Eden Books Double Dicked By My Father And Brother

I need money for college tuition, so I thought I’d tap my father for some money. But when I get to his house, my brother answers the door and mistakes me as a paid escort.

I can work with this…Who needs a sugar daddy when you can have a sugar brother and a sugar father?

My innocence is shattered as my brother and father claim my body for their pleasure. They dominate me, breed me, and make me their little slut, filling all my holes and leaving me begging for more.

A Filthy Family Ménage story.

All characters are 18+Includes dubious consent in the form of them not knowing who she is.

Word count: 6200. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I don’t want to be here, but I have no choice. Ugh, why did I screw up so badly this year and lose my scholarship? Them’s the breaks, I guess.

I take a deep breath, step out of my beat-up old Volkswagen Bug, and smooth down my pink sundress. I make my way up to the massive oak double doors, my hands trembling as I reach for the gleaming brass doorbell.

I hear it ring inside, then heavy footsteps approaching.

The doors swing open and reveal the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. My breath catches as I take him in. He looks to be in his early thirties, tall and athletic with chiseled features that seem carved by the gods themselves. His wavy chestnut brown hair falls perfectly, begging to be touched, and his piercing green eyes hold a depth that makes my heart flutter.

Holy shit, is this my father? Nah, can’t be. He’s way too young. Maybe he’s just the butler—the butler from god’s country. A warmth spreads through me as I imagine his hands on me, and I can feel my panties growing damp as the Adonis-looking dude scans me up and down with a smirk.

“Wow, dad wasn’t kidding. He asked for someone young this time. Nice dress.”

What the hell? Asked for who to be young this time? A shiver runs down my spine as his gaze lingers on me.

“So, you ready to get this party started, sweetheart?” He glances at his watch before extending his arm, inviting me inside.

Sweetheart? What party? My brain is working overtime, trying to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. He’s so f*cking hot, it’s hard to think. I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion and unwanted attraction. “I’m here to see Mr. Henderson—”

I pause, his words registering like a punch to the gut. He said ‘dad.’ I have an older brother? My heart races as the realization sinks in. My mom never mentioned a half-sibling before she died. Oh great, now I’m going to have to ask our dad for money while a brother I didn’t even know existed is around. Maybe I should come back another time?

I think about my almost empty gas tank and how I live three hours away. Yeah, another time won’t work. My face flushes with embarrassment and anger. Mom and her damn lies…after her death, I found a diary, along with the letters from my dad, filled with so many things she never told me. I shouldn’t be surprised I have a half-brother. The betrayal stings deeply, a constant reminder of the secrets she kept…not to mention that I was just lusting after my own damn brother because of her.

“Look,” my brother runs his hands through his hair. “We don’t have much time before my dad gets back, and I want a shot at your pu$$y before he decides I can only use your mouth. You in, or not?”

My eyes widen as my heart races. Um…I’m not f*cking my brother or dad. I square my shoulders, ready to tell him he can go use the nearest vacuum hose for his pleasure, but something catches my eye and stops me. There’s a gleaming red sports car parked in the driveway. It looks brand new.

My brother notices me eyeing the car and grins, his lips curling in a way that makes my skin prickle. “Like my new toy? Bought it when my latest tech deal closed. If you please me and ask nicely, maybe I’ll take you for a drive later.”

I’m no car expert, but that thing probably costs more than my entire four years at college. Tech deal…he must be loaded. I turn back to him, a filthy idea forming. I’m a v*rgin, but it’s not like I’m saving it for anything. I could f*ck my brother and then reveal who I am before demanding he buys my silence.