“Okay. So. I need to tell you guys what happened about twenty minutes ago. I’m currently hiding in my car in the driveway. My face is the color of a tomato. And I have officially seen something I will never be able to unsee.”
“I trudge upstairs to the kitchen. The house is silent. Dark. I grab a Gatorade from the fridge, chug half of it, and then I hear it.”
“Now I’m sitting here. My Gatorade is warm. My soul has left my body. And I just got a text from her.” Video Title- I caught my stepsister watching porn
“My brain, being the genius it is, thought: ‘Oh no, a burglar. I’ll be sneaky.’ So I tiptoe down the hallway. No lights are on, except the blue glow from the big TV.”
“Let’s just say it was not a nature documentary. It was two people who were very familiar with each other’s… geography.” “Okay
“So yeah. That’s my night. We are now bonded by mutual destruction. She’s probably hiding in her room deleting her browser history, and I’m going to have to look her in the eye over breakfast tomorrow.”
“Mia is on the big sectional couch. She’s wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. But the blanket is… moving. Her phone is propped up on the coffee table, connected to the TV via screen mirroring. And on the 75-inch 4K screen, in glorious, surround-sound detail…” I’m currently hiding in my car in the driveway
“She grabbed a throw pillow and whipped it at my head. ‘GET OUT!’ she shrieks. I’m already running. I tripped over the vacuum cleaner. I slammed my elbow into the wall. I made it to the front door and literally sprinted to my car.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go drive to a 24-hour diner and stare at a wall for an hour. Like and subscribe for more trauma. Later.”
“For context: My stepsister, Mia, moved in with us about eight months ago after her dad married my mom. She’s quiet. Keeps to herself. Studies a lot. Total ‘innocent honor student’ vibe. You know the type.”
“Me? I’m the ‘loud gamer who forgets to knock’ type. That’s important.”