All Chapters of WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Our eyes were locked on the door as the handle turned. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure Mom would hear my pant…But then—footsteps. Heavy ones. Dad’s voice boomed from downstairs, calling Mom’s name. She must have turned away at the last second because the door stayed cracked open, just a few inches, without her peeking inside.I let out a shaky breath. Ethan’s dark eyes met mine again, and a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.“That was fun,” he chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through me. “Let’s make it even more fun, little sister.”Before I could protest, he reached over to my desk and picked up the pink vibrator. My cheeks burned as he clicked it on, the low buzz filling the room like a filthy secret. He didn’t hesitate—sliding it slowly against my soaked core through the thin fabric of my shorts. The sudden vibration ripped a gasp from my throat. My hips jerked involuntarily.“Wear your panties,” he whispered hotly against my ear, pressing the to

“Emma, this is the third time this week!” Mom’s voice echoed through the kitchen, sharp with frustration. She stood with her hands on her hips, staring at the burnt pan I’d just pulled from the stove. “What exactly have you learnt in those fancy cooking classes? You keep burning everything! I’m working late again tonight, so you’d better cook a proper dinner for your stepfather and me.” I lowered my head, pretending to look ashamed. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll make something really good tonight. I promise.” Mom sighed, rubbing her temples. “Victor’s been so patient with you. Don’t disappoint him again.” She glanced at the clock. “I have to run. Make sure dinner is ready by the time I get back.” The moment the front door closed behind her, a wicked smile spread across my face. I quickly changed into my “cooking uniform” — a tiny white apron that barely covered my breasts, tied loosely at the back, and the shortest denim shorts I owned. No panties. My ass cheeks hung out the bottom, and th

The family reunion meant we had to share one room at the old countryside lodge. Only one king-sized bed. Mom, heavily pregnant, took the middle at first, but she kept complaining about needing more space, so I ended up sandwiched between her and Stepdad Marcus. I was 18, petite, with a small tight ass and perky little breasts that barely filled a B-cup. I wore just an oversized t-shirt and tiny panties to bed. The lights went off, and the room fell into darkness except for the faint moonlight through the curtains. Mom’s soft breathing soon turned into light snores. I couldn’t sleep. Marcus lay behind me. His big, muscular body radiated heat. At some point during the night, I felt it — his thick, heavy cock pressing against my ass through his boxers. It was already semi-hard. Every small movement made it nudge between my cheeks. My pussy started getting wet. I told myself it was an accident. He was asleep. But the memory of the bus ride — his 11-inch cock destroying me in public

Nini’s POV I was eighteen and completely done with school. Senior year should have been easy, but I hated homework with a passion. Especially Mr. Kane’s stupid Literature assignments. So when I walked into his class again today without doing the essay on Pride and Prejudice, I already knew I was in trouble. What I didn’t expect was that my new stepdad, Alexander Kane, would be standing at the front of the classroom as my Literature teacher. Tall. Muscular. Early forties. Sharp jawline, dark hair with a few silver strands, and intense hazel eyes that made my stomach flip every time he looked at me. He had married my mom just three months ago, and I had been avoiding being alone with him ever since. Because every time he was near me, my panties got embarrassingly wet. “Miss Nini,” he said coolly, his deep voice echoing through the classroom. “I see you’ve decided to ignore the assignment again. Everyone else, you’re dismissed. Nini, stay behind.” The other students gave me pityin

Sierra’s POVThe luxury yacht cut smoothly through the Caribbean waves, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and pink. I was eighteen, wearing the tiniest white bikini my stepdad had “accidentally” packed for me, and I knew exactly what this trip was about.My stepdad, Marcus, was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned man in his early 40s — broad shoulders, deep voice, and a commanding presence that made my thighs squeeze together every time he looked at me. His younger brother, my step-uncle Tyrone, was equally built, slightly taller, with a cocky grin and tattoos covering his arms and chest.They both wanted me.And tonight, on this private yacht with no crew except the three of us, they were done pretending.I was leaning against the railing on the upper deck when Marcus came up behind me. His big hands gripped my waist, pulling my ass back against the growing bulge in his shorts.“You’ve been teasing us for months, Sierra,” he growled in my ear, his deep voice sending shivers down my spi