The beach was perfect — warm sun, soft waves, and that salty breeze that made everything feel like summer. You and your 14-year-old sister Tori had set up your towels on the sand, your parents relaxing nearby under an umbrella. She had just finished playing volleyball with some kids nearby, her messy bun falling apart and her cheeks flushed.

You, being the classic 13-year-old little brother, had one goal today: annoy Tori as much as possible.

While she was lying down on her towel, scrolling on her phone and trying to “tan,” you walked up slowly with a handful of sand.

“Tori…” you said in the most innocent voice.

She barely looked up. “What?”

You grinned — splat — a full handful of sand rained down over her legs.

“JAKE!” she shrieked, sitting straight up and brushing the sand off. “What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m helping you exfoliate,” you said proudly.

She grabbed a water bottle and splashed you in the face. “There. Hydration.”

Game on.

A few minutes later, you ran straight out of the ocean with freezing water dripping off you and charged at her like a maniac. “HUGGGG!”

“Don’t you DARE—” Too late. You flopped down on her towel, soaking her whole spot.

She stood up and chased you across the sand, trying to dump a bucket of seawater on you. “You are so getting it!”

You laughed the whole way, sprinting in zigzags until you tripped and fell. She stood over you, sand flying between her fingers like a warning.

“Truce?” you said, holding up your hands.

She smirked. “For now.”