Stepbrother, Please Don't
Twenty years passed.
I thought I had finally raised him to be a good person. But I was wrong.
"I just sprayed the sweet smell you like, brother," he said.
It was a strong, heavy smell. It made my whole body feel weak and my mind go blank.
This was not just a nice smell. It was the scent of a dominant Alpha.
"You must be tired from your meetings today," he said. "Come here, I will give you a massage."
His hands moved from my face to my chest, and then further down my body.
This was not a normal massage. This was the start of something romantic.
"You really do not have to do this..." I said.
"But I am your younger brother," he replied.
He was covering me in his scent and touching me like this. This is definitely not how a younger brother should act.
"We are only brothers on paper," he whispered.
...It looks like I completely failed at raising him.