All Chapters of WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The house was quiet and dark when my eyes fluttered open. I had fallen asleep with my hand between my thighs, still sticky from Uncle Marcus’s cum earlier in the bathroom. My body felt hot and restless, craving more. The door creaked softly.A tall shadow moved across the room. Uncle Marcus. He had snuck out of the master bedroom, leaving Aunt Elena sleeping. My heart hammered as he closed the door behind him with a quiet click and approached my bed.“Sophie…” he whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.I pretended to stir slowly, rolling onto my back. My thin nightdress had ridden up to my waist. Without a word, I spread my legs for him, showing him my bare, already dripping pussy. The cool air kissed my wet folds.Uncle Marcus groaned softly and climbed onto the bed. He pushed my thighs wider apart and buried his face between them. His hot tongue licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, tasting the mixture of my juices and his dried cum from earlier.“Mmm…” I moaned q

I never thought trouble would look so good.Rico had always been my brother Kai’s best friend — the dangerous one our family quietly accepted because he grew up with us. But this time was different. He showed up at our door at midnight, bruised knuckles and a duffel bag, whispering about a mafia deal gone wrong. The cops were looking for him. Kai, being the protective big brother he was, let him stay without question.“Stay in the guest room. Don’t cause shit,” Kai warned him that first night.The next morning, I came downstairs in my loose tank top and tiny shorts. My heart skipped when I saw Rico already at the breakfast table. He was shirtless, tattoos covering his muscular arms and chest, dark eyes intense. He looked like sin wrapped in danger.I sat down opposite him. My tank top was thin, and because of my flat, inverted nipples — the ones I hated and called my “security” because they kept me from feeling too exposed — I rarely wore bras at home. But the way Rico stared… it fel

Morning light filtered through the thin curtains. I woke up with a gasp, already moving.I was on top of Ryan, straddling him, my pajama trousers long gone. My bare, soaked pussy was sliding up and down his thick, hard cock. My ass rose high and dropped low like I was riding a seesaw, taking him deeper with every bounce. I didn’t remember starting this, but my body had clearly taken over in my sleep.Ryan’s eyes were half-open, dark with lust. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my movements.“Fuck, Mia… you’re riding me so good,” he whispered.I couldn’t stop. The house was already alive with noise — footsteps, clattering plates, and voices downstairs. Everyone was doing morning chores. Aunt Clara was calling people to help with breakfast and cleaning. But I kept bouncing, my soft ass slapping against his thighs, my tight pussy swallowing every inch of my stepcousin’s cock.Ryan groaned, thrusting up to meet me. “Ride it, little cousin. Use me.”I rode him harder, breasts bou

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.I stood in front of the tall mirror in the bridal suite, my white lace wedding gown hugging my curves perfectly. The veil framed my face. In less than thirty minutes, I would walk down the aisle to marry Jack — kind, stable, loving Jack.But my body was betraying me again.My pussy was soaked.It was all Stepdaddy’s fault.Victor had been fucking me for two years — long before I even met Jack. My mother’s husband. The man who raised me after she passed. The man whose thick cock had ruined me for anyone else.A soft knock sounded on the door. It opened before I could answer.Victor stepped in, looking devastating in his dark suit. His eyes locked on me through the mirror. Hungry. Possessive.“Elena,” he said, voice low and rough. “You look beautiful.”I turned, heart racing. “Stepdaddy… you shouldn’t be here. Jack is waiting. The guests—”He locked the door behind him and walked straight to me. Without a word, he grabbed the front o

The reception was in full swing. The lights were dimmed, the music slow and romantic. Jack pulled me onto the dance floor for our second dance as husband and wife. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as we swayed gently. I should have felt happy. Instead, all I could feel was the sticky mess of Stepdaddy’s cum still leaking from my pussy into my panties. My body was burning. As the song reached its peak, I suddenly pulled away from Jack. “Baby, I need some fresh air. I’ll be right back.” Jack looked concerned but nodded. “Okay, love. Don’t take too long.” I slipped through the crowd toward the exit. My heart was racing. I needed him again. I needed Stepdaddy. Mom spotted me near the hallway. My little sister, Sophie, was beside her. “Elena? Are you alright, sweetheart?” Mom asked, touching my arm. Sophie looked worried too. “You look flushed. Is everything okay?” I forced a small smile. “I’m fine… I just need to talk to Dad quickly. Have you seen him?” Mom po