«Sibling Affairs – Volume 3» by Veronica Sloan

In this collection of five taboo tales, siblings are terrible at keeping their dirty secrets. The bundle opens with a sexy vignette about a man, his sister, and her talent for sloppy satisfaction. Then, in “Blind Man's Bluff,” Dan finds himself in the wrong place at the exact right time. His sister is naked, horny, and handcuffed to the bed…and she thinks Dan is her boyfriend!

This erotic anthology is 29,000 words and for readers 18 and up. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~


“We're both a little crazy,” I sighed. “I love you. And I'll do what you tell me to do. But what if I hadn't come? What's next time look like?”

She squirmed out of her seatbelt and lunged into my chest. She clawed at my shoulders and I wrapped her up in a big bear hug. Then I slid the seat back and let her bawl into my chest. I kept my hand on her back while she cried and cried and cried.

She wiped her nose on her ripped sleeve and delicately took my hand. She spent a long while licking up the blood, rolling her pink tongue over the pad of my callused palm and sucking my fingers between her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Please tell me you don't do this just for me to rescue you.”

She kissed my ear. “Thank you, big brother.”

“It's not okay, Beck.”

She kissed my temple. Her hands touched the scars on my neck. “I have an idea.”

I had heard enough of Becky's “ideas” to know it was not going to solve her problems. It would only be a distraction. And sure enough…

“How about I'm your slave for the weekend?”

“What?” I said. “No. What does that have to do with anything?”

“I said I'd make it up to you. You're hurt. I feel bad.”

“Date guys that aren't psychopaths. That would make me feel better.”

She grinned. “Okay, but I'll be your slave for the weekend. I'll do anything you want me to do.”

“That's not what I'm asking you to do,” I said.

“Sure it is.” She kissed my lips. “We can do it at Carl's place.”

I pushed her away from me. “What do you mean?”

Becky reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. “Carl has a house in the hills. We can spend the weekend there. No bad boys, just you and me.”

I stared at the ring of keys. I stared at my sister. Her wide wet eyes were devious, but also fragile. “What do you mean?” I said again, more slowly.

“I'll be your slave and you can make me do anything you want. I'll get you the paper or rub your feet or make you breakfast…”

“Like a dog or something.”

Her grin was not sisterly at all. “Yeah, like a dog or something.”

I shook my head. “How did you get those keys?”

“Doesn't matter. They're mine now, and the police have Carl. He's not going to come up. No one will be there. Except us. Our place. Ours.”

“We shouldn't.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

She kissed my lips again. “Let me take care of you.” She pressed her body against me and I felt her softness underneath the tattered shirt. “You can punish me.”

“I don't want to punish you.”

“Yes you do,” she whispered. She took my bitten hand and sucked it between her lips again. “Please. No more waiting. I'm tired of waiting.” She squirmed in my lap. “Tired of watching other girls take my man…”

“Becky…”

She sucked on my finger, big eyes trained on mine. “Take me there,” she whispered. She shifted in my lap again. Started to grind. “Take me there.”

“Becky…”

“You can spend the whole weekend telling me about the good men I should be shacking up with. Or you can show me how a good man treats his lady.”