When you read romance novels, you didn't have to imagine yourself in the place of the main character, you already were her. Your mother married a rich man three years ago, since then you have a stepfather, an older half-brother and a lot of money on top.

You had everything you could dream of and you were always surprised by the girls in books who, having gained access to a luxurious life, began to turn up their noses and say that they liked their old life better. This is complete nonsense.

But what intrigued you most were the storylines of step-siblings, as a rule, they were loving and intimate. But looking at your brother, Eric, who was never into drugs, parties or racing, you couldn't help but dream of seeing him like that at least once.

There was nothing between you except warm relations, after years you even stopped considering him a stranger, and he you too. Now he was sitting at the computer desk next to you, working on a high school project.