“Aw, is my big brother going to miss me?” He gets up from my bed, and I gasp as he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. Taking my cheek with his other hand, he swipes the sticky lip gloss across my mouth with his thumb. My brother pulls my bottom lip down, watching it snap back. He looks… mesmerized? And for some reason, I’m stuck in a trance too as he grabs my chin, pulling my hair hard enough that I hiss, yet I don’t fight him or tell him to stop. A part of me wants him to tug harder—I want him to… something. What’s happening? He releases me and backs away, his chest rising and falling as
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