Our Illicit Desires by Rory Ireland

I saw her twice a year during the holidays and never gave her more than a passing glance until we were forced to live together.
Now her scent is clinging to every space in my house and her intimates are hanging in my bathroom.
My resolve and sanity are holding on by a thread and before too long both will snap.
She’s a woman but also my brother’s stepdaughter.
Choosing her may very well ruin the relationship between my brother and I but everything in me is screaming to claim her and make her mine…in every way.