Bully My Sister

In the open kitchen, Hector stood right behind me, trapping me against the counter.

One hand slipped toward my apron, while the other casually grabbed a blueberry and pushed it toward my mouth.

My face flushed.

He smirked, his voice full of teasing. “Sis, you’ve got quite the bite.”

From the dining area across the room, Mommy Jenny turned her head and looked at me, confused. “Jenny, are you cold? Why are you shivering?”

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I never thought that the person I had a crush on for three years would end up becoming my stepbrother.