The living room was dimly lit as Dad, me and stepbro enjoyed the tv show.

I sat together with my stepbrother on the two sitter cushion, while my dad was on a different cushion a little bit far from us.

And all of a sudden, my step brother's fingers brushed my thighs.

I felt it at first but I just thought it was a mistake. I didn't give it any attention.

It happened again.

I looked at him but he seemed too engrossed in the TV show.

“Maybe it was just a repeat mistake,” I said to myself.

I adjusted, shifting slightly farther away from him.

But then he shifted...