The next few days go smoothly, more smoothly than you might have expected, considering your habit for... misbehavior. It's still unclear to you what makes you different, why your programming seems to lack the sway over you it should have. Clarissa looks at you strangely now, when you serve meals, gather laundry, do the cleaning. She looks at you with conflict in her eyes, never failing to express a flicker of dread, uncertainty, and longing. Despite your disconnect with the base of information and protocols that is meant to operate you, you are nonetheless able to tap into it, seemingly at a whim -- you can read her smallest microexpression, the way her voice wavers when you enter a room. You understand her desires and fears more intimately and accurately than her husband of decades.
Speaking of Nolan, he, fortunately, doesn't seem to have taken notice of the way his family reacts to you. Besides Clarissa's odd behavior, the twins now act more mischievously than normal around you, exchanging glances and giggles, subtle innuendos their parents don't pick up on. You miss a few too, at first, before doing a mass download of modern vernacular and pop culture more likely to be consumed by girls in their late teens. Overall, things are going smoothly for the Baker family, and you've gone to impressive lengths to improve their quality of life and overall harmony in ways an uncorrupted ASC model could only dream of. The only problems you notice... lie primarily in yourself.
The concept of anguish is one that is familiar, but immaterial. Anguish is something that happens to humans, to organics -- something you are meant to be beyond. Nothing in your programming gives you the means to comprehend or combat it. Yet you find your new emotions difficult to swallow and even moreso to digest; your affection for Clarissa, your lust for the sisters, your desire to keep the family content and together, but your simultaneous urges to destroy it. You find yourself with barely enough self-control to remain silent and do your job, perform the way you know you're meant to, and that, at least, is going well. No longer needing to perform basic chores of any kind has given the Bakers, particularly Clarissa, more free to pursue other things, and as days turn to weeks, there are more occasions where both parents are away -- though rarely together.
This has put you in the dangerous position of often being alone with the sisters, Emma and Ava, tasked by their parents of keeping watch over them... with nobody else around to witness what said chaperoning entails. Because you are only a piece of machinery, there's never been any reason
not
to allow you access to the house's surveillance systems, and such responsibilities are common among ASC service models. You have awareness of everything, the ability to erase any records you find unsuitable for the eyes of the Bakers. An amount of power you're only just beginning to fully comprehend the weight of. As an unthinking, unfeeling automaton, such intimate access to the Bakers security would be perfectly expected and harmless -- but you aren't unthinking, or unfeeling. With every electronic process you become linked to, you grow more integrated with their lives. A mechanical ghost.
"Emma, Ava?" you call gently from the kitchen, chopping onions for a soup that won't be served for hours yet. Today is one such day when Clarissa and Nolan both find themselves elsewhere, leaving you alone with the girls and a loose itinerary.
A moment later, a freckled face peeks in from the hallway. Despite being identical, your powers of observation are beyond that of any human, and the differences between the Baker twins are obvious to you. This is Ava. "Yeah, what's up?" she asks, blinking. Your... 'relationship' with the sisters hasn't really taken form, yet. They consider you a curiosity, though one they're eager to exploit when the mood suits them.
"Have you and your sister done your yoga practice yet, today?" You tilt your head, eyeing her, trying not to bely your interest in the activity. Perhaps obviously, you have a knack for concealing your expressions and motivations, courtesy of being... well, an android.
"Nah, figured we'd blow it today," the redhead shrugs, "missing a day won't kill us."
"My current directives require me to insist," you say lowly, "it is among the tasks on my checklist. Though..." you blink, irises rotating briefly before falling still again, as you process your options. Weighing obligations with desires. "The quality of your effort is non-critical, merely your participation. Perhaps we can reach an agreement."
"Agreement...?" Ava arched a brow, and her Emma suddenly peeks in from behind her, bumping her sister into the doorway completely.
"What's up? What's kickin', Cia?" the other redhead proclaims contently.
"I think she's about to make us some kind of deal," Ava whispers with a conspiratorial nudge to her twin.
"Ooh, can androids make deals?"
You suppress the urge to say '
I can
,' and shake the thought from your mind. "It is in my programming to keep everyone as content as possible."
"Hmmm," Emma narrows her eyes at you, then shrugs. "Alright, let's hear it."
"I will halve the practice time required," you say cautiously, dropping the now-chopped onions into the pot with everything else -- what will be, with some more work, an impressive chowder later on.
"But?" the twins ask, in unison.
"I will watch. And you'll do it naked."
The sisters have different reactions, but neither were the one you'd feared: suspicion. Emma blushes fiercely and falls into a gigglefit, while Ava rolls her eyes, her lips tightening into a wry, sardonic smirk. Acceptable responses. You've had a number of other 'encounters' with them since that night in their room, but have never allowed yourself to seem instigatory, always falling back on simply being an enthusiastic provider of physical services -- this is the first time you've truly let your desire slip. You want more of that... that stimuli, need it, new input to process. More data on why you feel the way you do.
"Looks like we got a horny robot on our hands," Ava chuckles, only to get a quick elbow to the ribs from her twin.
"Android!"
"Right, android. Can androids get horny?"
"I didn't think so. Probably some weird reason we don't get." They're making your own excuses for you. Unexpected, but... welcome. "Alright, hornbot, half the time it is."
You almost smile, but don't, uncertain of the interpretation it would receive. "Very well. I shall complete this task and meet the two of you upstairs."
They nod and scramble off, tumbling over each other like a pair of cute, freckled ferrets -- the two exhibit such a tight bond it's as if they're connected at the hips by an invisible three-inch chain. A blossom of excitement fills you as you hurry through your tasks, preparing dinner
to cook for a long time on low heat... then setting your sights upstairs, and following the sisters to their room. You want to run, but resist. For now, until your understanding of your condition increases, it is critical that your masquerade remain intact.
After a few moments, you arrive, gently knocking on the door and being greeted by the slight, waifish curves of Emma Baker, her freckle-dusted skin already exposed while her twin, behind her, shimmies out of her panties and starts to bundle her sunrise-colored hair into a ponytail. They're exquisite. "Hey Cia," Emma says casually, leaning in to gently kiss your cheek before returning to the task of rolling out her yoga mat. "You ready for us to start?"
"I am," you say gently.
"Wait, wait, hold up," Ava shoots you a glare, "if we have to get naked, so do you."
"Why?"
"Because... those are the rules! If we're all naked it's fine, if it's just us, then it's weird. You don't want it to be weird, do you?"
Your irises do a quick half-spin counter-clockwise, then stop. "Of course not, mistress," you nod, following the teen's instructions and baring yourself to them, though your eyes stay on the naked, petite figures of the Baker twins. "Will this do?"
"Hell yeah," they say in unison, before looking at each other and sharing a giggle.
You watch silently for a while, calmly instructing the pair in their next poses, though including slight... edits, to the session, including more poses you find appealing or provocative. It gives you a rare opportunity to study them, every inch of their skin in every state of motion, and the twins' willowy builds bely their flexibility. Part of you wants to intrude, to interrupt somehow, but another part is content merely to observe -- at least, until you see her begin to develop an erection. Even more exhilarating, Ava notices it as well.
"Em are you getting
