Are you ready for 5 taboo stories about men who are Closer Than Blood?
It’s all about brotherly love, even if it’s His Brother’s Brat.
These are men for whom family and romance are Entwined.
And yet, who can resist When Fantasies Collide?
But Remember that love can get messy and lead to Mutual Destruction.
Grab this anthology to dip into your taboo side.
Mutual Destruction by Abrianna Denae and Claire Marta
When Fantasies Collide by Elouise R. East
Entwined by N.J. Lysk
His Brother’s Brat by T.M. Chris
Remember by R.E. Morrison
He snorted, laughing at himself and his wandering mind. It’d been too long since he’d gotten laid if he was fantasizing about his nephew. A little hand action would cure what ailed him, so he shucked his boxers and reached for the lube and gave himself some lazy strokes because he wasn’t eighteen anymore and knew how to draw out his pleasure. As he’d gotten older, the quantity of his orgasms had decreased, but the quality had shot way up. No more thirty-second squirts for him. As late as it was, his cock got the full treatment, starting light and slow and building faster and firmer until his hips were bucking up to meet his hand and he was thrusting through a lightly clenched fist.READ MORE
He could wring out more pleasure if he held off a little longer, so he slowed his roll, teasing the head of his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then he tightened his hand, thumbing the sensitive spot at the base of the head on each upstroke, rising up to meet the pleasure tumbling down—
Simon clipped off the moan bursting out of his mouth, but he couldn’t curtail the come bursting out of his cock. He’d been close when Kael knocked, and Kael’s words—Uncle Simon—had raced through him with an unexpected thrill to send him spiraling out of control. He spasmed again, and a second moan leaked out of him, his pleasure so strong he couldn’t contain it.
And then he was spent. Breathing heavily, his cock twitching, his hand wet.
“Yeah?” he croaked out, trying to play off his delay in responding like he’d been asleep.
The doorknob turned.
“Don’t come in,” he warned, even as the door swung open.
Kael stood on the other side, dressed in nothing except a pair of pajama bottoms with his hair damp over his forehead. His gaze went immediately to Simon’s still-hard cock. Simon rolled onto his side, presenting Kael with his naked ass as he snatched some tissues from the box he kept next to the lube. He mopped his hand clean, aware that Kael was still standing in the doorway.
“Did you need something?” His heart rate hadn’t settled yet, and it was hard to make his voice sound normal between heaving breaths.
“Um, a pillow? It’s okay. I’ll just use some clothes or something. Sorry I interrupted.”
The soft thud of the door told Simon he was alone again. He rolled onto his back to look up at the ceiling.
Shit. ‘Don’t let the kid catch you jerking off’ was probably the first rule of being a surrogate dad, and he’d already fucked it up on day one. But man, that’d been one hell of an orgasm. Too bad he didn’t have a recording of Kael saying “Uncle Simon” so he could play it the next time he jerked off—enjoy the ecstasy without the ensuing guilt.
For now, he pulled on his boxers and went in search of a pillow.COLLAPSE