Milking My Stepdad's Daughter (Stepbrother Short Reads #8)

My body started betraying me three weeks ago.

Every few hours, my breasts fill until they ache. If I don’t use the pump hidden in my drawer, I leak through my shirts, my sheets, everything.

I’m nineteen, still living under my father’s roof, and terrified he’ll find out and think the worst.

Then my older stepbrother comes home.

Soren is thirty. Cold. Successful. Distant. The kind of man who walks into a room and makes everyone else feel smaller.

He was never supposed to see me like this.

But one unlocked door is all it takes.

He catches me half-dressed, trembling, humiliated, the pump still working and milk spilling down my skin. I expect disgust. Questions. Judgment.

Instead, he closes the door.

Soren doesn’t tell my father. He doesn’t look away. He decides the machine isn’t enough anymore.

And once he starts taking care of me himself, I stop dreading the ache.

I start waiting for it.

Every secret night under the same roof makes the line between relief and want thinner. Every touch makes him more possessive. Every time he calls me his, I believe him a little more.

I know this could destroy our family.

I know my father would never forgive us.

But when Soren tells me he wants to keep me full, claim me completely, and put a baby in me, the shame I’ve been fighting turns into something darker.

Something needier.

Something I don’t want to stop.

I only meant to hide one humiliating secret.

Now I’m carrying a much bigger one.

And my stepbrother is done letting me pretend I don’t belong to him.