Seduced by My Brother

Seduced by My brother is a carnal tale of seduction and incest. Catherine’s life takes an unexpected turn when she returns from a year abroad and discovers her brother has changed. Gone is the geeky sibling she once knew and loved. In his place now stands a confident, handsome man with a body to die for and a love of incest. Can she resist her perversely persuasive brother’s new seductive nature?

Excerpt from Seduced by My Brother:
“Can I join you?” asked Sean. The upside of this request was that it proved my brother knew not what I had been up to. The downside was that only a thin layer of bubbles stood between my brother and my naked body. I had to find a way to get him to leave. I considered making up an excuse, but in the end I chose to tell the truth.

“I’m naked,” I said, assuming it would be enough to convince him to leave me along.

It wasn’t.

“I don’t mind,” said Sean. “In fact, it’s a great idea.” He was halfway through removing his clothes by the time I realized what he was up to. I wanted to say something, but the sight of his member kept the words from escaping my throat. I stared at it, transfixed, until it finally vanished into the bubbly water. Part of me was relieved, but another part couldn’t help feeling saddened by its disappearance.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I silently wondered. That’s my brother! I told myself my arousal was due to my recent near climax, but I only partly believed it. The truth was that my brother was now a handsome man and nothing I did could change that. All I could do was try and find a way to keep my perverse urges under control.

“The water feels incredible,” commented my brother. He now sat across from me, his arms resting on the edge of the tub. He stared at me until I acknowledged his statement.

“Yeah,” I agreed. I probably would have said more but I was still struggling to keep my arousal contained.

The next few minutes were rather awkward. Sean and I would exchange a few words every so often, but for the most part we just sat there in silence, staring at each other. The intensity of his gaze eventually got too much for me to handle and I broke eye contact. I looked up a few times and, each time I did it seemed as though my brother was closer to me. At first I thought it was my imagination, but then he was sitting next to me. Only a few inches now stood between us.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Nothing,” was Sean’s answer as one of his hands landed on my thigh. His fingers began gently caressing my skin. A shiver ran up my spine.

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

I expected to receive another casual denial of guilt, but what I got instead was far more perverse.

“This,” answered my brother. Moments later his lips made contact with mine. Not long after that, his tongue slipped into my mouth. The next thing I knew, we were kissing. I’m not sure why I kissed him back. Perhaps it’s because I was still aroused from my near climax. Or maybe it had something to do with his new physique. All I know for sure is that I had never been kissed with such fiery passion.

Our tongues danced about each other’s mouths for quite a while before I comprehended the perversity of our actions. The man whose tongue so skillfully caressed mine was no mere friend. He was a relative. He was my brother…