There I was.. minding my own business when my annoying pest of a step-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 step-sonal 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 step-mom and step-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 step-brother fucker.