With every slow, even breath Noah takes, my stepbrother Hunter's hands behind me grow bolder, sliding and pressing against the fabric between us. This tent is packed with dozing classmates, I'm a helpless lamb, trapped in his silent game. Never felt a thrill like this, my heart thunders in my ears like a war drum. I clutch my sleeping bag, bite my lip till it bleeds, and pray not a single sound escapes.
