My Brother Makes Me Call Him Daddy

Will this bratty sister let her older brother get the better of her, or will their battle of wills thrill them both?

My parents are out of town and my brother thinks he’s going to lounge around the pool while they’re gone and use the house like a hotel. He’s fine to do that, but I’m not going to change my life for him, and that includes sunbathing in the nude. If he doesn’t like it, he can go find somewhere else to stay.

Except when he gets angry and takes a firm hand to my backside, I love it more than I expect and now I can’t stop daydreaming about what else he can do to me while we’re all alone in the house together.

All the characters in this story are 18+

Word count: 6900. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I’m getting one last day of nude sunbathing before I’m forced to put on a bikini. Music is blaring in my earbuds, so I don’t realize anyone is here until a shadow falls over me. I crack my eyes open and stare into my brother’s dark green eyes. Uh sh*t!
Oh f*ck, he’s hot. His salt and pepper hair and chiseled facial features make my pu$$y hum. He looks like the type of man who gets plenty of women and knows how to take care of them.
When his gaze drops to my bare breasts, my n*pples harden and I fight the urge to cover myself in embarrassment. People who show up a day early can’t be mad when they see their sister naked. He says something that I can’t hear over my music, so I pull one of my earbuds out.
“What?” I try to keep my tone even, but I know I sound snotty.
His eyes travel down my body, pausing briefly at my shaved pu$$y before returning to my face. My pu$$y hums to life and I feel myself growing wet. Oh great, it’s been so long since I’ve f*cked anyone, now I’m getting hot and bothered for my own damn brother.
He gives me a hard look. “Emma, this isn’t going to work.”
I’m not sure what he means by ‘this,’ but I shrug at him. “I’ll let Mom and Dad know you stopped by and decided not to stay. Enjoy your Fourth!”
Nobody’s forcing him to stay here, and I don’t want him ruining my peaceful sanctuary.
He barks out a laugh. “Oh, I’m staying, but you need to put some clothes on now that I’m here.”
Oh really, he thinks he can tell me what to do? I quirk an eyebrow at him. “I’m good like this. If you want to live with me, you’re gonna have to adjust.”
I give my brother a smug smile, pop my earbuds back in, and close my eyes. I can tell he moves away, and I let myself drift as I listen to music. See, I just need to hold firm on what I want. He’s the unwanted guest here, not me.
After a bit, I sense movement nearby, so I open my eyes. Jason stretches out on the lounge chair next to me. The only thing he’s wearing are shorts, and my mouth drops open.
H*ly fuck. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt earlier so I didn’t realize how fit he was. He’s muscular, and his chest has a nice shape with a light covering of hair. It’s a different look from the guys I usually sleep with since none of them have enough chest hair to make a statement. The hair on Jason’s chest trails down into his shorts, forming a distinct V shape that leaves me wondering what he looks like without clothes.
Sh*t, why am I thinking of my brother naked? It’s one thing for him to arrive early and catch me sunbathing. It’s another thing entirely for me to be wondering if he’s got a thick c*ck.
He’s watching me and his expression tightens when I look down at his shorts. There’s definitely a bulge there that’s pulling my eyes to it like a magnet. When he clears his throat, I tear my gaze away from his crotch and look up at him again.
“I think you misunderstood me earlier,” he says as he glances towards my breasts before our eyes meet again.
I take a deep breath and release it slowly, but no matter how hard I try, my n*pples stay hard.
“What do you mean?” I ask casually, pretending ignorance.
“I said this won’t work unless you put some clothes on.”
I shrug. “I heard that, but I don’t care.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and fixes me with a stern look as his gaze slides along my body once more. My n*pples tighten further under his stare, and my pu$$y throbs in time to my pulse. I squeeze my legs together to ease the tension between them. I have to resist the urge to rub my thighs together to get relief. F*ck, why am I so aroused? This is wrong. I can’t get turned on by my brother!