Ass of a StepBrother
You're not supposed to want the one who torments you.
When my stepbrother, Justin , came to live with us my senior year, I wasn't prepared for how much of a jerk he'd be.
I hated that he took it out on me because he didn't want to be here.
I hated that he brought girls from our high school back to his room.
But what I hated the most was the unwanted way my body reacted to him.
At first, I thought all he had going for him were his rock-hard tattooed arm,abs and chiseled face. Then, things started changing between us, and it all came to a head one night.