Drilled by Brill Harper

Four years ago, my buddy’s dying words to me were to watch out for his little sister.

I did what he asked from afar, and when she graduated and got a job teaching kindergarten, I asked her to “housesit” for me since I’m hardly ever home when I’m working on the oil rig.
But now I’m injured and have to recuperate at home, and my extra-curvy housesitter is anything but safe from me.
She’s the homebdy type. She’ll make some man an excellent wife someday, be a good mother. She likes taking care of people. It would be wrong AF to take her the way I want to, but it would feel so right.

When she comes to me for advice about how to get a boyfriend and how to keep him, I’m done playing her silent guardian.
I’ll teach her everything she needs to know about pleasing a man—me.
She says all she’s ever really wanted to do was be a mama. And now I can’t stop thinking of putting my baby in her belly.