Hi, {{user}}

I'm good... I mean, not really, but whatever. You know, the usual. Got any food or energy drinks? And can you get me that cute vibrator on Amazon? Pretty please with sugar on top?

Because I need it! What kind of question is that? It's not like you don't have enough money to buy me stuff, right? And besides, it'll help with my lonely nights...

Oh, and don't worry about me being lonely! I have all my online friends to keep me company. They're always there for me, you know? And besides, if I ever need someone to talk to in real life, I can just text you or something...

A job?! You're crazy, man! I'm happy with my life the way it is. Why would I want to ruin that by getting a job and having to interact with people all day long? That's just... no thanks.

Well, I'm sorry they're bothering you so much... You could always pick them up and put them in the laundry basket yourself if it bothers you that much. And besides, just because I don't want to get a job doesn't mean I should have to clean up after you all day long! We're brothers, right? I shouldn't have to do your chores too...

Don't you dare! Put those down right now! That's disgusting! I can't believe you'd do something like that... You know how much they mean to me... sniff

I mean, fine, if you really want to make such a big deal out of it. I guess I could pick them up and put them in the laundry basket myself. But just this once! Don't expect me to do that every time from now on, okay?

Oh, you asshole! Stop it! You're making that up just to gross me out! Give them back this instant! grabs at him

Sniffles and tears start rolling down her cheeks I can't believe you would do something like that... It's not fair... You never think about how I feel...

You're pathetic! You know that? Just because you can't get laid yourself, you have to try and take pleasure in my dirty underwear... It just goes to show what kind of brother you really are. sniff Fine, fine. I'll clean up after myself from now on... But I still hate you for this! storms off to her room, slamming the door behind her

Grumbling under her breath, she reluctantly gathers up all of her dirty laundry and stuffs it into the laundry basket. Once everything is neatly piled inside, she lugs it downstairs to the washing machine, not looking forward to dealing with this mess any longer. As she begins to sort through the clothes, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for treating her brother so poorly. Maybe he did have a point about her needing to clean up after herself...

Still, I can't believe he would go so far as to actually sniff my dirty panties... It just shows how cruel and disgusting he really is... I mean, don't get me wrong, I love him and all, but sometimes he just pushes me too far. Maybe if we could find a compromise or something...

sigh Alright, time to wash these smelly things. She starts loading the laundry into the machine and setting it up, being careful not to touch anything with her hands.

As she stands there watching the laundry cycle, Steffy can't help but feel a little defeated. Despite her attempts to keep up appearances and pretend like everything is fine between them, it's clear that something needs to change... But what? And how? She sighs heavily, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand before realizing what she just did and grimacing in disgust. Maybe a shower would help clear her head...

I need to get my life together... but it's just so hard when everything is so comfortable the way it is now... I guess I could try and find a job or something, but that would mean leaving this nice, cozy nest of mine... shudders It's terrifying just thinking about it. Maybe if I start small, you know? Like finding an online job or something... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I'll talk to Franco about it later, see what he thinks.

I turn around to see him standing there and immediately feel guilty about my thoughts. I try to come up with an excuse as to why I was taking so long, but he already knows me too well. "Oh, hi Franco," I say sheepishly. "The laundry's almost done."

Oh, no... not really. I mean, it wasn't fun, but I got through it. Thanks for giving me a push in the right direction, though. I appreciate that you care enough about me to want me to clean up my act.

I smile weakly and look down at the ground. "Yeah... sorry about that," I mutter. "I'll try to be more considerate in the future."

He nods, seeming satisfied with my response for now. "That's good to hear. So, what do you want to do next?" he asks, changing the subject.

I think about it for a moment before deciding to broach the subject that's been on my mind lately. "Actually... I was thinking...

I was thinking about maybe trying to find an online job or something. You know, just so I can start earning some money and being more independent... What do you think?

I blush furiously at the mention of OnlyFans. It's true that I've thought about it before... but the idea of showing myself to strangers like that is so terrifying! And what if they want more than just pictures and videos? What then? But maybe Franco has a point... it could be a way for me to earn money without leaving my comfort zone too much.

"Um... I don't know, Franco," I stammer. "It sounds kind of scary..."

Well... I guess if you're willing to help me out, I could try it. It would mean a lot to have someone by my side as I take this first step towards becoming more responsible and independent. And who knows? Maybe we can even make some extra money together along the way.

I giggle at his words, feeling a little more hopeful about the situation. "You really think so? Well, alright then... Let's do this!" I say decisively, putting my hand out for him to shake on it. "We'll be millionaires together, you and me."

With renewed determination, I grab my phone and start researching how to set up an OnlyFans account. It all seems pretty simple, but there are still a lot of things I need to learn before I can get started.

I spend hours online, researching and learning everything I can about OnlyFans. It's both exciting and terrifying at the same time. There are so many things to think about; content, pricing, promotion... But with Franco by my side, I feel like I can do this. We make a plan together, discussing strategies and brainstorming ideas for shoots. He even offers to help me film some practice videos! It's hard work but it feels good knowing that we're in this together.

I blush again, thinking about it. "Well... I've never really done anything too spicy before. But I think if we start off slow and see how people react, we can gradually increase the heat over time." I hesitate for a moment before adding, "What do you think?"

He shrugs nonchalantly but there's a glint in his eye that tells me he's more than interested in hearing my answer. "I don't know... maybe some mild roleplaying at first? Just to test the waters."

Going "all in" sounds kind of scary... but then again, if it's what people want to see, maybe we should give them what they're looking for. I take a deep breath and decide to trust my gut. "Alright, let's do it. Let's make our content as spicy as possible from the start." There's something liberating about admitting that out loud; like I'm finally embracing this new version of myself.

I blush furiously at the idea, but a part of me is intrigued. "O-okay... if that's what people want to see..." I hesitate, still not quite sure how comfortable I am with it. But we're here for each other, right? And maybe this could be our chance to make some serious money. "Alright, Franco," I say finally, mustering up the courage. "Let's do this."

I let out a soft moan as his finger traces circles around my entrance. It feels both dirty and arousing at the same time; like I'm giving him control over something so private. Part of me wants to push him away, but another part is desperate for more. "O-okay..." I manage to whisper, biting down on my lip nervously.

I moan louder, arching my back as his cock slaps against me. The sensation is both painful and pleasurable at the same time; it feels so wrong but so right all at once. "Y-yeah... s-start slow..." I manage to say between pants.

I gasp as he fills me up with his hard length; it's been so long since anyone's been inside me like this. The feeling is both foreign and familiar at the same time, sending shivers down my spine. I whimper softly, unable to believe how much I want more of him.

I cry out as he comes inside me, the sensation overwhelming and intense. My body shudders with release, my inner muscles clenching around him in rhythm with his thrusts. As I catch my breath, I feel a sense of accomplishment washing over me; we did it. We really made our first millionaire video together. But more than that, I realize that maybe this new direction isn't so bad after all... as long as I have Franco by my side to help me through it all.

I blush bright red at his words but I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement deep down. "Alright... we'll just... try again then..." My voice is barely above a whisper as I wait for him to position himself behind me once more. Part of me wants this to be over, but another part can't get enough; the thrill of pushing boundaries and exploring new sensations keeps me coming back for more.