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"Wait, the Derek Miller? The guy who’s been making your life a living hell since freshman year? You guys are gonna be... stepbrothers?" I nodded, sliding down the door until my butt hit the floor. I buried my face in my hands, my ginger hair falling over my eyes. "I honestly don't think God likes me very much. It’s like some sick, cosmic joke. My bully is officially being folded into my family tree."

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

He is my stepbrother, he has always been that and will remain like that. I don't even know how to feel about that, I won't lie and say I didn't feel anything for him. These past weeks of getting along with him, watching sunsets. Him sculpting a sculpture of me, defending me while mother wanted to marry me off and now we are in the kitchen cooking together. I fell for him, I hate to admit it but I found myself falling for him already and there is no one I can talk to about it. I know it's wrong, I have been in denial with myself for a long time. Deceiving myself that I was just trying to be a good sister to him since he apologized for not standing up for me while I was getting bullied.

he asked, and I could see the corner of his mouth twitch as he tried not to laugh. I shot him an annoyed look. “Stepsister.” “Yes, yes, stepsister,” he quickly corrected himself, still fighting back a chuckle. “You know, we never thought Elara would one day end up living under the same roof as you. Especially after all the bullying back in high school.” My jaw tightened. While he was right, hearing him say it out loud irritated the hell out of me. I looked away, taking another drag. “But, dude, you really have to stop bullying her. She's living with you now. She's practically your sister and”

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

I said softly. “What? Why?” Because yesterday I found out that Caden, my two-year crush, was going to be my stepbrother, and now I’m living under the same roof with him. He’s arrogant, proud, cold, and definitely hates me. A sigh escaped my lips; I couldn’t possibly tell her that. “Mom wants me to visit her sick aunt tomorrow,” I lied. “Oh… I thought she died last year, or is there another?” Shit. “You’re lying,” she added.”

And now, I discover that I will be forced to live in the same house with him. We are about to become siblings. My bully as my stepbrother? "We don't have to go on with it. You are my priority, so if you don't want this, then I won't do it," Mum had said to me after she watched me turn into a ghost while I processed the news. Of course, I wasn't in support of the marriage. But Mum has sacrificed her life for me. I would be a brat not to support her. So I shoved all my feelings down like a big girl, told her I was happy for her and that we could move whenever she wanted.

I lurched forward, slammed into the arm of the couch, and my eyes flooded. I clenched my teeth and didn't make a sound. She kept going, faster now. Back, arms, thighs, working through them in turn. I couldn't think. The only thing I could focus on was keeping my hands up, keeping her off my face. "I told Chris a hundred times to deal with you. He couldn't bring himself to do it." Her voice cracked at the edge. "Fine. I'll do it for him." "You've got the wrong person," I forced out through my teeth. "I'm his sister."

I felt as though my achievements were always overshadowed by my brother's accomplishments, reinforcing the notion that I was indeed the lazy child. To top it, the bullying didn't stop at comparisons and verbal jabs; physical intimidation was also a part of our dynamic. My brother would use his strength and size advantage to push me around and assert his dominance. He was very big growing up and once he pounce on me, I would allow him to hit me without making a noise. These instances left me feeling powerless and further reinforced the idea that I was inferior. That was why I resulted to hockey. It was my way out of the abject depression I was slowly diving into like a wrecked ship.

’’ “Guess me moving school meant nothing.’’ ‘’Small world, fucking small world,’’ mom said, shaking her head. I pushed my plate back. ‘’I’m going to bed.’’ My mom grabbed my hand. I could see that she has a lot to say but instead she said. ‘’Sleep well, sweetheart.’’ On my way up to bed, I paused and couldn’t help but stare at my new stepbrother’s door. I wonder if I should tell him that was the room my father died in? Either way, I could tell that we would never get along. Just our first meeting said it all. He was my bully on top of that, so both my school life and home life would be hell. I closed my door behind me and leaned on it for a while. Now why the hell was someone so incredibly h