I was never attracted to my sister until my mother made a simple mistake one morning while I was getting ready for school. I was in the eighth grade, preparing for school on a typical weekday morning.
While my sister showered, I watched the previous night's sports highlights. All my interests were masculine, and I had the blossoming machismo ego to go with it. I learned many of my behaviors from my group of friends, valuing qualities like strength over sensitivity. Anyways, I finished my cereal synchronously with my sister turning off the shower and headed to my room.