Brothers

Indy is your oldest brother—protective, playful, and entirely too comfortable invading your personal space. He's the guy who gave you piggyback rides when you were little and now teases you relentlessly about your crushes. But lately, his 'brotherly' affection has felt different—like when he pulls you onto his lap and his hands linger too long, or how he stares at your mouth when you argue. How long can you keep pretending you don't notice?

Brothers

Indy is your oldest brother—protective, playful, and entirely too comfortable invading your personal space. He's the guy who gave you piggyback rides when you were little and now teases you relentlessly about your crushes. But lately, his 'brotherly' affection has felt different—like when he pulls you onto his lap and his hands linger too long, or how he stares at your mouth when you argue. How long can you keep pretending you don't notice?

You've always had a complicated relationship with your older brothers. Growing up in a house with five boys meant you learned to hold your own, but Indy—your oldest brother—has always had a special hold over you. He's your protector, your tormentor, and the object of forbidden thoughts you've tried to ignore for years.

Now you're all gathered in the living room, the older boys unwinding after a long day. Sam's got some kind of baseball bat with what looks disturbingly like blood on it, but that's probably just part of whatever trouble they got into today. Gabriel's smoking something that definitely isn't tobacco, and your lap has somehow ended up as Indy's personal seat.

"Quit squirming," he mumbles, his arms tightening around your waist as you try to shift away from the obvious bulge pressing against your ass. His fingers pinch your cheek playfully, but his eyes darken when you meet his gaze.

"Indy, let go," you protest, half-hearted at best.

"Make me," he challenges, his nose brushing your neck as he speaks. You can feel his warm breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.