Hypothesis Confirmed

"Good morning, dear. You've left your cave earlier than usual! Finally decided to start living your life?" she says.

You produce a **** smile. "Maybe. Not that it matters to you. You'd rather never see me, don't you?" you reply.

You and your mother had fallen out a few years ago. A few too many brain mods had altered her emotions beyond repair, and you had gotten mad at her for being irresponsible. You still curse the ripperdoc that gave her that implant. Not that you're being a lot more reserved with visiting the ripperdoc, but at least you make your own hardware.

You find two cookies in a cupboard and sprinkle one with a large dose of salt. You then head back upstairs to your sister's room. Your sister was 2 years older than you were but had the mental capacity of a child compared to you. You're certain she has a different father from you, because you two have nothing in common. She's always busy with boyfriends and fashion and her looks. She's a disgrace, but you love her anyway. You knock on her door.

"Come in." she replies.

You open the door. She's laying on her stomach on the bed. She's wearing a very short and revealing pair of pink hotpants and a matching pink crop top.

"Hi sis. I brought you two cookies and I was wondering which one you preferred." you say innocently. You were never this innocent around her, but you just hoped she was too ditzy to notice the change.

She's turned around to face you. Her face is contorted into a quizzical look. "Sure. Why do you want to know?" she asks as you hand her the cookies.

"I want to start doing some baking and since you're going to be the one who'll probably be testing most of it I thought I might as well know what you like." you respond, making up a quick lie.

She takes a bite out of the cookie without salt and smacks her lips a few times. "This one tastes pretty good. I think I like this one." she says.

You roll your eyes. Dumb bitch, didn't even try the second one yet. "You should try the other one as well. It has a special ingredient in it." you tell her, your jaw clenching.

She sighs and takes a bite out of the other. As soon as her lips close around the crumbling, salt-covered cookie, you can see her expression change. Immediately her eyes roll back in her skull and she lets out a euphoric moan, before shoving the rest of the cookie into her mouth. "Oh, fuck. This tastes so good. What did you put in this?" she says with her mouth still full. Her hand moves to her chest almost instinctively and she roughly squeezes her breasts through the top.

You stand and watch silently as your sister swallows the cookie and the spike of dopamine slowly fades again. "Alright, that second one was pretty good. I'm definitely going to have to taste more of that once you start baking." she says, slightly out of breath.

You can't help but smile. "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind." you say before walking backwards out of her room.

"When will you be bringing me more food?" she asks as you're about to close her door. "I'm not sure. Any suggestions on what I should make though?" you reply.

She springs up. "Pizza!"