Feed Me Your Sausage, Stepbro!

Tall, handsome, charming - there's only one thing wrong with Toby: he's my stepbrother!

"You know Toby is coming to the cookout this afternoon, right?" Mom asks.

I never planned on having a stepbrother, especially this late in life, but it looks like I've got one now. Toby was away on a gap year trip to Greece when Mom and Reese got hitched, so my first time meeting him will be at the Memorial Day cookout.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't what I got: Toby is handsome, tall, and charming, and comes fully equipped for a good time; I find myself falling for him the minute I lay eyes on him. Why does he have to be my stepbrother?