Falling For My Hockey StepbrotherUpdated at Sep 15, 2026, 01:13
SIRI
He was off-limits. My stepbrother. My obsession.
He was everything I couldn’t let myself have, everything I couldn’t let myself be drawn to, because a girl like me? Broken, insecure, bitter? I didn’t deserve to be looked at the way Jackson looked at me. The way his touch remained imprinted on my body was intoxicating, dangerous, and the way I found myself getting drunk on everything Jackson made me feel had every warning bell in my head going off.
So I did the only thing I knew how to do: I ran.
JACKSON
I didn’t know when I started looking for her in every room I walked into, or when, before every game, my eyes started searching the arena for her. She was all I could see, the only person in the crowd I looked for, and somewhere along the way, she became the person I played for.
It was meant to be a secret, something hidden, something that should never have become more, but with every kiss I left on her skin, with every layer I peeled back and saw the broken girl underneath all that sarcasm and bitterness, I fell.
Oh, how I fell.
But Siri wouldn’t be Siri if she made it easy, and I wouldn’t be Jackson if I let her sharp tongue, harsh words, and the walls she kept building between us kill what I felt for her.
If anything, they only made me burn hotter for her.
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It was wrong, it was forbidden, and they were completely off-limits to each other, but we all know that sometimes the wrong things are the ones that burn so good.