One day, while our parents were out, Mia cornered me in the kitchen. "Hey, bro," she said, winking at me. "What do you say we have some fun?"
Mia was a year older than me, and she had a way of making me feel like I was the most interesting person she'd ever met. She'd flirt with me shamelessly, making jokes and teasing me in front of our parents. I tried to brush it off as just sibling rivalry, but deep down, I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me.
I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of fun?"
