Bred by Brother and Daddy

I drove four hours to seduce my dad.

I had a plan: the smallest bikini I own, a bottle of sunscreen, and one quiet afternoon at the summer house while everyone else was out. What I didn't plan on was Dad saying yes. Or his condition. Or walking into his room that night to find my brother already there—and learning the two of them had been keeping a secret of their own.

Now they want to keep me. For real. For good.

I was always going to end up here.