All Chapters of WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sia’s POV (18 years old) I sat in the back row of Biology class, heart already racing. Of all the twisted things that could happen, this was the worst — or the hottest. My stepdad was my Biology teacher. No one in class knew. We had kept our family situation completely secret since Mom married him last year. Today’s lesson was on human reproduction. I had been squirming in my seat the entire period, thighs pressed together. When he asked if there were any questions, my mouth moved before my brain could stop it. “Mr. Hale… could you explain reproduction more… practically?” The class went silent. Twenty-two students, all seniors, stared at me. My stepdad — tall, muscular, and commanding in his crisp button-up shirt — locked eyes with me from the front of the room. A dangerous smile tugged at his lips. “An excellent question, Sia. Real learning requires demonstration. Come to the front of the class.” My legs felt weak as I walked up. The entire class watched in stunned silence

Lila’s POVI was twenty years old and couldn’t stop thinking about sex.Every single day. Every hour. My pussy was constantly wet and throbbing. I masturbated multiple times a day but it was never enough. I thought something was seriously wrong with me.So I made an appointment at my stepdad’s private hospital.Dr. Elias Kane — my mom’s husband for the past two years — was one of the most respected doctors in the city. Tall, muscular, 44 years old, with salt-and-pepper hair and a commanding presence. I had always tried to ignore how attracted I was to him.I wore a simple sundress with nothing underneath and went to his hospital after hours, just like he instructed.The examination room was dimly lit and private. Stepdad was waiting for me in his white coat, looking every bit the professional doctor he was.“Sit on the table, Lila,” he said calmly.I hopped up, my heart racing. He started with normal questions — symptoms, how long it had been going on. When I told him I couldn’t stop

I sat in the cold interrogation room, handcuffs biting into my wrists, heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst. Twenty-one years old and I had just thrown my entire future away. One stupid mistake — hacking into a major corporation’s system for money I desperately needed — and now I was facing serious prison time.The door opened. My stepdad, Alexander Voss, walked in wearing a sharp black suit, looking every bit the powerful defense attorney he was. At 44, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and intimidatingly handsome. Mom had divorced him years ago, but he had always stayed in my life — strict, protective, and distant.Until now.“Alexander…” I whispered, voice shaking. “Please tell me you can fix this.”He sat across from me, eyes dark and unreadable. “The evidence is overwhelming, Lila. They have you dead to rights. You’re looking at 8 to 12 years.”Tears filled my eyes. “I can’t go to prison. I’ll do anything. Please.”He leaned forward, voice dropping low. “Anything?”The w

I stood behind the camera, adjusting the focus on the tripod, my heart hammering like a goddamn drum in my chest. The studio lights were hot, casting sharp shadows over the fake laundry room set. I’d taken this gig last minute—some amateur p**n company needed a reliable videographer for a “stuck in the washer” scene. Easy money, they said. I needed it after the divorce. But nothing prepared me for this. She crawled into position on all fours, her upper body already shoved into the oversized washing machine prop, her head and shoulders trapped inside. That tiny, heart-shaped ass stuck out, barely covered by a thin pair of pink panties that rode up between her cheeks. My stomach dropped. Those legs—skinny, pale, smooth. That petite frame, barely five feet tall. I knew that body. I’d watched it grow up in my house for years. It was her. My stepdaughter, Lily. Eighteen now, fresh out of high school, and somehow she’d landed in this world without me knowing. She thought I was just some ra

Chapter One(Mia’s POV)I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the pool house, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The tiny red bikini I’d chosen barely covered anything. The top hugged my full breasts, the strings tied tight, while the bottoms sat high on my hips, the fabric disappearing between my cheeks. At nineteen, I knew exactly how I looked—curvy, toned from yoga but still soft in all the places guys stared at. Today, though, the only person who would be staring was my stepdad.Ryan.Mom had been married to him for two years, and I still wasn’t used to the way my body reacted every time he walked into a room. Tall, broad, with sun-kissed skin and muscles carved from years of competitive swimming. His voice was deep, calm, commanding. The kind of voice that made you want to obey without thinking. And now he was going to be my private swim instructor for the next two weeks.I had no choice. College started in the fall, and I couldn’t even float without p