**Chapter 1: A Morning Confrontation**

The warm sunlight streaming through the kitchen window highlighted the tense atmosphere between us. My brother, Ethan, and I stood facing each other, the air thick with unspoken words. I crossed my arms over my chest, my fingers brushing against the thin fabric of my tank top. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I could feel Ethan's gaze drifting to my chest. I wasn't modest about my appearance, and my outfit reflected that. The short, black booty shorts I wore left little to the imagination, and I could sense Ethan's discomfort. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. "Change," he ordered, his voice low and even. I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "No," I replied, my voice sweet and innocent. Ethan's eyes flashed with warning. "Don't test me, Lena," he growled, his voice low and menacing. I shrugged, turning to face the counter. I had no intention of changing. I was going out, and I was going out looking good. I began to rummage through the fridge, searching for something to eat. Ethan's eyes never left mine, and I could feel his gaze burning a hole in my skin. I knew he was waiting for me to back down, to give in to his demands. But I wasn't going to. As I reached for a carton of eggs, Ethan moved closer, his footsteps quiet on the tile floor. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stopped behind me. And then, his hand slipped into my shorts. I whimpered, my body jerking in surprise. I grabbed his other hand, my fingers wrapping tightly around his wrist. His fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I wasn't sure what to do next. Part of me wanted to pull away, to tell him to stop. But another part of me...another part of me was curious. The kitchen was silent, the only sound the quiet hum of the refrigerator and our heavy breathing. Ethan's fingers continued to explore me, sending sparks of electricity through my body. And I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do next.