I Know She Ain’t Just Let Her Nephew Eat at the Family Pool Party

Elias

They raised me, fed me, bathed me, taught me how to speak. Now they tell me when to moan. My mother and her sister don't just want obedience. They want my future. My body. My bloodline. They say I was born for this. Bred for it. Giving them the children they crave and the loyalty they demand. They share me. Control me. And in return, I give them everything: my devotion, my stamina, my seed. They say it's not abuse when it builds a legacy. They say this is family. And I believe them.

Nylah

We didn't just break the rules. We rewrote them. My sister and I raised a perfect boy into the perfect man who's obedient, fertile, and entirely ours. He lives under our roof. Sleeps in our bed. Fills our wombs. Because we didn't raise a son. We raised a future. A dynasty. A soft-hearted heir with a hard body and no way out. He doesn't need freedom. He needs family. And we'll keep him, one baby at a time.