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## Scene 1: The Chemistry at the Bar
Honestly though, I could not blame her for wanting to mount my brother in the middle of the bar. Brett is gorgeous. His chiseled jaw had the faint beginnings of stubble and often would slope into an easy grin. In fact, his smile was the thing that everyone talked about. It was the kind of sly smile that seemed almost hypnotic and often was instrumental in getting us out of trouble when we were younger. Even as a young girl, I knew there was something dashing and rakish about my stepbrother. As I got older, I truly began to appreciate his qualities.
I moved in closer to Brett, putting my arm around his shoulders, my crotch just barely nuzzli
