No, his sister arrives ahead of schedule and sees the Rulebook

Emma came home tired, around ten thirty at night. She was supposed to stay with her best friend that night, but her mother called her and asked her to come babysit her little sister, so she had to come back... that was going to be a long weekend. She advanced through her living room, reaching the corridor where the room she shared with her brother John was, much to her misfortune. It was very annoying having to share a room with a boy who was horny most of the day, and even more so when he had caught him several times staring at her ass.

Her parents had gotten her that flat when both brothers said they were going to study at the same university, and they weren't going to take no for an answer. Added to that, their parents stopped sending them so much money, since Emma had a job, and they believed that John did too, and, in their words, that way they would learn the value of hard work. Too bad that John prefers to focus on hanging out with his friends, parties and other stupid things before contributing something. The only reason she hadn't kicked his out yet was that her parents would be on top of her.

With a sigh, she entered her room, seeing that her brother, as usual, was sleeping without a shirt and in his boxer shorts. Rolling her eyes from him, she was careful not to wake him up in her closet, stepping past the desk they shared until she could buy her own. Curiously, she noticed a black notebook that she was sure was not hers, and as she got closer, she saw the title, "The Rulebook" . She looked at her brother for a moment, wondering if she should look, but remembering how he used to read her journal without her permission, she shrugged and opened the notebook.

The first page was black, with white letters on it, detailing a series of instructions for using it, and in the back of her mind it was reminiscent of the **** Note. Turning the page, she saw the rules Jhon had set, sighing at the sight. Of course, the idiot of her brother had believed that nonsense and, in addition, had written perverted "rules". She should have been more infuriated with the **** thing, it was clear what she wanted, but she was too tired, so she would leave it for tomorrow.

Nonchalantly, she left the Rulebook in her place, grabbed her spare pajamas, and went to the bathroom to shower, not suspecting that, by observing the rules before they were executed, she had been regarded by the strange book as an owner.