My Brother’s Innocent Breeding Slut

Brother Sister Incest Erotica. Seeing my brother ignites a fire in me. I want him to be my first, and I will get what I want. 

My brother is all I have thought about for the last two years, and now I’m finally seeing him in the flesh. He and I are visiting our parent’s beach house at the same time, and seeing him again is a shock to my senses.

I still want him.

It’s so wrong but I don’t care. I’ve never had sex before and I’m tired of waiting. I want my brother to be my first.

When I throw myself at him, I’m not prepared for what happens when I tell him I want it hard.

My Brother’s Innocent Breeding Slut 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 filthy HEA.

Word count: 5300. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

He leans down, his lips inches from mine. I can feel his warm breath on my skin, and I close my eyes in anticipation. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he steps back. “We can’t do this.”

Disappointment washes over me, and I try to pretend it doesn’t matter. “If you say so.”

I take a step back as my body protests. I tell myself it’s for the better. It would be wrong for us to hook up, bit the desire burning inside me makes it hard to care. It’s not like I want to marry him; what’s so wrong with one night together? No one would have to know.

Brent’s gaze softens, and he reaches out to gently tuck a stray red lock of hair behind my ear. “We should go back. It’s getting late.”

His touch makes me long for more, so I nod, unable to trust my voice. We turn to walk back to the beach house.

As I climb the stairs to my bedroom, I can feel his eyes on me, burning into my back like a brand. The sensation is maddening. Why does the universe hate me? Why does the sexiest guy on Earth have to be my brother?

Once I’m in my room, I change into my nightshirt and slide under the covers. The sheets feel cool against my heated skin, but I toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, all centered around Brent.

I can’t help but imagine the line of women at his competitions, desperate to be with him. Why would he even want me? I’m being foolish. There’s no way I can compete with all the sexy women in bikinis. My own body image issues surface as I think about my small breasts, which I’d always hoped would grow. At twenty-one, I’m starting to accept that I’ll always be a member of the itty-bitty-titty committee.

The ghost of his touch lingers on my skin, and I imagine what it would be like to feel his hands exploring every inch of my body. The thought is thrilling, and the forbidden nature of it only intensifies my desire. God dammit, why does life have to be so complicated?