My Brother’s Little Acorn
An SPH Experience by thrwawylollol. I’ve always known my younger brother likes to party hard. He’s twenty-four, built like a brick shithouse—broad shoulders, thick arms from all that gym work, a solid six-foot-two frame that makes him look like he could bench press a car. But when he drinks, he turns into a complete clown. Blackout drunk almost every weekend, stumbling around, making a tit of himself, and usually ending up passed out somewhere he shouldn’t be. I’ve had to
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