasant and you find her hand stops yours from retracting it as she continues to smell it.