Eden Books Slutty Sisters Taboo Brother Sister Incest Bundle

5 Filthy Standalone Stories where the sister decides her brother is going to take her innocence and breed her.

The bundle includes light dubcon themes in one book. Everyone is having a good time.

It Includes:

My Brother Makes Me BegI’m moving into my brother’s house while I attends college, but I wasn’t expecting her older brother to be so hot.

My Brother Spanks Me for Being a SlutA game of truth and dare gets spicy when I stay with my older brother when touring a nearby college.

My Brother’s Innocent Breeding SlutSeeing my brother ignites a fire in me. I want him to be my first, and I will get what I want.

Dancing Dirty for My BrotherMy brother is getting married in two days. Before he does, I’m going to disguise myself as a stripper for his bachelor party. I want him to be my first. (light dubcon theme)

Bred and Owned by My Older BrotherMy brother’s back in town, and he’s hotter than ever. I can’t resist his charm. I want him to be my first.

All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt of Dancing Dirty for My Brother

The music starts, and I love the way the guys seem enthralled by me. “So, who’s the groom? I’m supposed to give him a lap dance.”

Brandon coughs, and one of his friends laughs, pointing at him. “He’s the groom.”

When Brandon gives me a soft smile, a warmth rushes through me. God, I hope I don’t fall flat on my face. I took dance classes up until high school, so I’ve got some moves, but I’ve only been practicing for two days in these heels. The floor feels slippery under my feet, and I take a deep breath to steady myself.

I saunter over to him, channeling all of the women in the stripper movies I watched to prepare for tonight. “Well, hello, handsome. Why don’t you move to a chair so you can appreciate my dancing more?”

Brandon’s demeanor brightens and he grins, his eyes twinkling with interest. “Sure. Did Cindy set this up?”

Cindy is his fiancée, and I shrug. “Maybe. I’m not sure who it was since it was done online.”

He better not ask too many questions, but he doesn’t really seem to care anyway, as he pulls a kitchen chair to the middle of the room and sits in it. The other guys gather around, eager for the show. Their excitement is palpable, and it fuels my confidence. I’m a woman on a mission.

“Hey, boys,” I say, my voice still husky. “Are you ready for a little fun?”

The guys cheer, and their enthusiasm is flattering. I press play for the music on my phone and set it on a nearby table. The beat pulses like a heartbeat, and I feel a pull deep in my core. I start to move, each sway feeling natural and exhilarating.

This is so dirty to be dancing for my brother when he doesn’t know who I am, but I don’t care. I keep my eyes focused on Brandon, the interest in his gaze igniting something within me. The room fades away, leaving just the two of us in this moment. I feel powerful, like the sexual goddess I envisioned.

As I dance around him, I slowly skim my fingers across his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. I gently caress his neck, noticing how he gets goosebumps at my touch. As I trail my fingers down his arms, I can feel the tension in his muscles. I make sure to bend over in front of him, giving him a prolonged, up-close view of my a$$ in these tiny shorts. I’m very aware of how little I’m wearing, and it makes me feel deliciously naughty.

For the first song, I keep my movements suggestive, rolling my hips in time with the music. I make eye contact with my brother, biting my lip in a way I hope looks sexy and not nervous. His friends are whistling at me with approval, which only serves to turn me on even more. None of them know who I am–I’m just an anonymous erotic dancer–and I love how freeing it is.

As the next song begins, I straddle Brandon’s lap, pressing my body against his. The heat of him seeps into me, and I can feel every inch where we touch. I start to grind against him, and he wraps his hands around my waist with a firm grip. I can feel his c*ck hardening beneath me. A wave of lust washes over me, making me dizzy. Oh god, I need that inside me.

My body yearns for more than just this dance. I lean in closer and whisper in his ear. “Do you like how I feel, daddy?”

He groans at my words and nods his head, his fingers digging into my hips. I’m not sure where the “daddy” word came from, but he seems to enjoy it, and a jolt of pleasure runs from my head to toes. I’m getting more turned on by the second and I can feel my panties getting soaked.

I turn in his lap, shoving my ass against his crotch. His hands explore my curves–the line of my thigh, the dip of my waist, the swell of my br3asts. His touch sends sparks of delight straight to my core. I hold in a moan as his fingers brush against the exposed skin of my stomach.

Keeping my movements provocative, I run my fingers through my hair, lifting it off my neck. He’s close enough that I can feel his breath on the bare skin of my neck, and I wish he would kiss the sensitive spot.

When I get up and bend over in front of him again, swaying my a$$ inches from his face, he reaches out, his fingers tracing the seam of my shorts along my pu$$y. I almost moan again from pleasure and have to bite my lip to keep quiet. Mmm, he might be easier to seduce than I thought.

After just these few songs, I’m burning up with desire. I need to get him alone. Now.