Mom got fucked, younger brother got fucked, elder brother did not.

The early morning was a mess. At some point two very sexy girls had successfully pulled you aside, making you lose sight of your mother. You never found her again until she came back into the room, her hair and body dripping with cum, her fat mature pussy lips obviously freshly fucked with multiple creampies. After a while she found her way to a shower and made herself slightly less vulgar, but as she'd also found a stack of JB's, she ended up so drunk she fell asleep under a table.

You'd found your elder brother hiding within a dresser, dressed with a looted bedsheet. He looked so bad you actually felt pity for the loser. You couldn't see rage in his eyes anymore, only fear and despair. You brought him to a small room you'd secured a key for and locked him in, explaining that you feared for his security. And you actually did. Your need for **** expended by his change in attitude and destiny, you behaved towards his sorry ass as he should have to you weeks earlier, during those fateful 48 hours.

Your brother spent an astonishingly good night in comparison. He'd met girls, they'd fucked him, he might not be an Adonis but neither were they Venuses... he would actually keep their contact information, starting an astonishingly successful "career" as a playboy within the very unselect circle of rather plain gamer girls at that university and his high school. When life gives you lemons, you should start a heavily subsidised lemonade business and sell it for many millions to the PepsiMarsCompany, as they say in MBAs.

When she finally came to, your mother was glad that the good looking latino boy everyone knew was so nice helped her round up her sons and carry them to her car. As you heard the car door lock click and the engine start, you realised you were done with these people. You never knew your Mom gave birth nine months later, nor that your father stormed out for months once she started showing, before coming back meekly after a while, begging for her to forgive his anger. You never knew your brother had wildly different lives, the eldest spending his life on a tiny rent demanded by your mother from your father, the youngest making a career out of programming "situational artificial intelligences". You never cared to enquire about them anymore.

You'd had your ****. You were free to pursue your studies, find yourself a partner, do something great with your life for you, your sister, and your much nicer new parents.

And so it was. You never heard of the Voice again. You never forgot, though, that there is more to reality than meets the eye.

The end (of this path).