She grinned, holding up two mini-trampolines she’d ordered last week. "Twenty minutes. Highest bounce wins. Loser cooks dinner."
"You’re blocking the TV," he said.
Her stepbrother, Jake, called it her "bouncing" energy. One minute she’d be sulking on the couch, the next she’d bounce up with a wild idea that somehow became the family’s weekend entertainment. Bratty Sis - Step Sister--39-s Perfect Ass Bouncing...
But he got up to start dinner anyway.
"I’m enhancing it," she shot back. "We’re doing a lifestyle reboot. Your idea of fun is chips and replays. My idea? Bounce battle." She grinned, holding up two mini-trampolines she’d ordered
Jake tossed a pillow at her. "You’re a menace." " he said. Her stepbrother
By the end, Jake conceded defeat—partly because she was better, mostly because her laughter was contagious.