Naughty or Nice for Her Brother

When my older brother Sebastian returns home for the holidays and I find him snapping naked selfies by the Christmas tree, I never expected him to bend me over his lap and call me filthy names… nor did I expect to love it.

My brother captivates me with his dominance, and suddenly I want him to be my first. I’m a slut for my brother, what can I say?

Naughty or Nice for Her Brother is a standalone taboo romantic quickie exploring the intense connection between a brother and sister. It features first-time experiences, dirty talk, and an irresistible attraction that leads to a filthy HEA. All characters are 18+

Word count: 6250. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I’m almost to the kitchen when I hear it–a soft rustle, then a muted click. Is someone awake? I freeze, straining my ears. Another click. It’s coming from the living room.

Curiosity overrides my fear. I inch towards the sound, peeking around the corner. My jaw drops.

There’s Sebastian, illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. He’s wearing nothing but a Santa hat, his phone held out in front of him. Click. Another naked selfie. The flash highlights every muscle, every curve of his body. A gasp escapes my lips before I can stop it.

My brother’s head snaps in my direction. When he sees it’s me, his lips curve up in an impish grin. “Well hello, Ava. Do you like what you see?”

My cheeks burn, and my heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it. I open my mouth, but no words come out. My inexperience feels like a gaping void, and I’m overwhelmed by how much I want to touch him, to learn everything about being with a man.

Why isn’t he covering up? And more importantly, who the hell is he taking those pictures for? A wave of jealousy hits me, mixing with a longing to be the one he’s trying to impress.

I know I should look away, but I can’t. I’m transfixed by his cock. Holy hell he’s hot. I’ve always been the good girl, but seeing him naked makes my mind whirl with filthy, forbidden thoughts. Even if I wanted to seduce my brother, I have no idea what to do.

When he can tell I’m not going to answer, he lowers the phone but makes no move to cover himself. I shiver as a wicked grin spreads across his face. “Were you spying on me, little cookie?”

His velvety rumble when he says ‘little cookie,’ makes my insides melt a little. A twisted part of me enjoys him giving me a nickname. It makes me feel special.

His gaze lingers on my lips, then travels down my body. Suddenly, I feel like I’m the one who’s naked. He’s looking at me like I really am a cookie that he can’t wait to devour. The hunger in his expression makes my knees weak. My secret crush on him is incredibly inconvenient.

“I… I was just… going to the kitchen. I was hungry,” I stammer.

It’s not a lie, but it feels like one now. My need for food has been replaced by a different kind of craving. I’m torn between a yearning to stay and an urge to flee. Part of me wants him to call me “little cookie” again, to hear that affectionate tone in his voice.

He chuckles, stepping closer. The distance between us shrinks, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Hungry, huh? Tell me something, little cookie. Have you been naughty or have you been nice this year?”

My mind races with conflicting emotions. The good girl in me is screaming to leave, to forget this ever happened. But the other part, the part that’s been slowly awakening these past two years, is urging me to take a chance and see if I really can seduce my brother.

This is my chance to be honest, to finally admit what I’ve been feeling. I straighten my posture, gathering every ounce of courage I can muster. “I’ve been…” The words stuck in my throat. “I’ve been naughty,” I finally blurt out.

As his smile takes on a dangerous edge, desire blazes in his eyes. I feel an unexpected surge of longing that pulls at my core. His voice is a low, seductive rumble. “Really? And what makes you say that?”

I shrug, my cheeks flaming. “I haven’t done anything with a guy before, but I’ve thought about it. A lot… with you.” I whisper the last part, feeling a mix of shame and exhilaration.