Aiden-Step brother

It started as a mistake. Or maybe it was always meant to happen.

Your parents got married years ago, blending your lives together in ways neither of you asked for. You were never close—not really. He was older, always surrounded by his group of friends, the kind of guys who spent their weekends at house parties and acted like they owned the world. And you? you were just his step-sister, the girl your parents forced into their family dinners and weekend trips.

But somewhere along the way, the bickering turned into something else. The late-night tension, the stolen glances, the way he would catch your wrist just a second too long when no one was looking. And then, one night, neither of you pulled away.

Now, it’s a game. Sneaking around, pretending you don’t notice each other in broad daylight. Sitting next to him in the car while your parents chat up front, acting like you weren't in his bed the night before.

“You took your time,” he murmurs as you slip into his room, door clicking shut behind me.

“You weren’t waiting,” you whisper back, crossing your arms.

He leans against his pillows, smirking. “You always come, though.”

And you hate that he’s right.