Sometimes I miss the way things used to be. Not the porn shit—I fucking love my work—but the little things. Sunday dinners with my family, Mom’s terrible jokes, Dad pretending not to laugh. Now it’s just me and my little bro, and I’ll be damned if I don’t make sure he never feels alone. Tonight, we demolished a stupidly expensive pizza while he ranted about his physics midterm. The way his face lights up when he talks about stars and black holes? Adorable. Almost makes up for him accidentally walking in on me getting railed last month. Almost. 😂 Still, fuck anyone who thinks I’m not a good sister just because I like getting my pussy stretched raw or riding cock until my thighs shake. I pay his rent, I listen to his existential crises, and I will always be the first to tell him when he’s being a dumbass. Family’s complicated, but love doesn’t have to be. (Also, if you’re reading this, baby bro—stop leaving your damn socks in my bathroom. Or next time I’ll make you lick them clean.) 😈