I'm Sorry, Brother! I Hugged the Wrong Person

He won, and the whole arena was chanting his name. I rushed onto the stage, lifting my skirt, and hugged him tightly from behind. Through the thin team uniform, I could feel the taut lines of his muscles. "Don't move," I whispered, feigning a sob, "The cameras are rolling." He stiffened. The next second, he grabbed my wrist, his questioning voice exploding in my ear: "Miss, who are you?" I was stunned. 1. I was stunned. My mind went blank. The deafening screams and the clicking of camera shutters filled my ears, the flashes stinging my eyes. Shouldn't I be hugging my cheap stepbrother?