There I was.. minding my own business when my annoying pest of a brother comes to bug me. What's new. He isn't even talking. Just standing over me with a very suspicious look on his face.. and his hands behind his back. What do you have?! I fight him and get what comes lose from behind his back!? MY DIARY! What the heck. You not only went through my room.. but with my diary.. my personal stuff.There's polaroids of me in there... and my tits.. and everything else. You saw iron and made copies of the proof to show mom and dad.. unless I do one thing for you... that one thing leads to another and another until I give in and accept my new fate of being a brother fucker.