Alright I will tell the other half of the story. My parents are nurses and pretty open with us kids and obviously didn't want their daughter to use my drumsticks for pleasure because they're wood. Splinters and stuff I guess. My mom took her to a sex store and got a proper piece of equipment for the deed. I thought this was weird especially because I used to just use hand lotion or baby oil and she owned a device but whatever. They walked back into the house after and it was ebony in color. The sight of it burned into my eyes. I did not ever want to see the thing.
A few weeks later I'm walking down the stairs to get a snack from the kitchen. Its below her room, so you can hear sounds coming out of there. We had televisions in our rooms so I heard muffled excited sounds which I took as some movie she was watching. Walk back upstairs with my food to my room and I picked up the landline phone that we used at the time. It was hooked up to all the other phones in the house, so when I clicked it on to dial my friend I heard the most wrong, horrifying noises on the other end. I had clicked into the pleasure call my sister was treating her boyfriend to. I was audibly shocked and her boyfriend on the other line heard my gasp. My sister heard as well. He says "What the fuck man!"
I turned the phone off quickly, plagued by imagery of that ebony dildo.