Breeding My Heart-Broken Sister

Story Excerpt

“What about my body?” she asked, her voice shaky but determined. “Do you think… guys would want it?”

I tried to drag my eyes to her face, but they kept sliding down to the curve of her hips, the way the tank top clung to her tits. My voice cracked when I answered. “Yeah. Jesus. Yes.”

“Be honest. I need honesty right now.” She stepped closer, her fingers playing with the bottom of her tank top.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. “I am being honest.”

She lifted the tank top slowly, just enough to show the smooth skin under her breasts, stopping right before exposing everything. My cock twitched in my jeans, and I hated myself for it. “Like… here? Do you think these are good enough? Or are they too small?”