So, two weeks later, I snuck home early, went straight to our room and found her journal and began to read. The very first line made me freeze with as...onishment as a shiver went up my spine. “3/11/16- Dear Diary, today I feel in love with my sister.”Wow. I couldn’t believe I didn’t notice sooner. All the shows, the peeking, and her being defensive. It all made sense now. What surprised me even more is that after all this time, she only feel for me a couple weeks ago. Why now? What changed? A. But if you ever get curious, just let me know." I won't!" Don't be too sure," Mark said, with a charming grin on his face. "Have you ever fucked a girl?" Yeah, loads of times." Did any of them ever ask you to?" Well, not in so many words. You know how girls are. They like to pretend the don't want it, when they really do." Then how do you know they want it?" If they dress like a slut, or sway their hips at you, then they want it. But they want you to take it." Even if they struggle and say no?". In a way, whoever held my remote, held my soul, and I was delighted to serve them to the best of my ability.Yet I also retained my earliest memories - memories of operating semi-autonomously for those first few days of figuring things out for myself. I passed them along to Anna when we shared data more fully over time. The abilities I developed because of that experience would help me in important ways in the future. Without them I don't believe either Anna or I would have ever made it to full. "I couldn't figure out why it was so hard to talk about this stuff with Janice. She was the first woman I ever screwed and the last time I saw her she blew me right here on my own bed."Fuck?" Janice asked, then smiled."Yeah. I mean, that's been years." Almost three long, very dry years. Not for Dean though. He's been banging everything in a skirt working down at his office. I knew about it but just didn't have the energy to fight about it. We had sort of a deal, Dean and me. I didn't ask what.