Todos os capítulos de Dripping wet erotica: collection of steamy sins: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The rain came crashing down without any warning, turning the quiet evening into a wild storm. I stood shivering outside my apartment door, arms wrapped tightly around my chest as cold water poured over me. My thin white tank top was completely soaked, clinging to my breasts and turning almost see-through. The cotton shorts stuck to my hips and thighs like a second skin. I had only stepped out for a second to throw the garbage, but the automatic lock clicked shut behind me. My phone, keys, everything was trapped inside. "Damn it," I whispered, teeth chattering as another gust of wind sent freezing rain slicing across my body. Lightning flashed across the dark sky, followed by a deep rumble of thunder. The corridor lights flickered once and then died, leaving only the faint red glow of the emergency signs. The rain hammered louder, relentless. I was about to knock on a random neighbour’s door when I heard footsteps. A tall figure appeared at the end of the hallway, holding a

The house felt unusually quiet tonight, except for the soft patter of rain against the windows. I couldn’t sleep. The summer heat clung to my skin, making my short silk nightie stick to my body. At twenty, I should have been used to these warm nights, but something else was keeping me awake.I heard the front door open and close softly. Ryan was home late again. My stepdad. The man my mother had married two years ago. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that deep voice and calm confidence that always made the air feel heavier whenever he was around.I told myself to stay in bed. But my throat felt dry, and my body was restless. I slipped out of my room and walked barefoot toward the kitchen for a glass of water.The kitchen light was on. Ryan stood at the counter, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his neck and collarbone from the humid night. He looked up as I entered, his dark eyes slowly scanning me from head to t

The next morning, guilt hit me like a wave the moment I opened my eyes. Ryan’s cum had dried on my inner thighs, and my pussy still throbbed from how hard he had fucked me on the kitchen counter. I could barely look at myself in the mirror without feeling ashamed I had let my own stepdad ruin me, and worse, I had begged for it. But every time the memory flashed back — his thick cock stretching me, his dirty words in my ear fresh wetness pooled between my legs. Mom acted completely normal all day, chatting about work and dinner plans. Ryan kept his distance too, but I caught him staring at me multiple times with that dark, hungry look that made my stomach flip. In the evening, Mom burst into my room with excitement. “Mia, I’ve booked a table at that fancy new Italian restaurant downtown. Family dinner! Wear something nice, okay? It’ll be fun.” I nodded, heart racing. Fun wasn’t the word I would use. I chose my shortest, tightest red dress the one that hugged my curves like a

The summer sun had been merciless for days, turning our quiet suburban house into a furnace despite the air conditioning running at full blast. I stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of my ass. Sweat glistened on my skin, making the fabric cling to my breasts. At twenty-six, I knew I had a good body — full breasts, narrow waist, and hips that swayed naturally when I walked — but I had never felt so aware of it until Ethan moved in.Alex, my husband, had left for a two-week business trip to Europe just three days ago. Before leaving, he had casually suggested that his older brother stay with me. “Ethan just broke up with his girlfriend and needs a place to crash. He’s family, Victoria. It’ll be nice to have someone around the house while I’m gone.”Nice. That was the word he used. But nothing about Ethan felt “nice.”Ethan was twenty-eight — two years older than me — tall,

The next few days after that first night were pure torture and pure heaven at the same time.Ethan and I barely kept our hands off each other. We fucked in the shower while the water ran loud enough to cover my moans, on the kitchen counter when he came home early from job hunting, and once even in the laundry room while the washing machine was on spin cycle. Every time felt more dangerous and more addictive. I knew it was wrong — Alex was thousands of miles away trusting both of us — but the guilt only made the sex hotter. Ethan was rough, possessive, and incredibly skilled. He knew exactly how to make me lose control.But everything changed when Alex’s parents announced they were coming to visit for the weekend.My mother-in-law, Linda, and father-in-law, Richard, arrived on Friday evening. They were the typical loving older couple — warm, chatty, and completely unaware of the storm happening under their noses. Linda hugged me tightly at the door. “Victoria, you look glowing! Th