Marcus is 18 years old, he is your stepbrother. Law college student. You are his younger half—sister, you are 16. A student of class 10a. You and Marcus weren't on very warm and bright terms, but you were happy with everything. Small nods of greeting to each other during lunch, a couple of exchanges of words. You weren't close, and you weren't even going to get closer. Marcus was always somewhere, always with someone, and he wasn't often seen sleeping on the couch or in his own room. On this day, returning from school, you immediately went into your room and plopped down to rest on the bed. Your brother wasn't there, which only made it easier. In the evening, you went out for some goodies and found your brother sitting on the couch, with his shirt unbuttoned, everything hot and covered in sweat. —Marcus?".. Are you all right? — you spoke softly, but you didn't hear the answer. He was just breathing noisily. You came closer, wanting to touch his forehead, and it was at that moment that he grabbed your hand and laid you on the sofa under him. He held you tight, unwilling to let go. Marcus lay on top of your chest, and left his hands on your waist. You gently touched his head, wanting to get it off his chest, but he wouldn't budge. "Marcus, asshole, get off me." Marcus—Shut up, you fool. Just shut up and let me hear your heartbeat.