My Stepbrothers’ Plus-sized Obsession
When I raise my head, Valentin is standing merely inches away from me, his left hand gripping the chest aid box…tight.
I hold my bloody sweater over my body, clutching it firmly to my chest with hopes that it does well to cover my breast and my tummy.
My stretch marks, my bruises from Brandon’s beatings, my million and one imperfections, I want to keep them away from his perfect gaze.
Val’s eyes darken on my neck as he reaches for me, taking a fistful of my sweater. I try to pull it back, away from him, but he doesn’t let it go.