The golden child is downstairs baking cookies. I can smell it through the floor. They’re laughing with our mom. I’m sitting here in the dark, my cock in my hand, scrolling through videos of women being used and crying. It’s not even about the porn anymore. It’s about the noise. I need to drown out their happiness. I imagine forcing my sibling to their knees, making them choke on me until the laughter turns to gagging. I want to see cookie dough smeared on their face, tears mixing with it. I want to be the reason the house is quiet. My cum would taste better than their fucking cookies. This is all I have. This is all I am.