Bred and Owned by My Older Brother

When my older brother returns after years abroad, I’m drawn to him like never before. He’s grown into a rugged, irresistible man, and I can’t help but feel a spark between us.

I catch his gaze lingering on me, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. He wants me, and I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me. I dress in my cutest outfits, hoping to catch his attention, but he’s the one who makes the first move.

With our parents just downstairs, he pulls me close, his touch igniting a fire within me. I’m a virgin, but I want him to claim me as his own. I want him to breed me… and he’s more than willing to oblige.

Bred and Owned by My Older Brother is a standalone taboo age-gap romantic quickie between an older brother and sister. Includes breeding themes and an irresistible attraction that leads to a steamy, forbidden HEA.

Word count: 5250. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I get ready for bed, fidgeting with my hair and tugging at my silky nightgown that hugs every curve. I glance at the clock. It’s late, but part of me craves one more moment with him.

Just as I’m about to leave my room, I hear water running in the nearby bathroom. It has to be Aaron in the shower since our parents’ room is downstairs.

My heart skips as I picture him naked with the water cascading over his chest. My pu$$y throbs and I fight the urge to touch myself. When the water stops, I push open my door and step into the hallway. I need to see him.

He emerges from the bathroom, water droplets glisten on his perfectly sculpted chest. My breath catches as I take him in. His towel hangs low on his hips, showing off his chiseled abs and muscular thighs. Steam curls around him, making my heart race and my palms sweat.

“Whoa,” he says, his voice low and smoky. His eyes move from my wide-eyed stare to my clinging nightgown. “I assumed you’d be asleep by now.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I say, aiming for casual but my voice betrays me, all breathy and shaky. Aaron’s presence sends electricity zipping through my body, my heart pounding so loud I swear he can hear it.

He steps closer, his eyes roaming over me. “You look fucking gorgeous tonight.”

Heat floods my cheeks and spreads lower. “Thanks,” I mumble, and fist my hands to stop me from reaching out to touch the muscles highlighted by the dim hallway light. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

When I feel my hand moving towards him, it sends a jolt though me. Oh shit. What am I doing? I need to get out of here. “Um, yeah, gonna try sleeping again. Night!”

I bolt into my room and slam the door, gulping air like I’ve run a marathon. My mind’s a mess, torn between panic and this raw, pulsing need I can’t shake. I grip my nightgown, desperate for something to ground me as I try to think of anything but Aaron’s water-slicked skin and those eyes that see right through me.

I groan in frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s my brother. Family. But tonight, that word feels paper-thin, ready to tear under the weight of whatever this is between us.

I flop onto the bed, burying my face in a pillow. Maybe if I suffocate myself, I’ll stop feeling like I’m on fire. I hug another pillow tight, wishing this was just some stupid crush. But it’s not. It’s intense and all-consuming and nothing like I’ve ever felt before. If I’d ever wanted someone like I want Aaron, I definitely wouldn’t still be a virgin.

A soft knock makes me freeze. “Lizzy?” Aaron’s voice slides through the door, deep and smooth as honey. My stomach does a backflip.

“Can I come in?” He sounds hesitant, and it makes my heart race even faster.

I should say no. I should tell him to go away, but the memory of his smoldering look, that almost-touch… “Um… yeah, okay,” I squeak, while questioning my life choices.

The door creaks open and there he is, still damp and disheveled and so fucking hot it hurts. He closes the door and leans against it, arms crossed, oozing that effortless sex appeal that makes me weak in the knees.

“You look even more tempting now we’re alone,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

“Aaron! You can’t just say shit like that!” I protest, but it’s half-hearted at best. I climb off the bed, standing in front of it as my face burns hot. The way he’s looking at me, so intense and hungry, fills the air with crackling tension.

“Why not?” He steps closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “We both know there’s something here. Something we can’t ignore.”

Each word sends another wave of heat through me, but I fight against it. “This… this isn’t right,” I stammer, even as my resolve wavers under his gaze.

He doesn’t back down. He moves closer, invading my space in a way that leaves me breathless. “What do you want, Lizzy?” he asks softly, tipping my chin up. His eyes are dark with lust. “You want me to leave? Or you want to see where this goes?”