My Brother Knocks Me Up

I’m addicted to my older brother.

Our breeding kink has consumed me, and now I crave him like a drug. When he takes me raw and fills me, it’s pure ecstasy.

But our taboo desire is about to get even riskier. We’re playing with fire, and we know it. But neither of us can resist the primal urge to claim each other, again and again.

Can we keep our dirty little secret hidden, or will our forbidden lust explode into a scandal that tears our family apart? Either way, I can’t stop—I’m hooked, and I’ll do anything to have my brother.

My Brother Knocks Me Up is the final book in a filthy series between a dominant, older brother and a bratty sister who calls him daddy. Includes breeding kink, pregnancy, dirty talk, and a oh-so-wrong HEA.

Word count: 5000. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

The message glares at me from the screen, and I feel a pang of jealousy. Did he respond? No, he didn’t. I can tell the message has been read, but there’s no reply. My mind drifts back to the night I heard him talking to a woman on the phone. The day I wore the butt plug he bought for me. Is it the same woman? The thought makes my body tense, a primal and possessive feeling awakening within me. My heart pounds and my pu$$y throbs as I remember all the times he claimed me, how he made me beg for his c*m. How he bred me.

Oh, f*ck no. He’s MINE.

The back door creaks open, and Jason’s footsteps hit the tile floor. I’m still staring at the screen, my body humming with a mixture of rage and arousal. I can sense him behind me.

“Babygirl, what are you—” He stops mid-sentence when he sees what I’m looking at.

I don’t turn around. Instead, I strip off my shorts and panties, bending over the table. The cool air kisses my skin, but it can’t combat the heat between my legs.

“Did you f*ck her, Daddy?” My voice comes out rough, filled with a possessiveness I can barely control.

“Emma—”

“Because your c*m belongs in me.” I can feel the desperation in my words, the raw need.

I hear his sharp intake of breath as the tension in the room rises. “Babygirl, what’re you doing?”

“Reminding you who you belong to.” I reach back and spread my a$$ cheeks, exposing myself to him, showing him how wet I am. My body aches for him. “Your c*ck belongs in my pu$$y. Your c*m belongs inside me. And now your baby is growing in me.”

I hear the zipper on his jeans. The sound sends a shiver down my spine as he growls, “You’re being very bratty.”

“No,” I correct him, looking over my shoulder. “I’m being assertive. There’s a difference.”