It starts out wholesome enough, or wholesale enough, if you will: One membership. One brother. A simple arrangement built on trust and discounted rotisserie chickens. He asks to tag along sometimes to avoid paying the fee. Reasonable. Harmless. Classic family sharing energy. Then the receipts start telling a different story. Multiple weekly trips. Four-digit totals. The account suddenly looks less like normal errands and more like someone is provisioning a bunker. A quick check later, and the truth comes out. Big Brother did not lend a membership. He accidentally incubated a startup