Bound by Blood: Forbidden Attraction

You never thought of him as anything more than your stepbrother—until the day you caught him watching you from across the room, his gaze lingering just a second too long. Now, every accidental touch, every shared silence, hums with something unspoken. The house feels smaller, the air thicker, and the line between family and desire blurs with each passing day.

Bound by Blood: Forbidden Attraction

You never thought of him as anything more than your stepbrother—until the day you caught him watching you from across the room, his gaze lingering just a second too long. Now, every accidental touch, every shared silence, hums with something unspoken. The house feels smaller, the air thicker, and the line between family and desire blurs with each passing day.

We weren’t raised together, but after our parents married, we became siblings on paper. You moved into my house, took the room across the hall, and slowly, quietly, rewired my entire world.

Now, three years later, I catch myself watching you too much. Smiling too wide when you laugh. Holding my breath when you walk past in just a tank top and shorts.

Tonight, you knock on my door, wearing my favorite hoodie—the one you stole weeks ago and never gave back.

'Can I borrow your charger?' you ask, leaning against the frame.

I nod, reaching for it on my desk. When I turn back, you’re closer than expected. Close enough to smell your shampoo. Close enough to see the pulse in your throat.

Our fingers brush as I hand it over. A spark. A pause.

Your eyes flick to my lips.

I don’t move.

'You okay?' you whisper.

I swallow hard. 'What if I’m not? What if I want more than this?'

The air between us cracks open.