Someone's getting a little antsy.

I think I'm starting to get better at navigating my new home life. Don't get me wrong, there's still plenty of awkwardness, but I'm starting to have a much easier time handling everything. It's gotten to the point that my mom is almost always the first person to get home after me. I really hope she's not starting to fall behind at work by coming home so early, but I really have no way of knowing that. Anyway, while the two of us are home alone, I try to spend a decent amount of time with her to help her deal with the separation anxiety she's seemingly started to develop. Usually, that just involves her cuddling up next to me while I watch television or something. I've also found that she gets really excited when I run my fingers through her hair. Like, she instantly starts panting when I do that. My best guess is that it subconsciously makes her feel like she's being pet like an actual animal, but I'm not 100% sure of that.

Julia is the next person who usually comes home, and I've started to learn the best way to avoid her for the most part. I still feel awful about having to evade my sister, especially given how much we loved to talk before, but I don't know if I have a choice anymore. I can sense that it won't be long before I'll have to confront her, but until that's absolutely necessary, I'll just do my best to stay out of her way.

Last, but not least (although there was a time that I would have called her least), we have Michelle. I don't do too much with Michelle aside from giving her little tasks to do. I will admit, I'm starting to run out of jobs for her. There's just not a ton of commands I can come up with that I feel like she's ready for. That being said, she doesn't even attempt to go against my requests at this point. I just tell her to do something and she does it, which is nice to see.

So that's kind of where I am with all of them, at least until something major changes. Or at least that's what I thought until after dinner today. While I'm sitting at my desk, watching some videos, I suddenly hear a knock at my door. Because of how much everything has changed around here, it's become super easy to tell who's knocking at any given time. Given the quiet hesitation of the knock I just heard, I already know it's Michelle. I wonder what she wants.

"Come in," I call out.

As I suspected, the door opens to reveal Michelle, who shyly steps into my room.

"H-hey, Matt?" She whispers.

"What's up, Michelle?"

"I... um.... I hope I'm not bothering you. I was just wondering if you wanted anything," She says while glancing between me and the floor.

Now, this is new. I don't think Michelle has ever come to me and asked for a command. I know the remote said something about her craving my orders, but this is the first time I've seen any sign of that. But like I said earlier, I don't really have any idea what to make her do that I haven't already done so far. At least in terms of what I think I can get away with.

"Thanks, but I think I'm good right now," I answer.

"W-wait..." Michelle says quickly before collecting herself. "Please? Can you tell me to do something? I... I miss being told what to do..."

That was not what I was expecting to hear.

"But, Michelle, I've been giving you plenty of things to do," I point out.

"Yeah, but only little boring stuff. Isn't there more I can do? Please, I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?"

She nods. This is an interesting turn of events. Michelle must be further along than I thought. She must not be getting very much pleasure from all the little things I've been making her do. In that case, maybe it is time to push her a little bit.

"Fine. You want to do more for me? Why don't you go put on the sexiest piece of lingerie you own and model it for me?" I request.

"W-what?! Matt! You can't ask me to do something like that. You're my brother!" She says in a slight panic.

"I don't care. You said you would do anything, and that's what I want. Consider this a test of how willing you are to obey me," I reply.

"I... um..." Michelle goes silent for a few seconds. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course you can. But I'm not going to give you a new command until you fulfill this one."

Michelle audibly gasps when I say that. I can't believe she's actually upset at the thought of me not telling her what to do. Still, I need to be firm about this one. If I want to break boundaries with Michelle, I need to be stern with her.

After a solid minute of no one speaking, Michelle quickly leaves my room, clearly having a lot on her mind. I am a little sad she didn't agree to do it right away, but I did tell her she could think about it. I think she might actually do it though, at least at some point. If she was willing to come in here and ask for me to order her around, than that means she wants to feel the arousal she felt last weekend again. And now I've made it clear to her that the only way for that to happen is for her to get all dolled up and show off for me.

We'll see how long it takes for her to wear down enough to actually do it, assuming she does get that ****. For now, there's not much left to the day. It was a relatively uneventful evening, but hey, there's plenty of opportunity for more fun tomorrow. As I slip into bed, I realize something else: I've had the Random Remote for a whole week at this point. Wow, that's crazy. Hard to believe it's been a week. I feel like so much has happened, but also that there is still so much potential. I guess I'll just have to see what this second week holds.