Semua Bab My Brother, My Ruin (A Collection of Steamy Stories): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1: Stolen Heat in the Hallway Cassandra Fuck! I still remember the day everything started. I was twenty, freshly accepted to Riverside University, and pissed that my life was getting rearranged because Mom finally found “the one.” **Two Years Ago** “Grab that box, Cassie,” Mom called, waving at me with a bright smile I hadn’t seen in years. “Alexander should be inside helping his dad.” I bent down to lift a heavy box of my books, my shorts riding up my thighs. That’s when he stepped out the front door. Alexander Gray. He was taller than I expected, maybe six feet, with broad shoulders and dark hair that looked like he’d just run his fingers through it. His t-shirt stretched across his chest, and sweat glistened on his arms from carrying furniture. Our eyes met across the yard, and something hit me hard in the stomach, like my body recognized him before my brain could catch up. “Hey,” he said, walking straight over. His voice was deep, easy. “You must be Cassandra. I’m

Chapter 3: Tension at the TableCASSANDRABrady’s voice boomed through the front door like he owned the place. “Mr. Gray, good to see you, sir. It smells amazing in here. Is that your famous pasta?”I shifted in my chair, still feeling the slick mess between my thighs from what Alexander just did to me upstairs. My panties were ruined, and every little movement reminded me of his cum leaking out a bit. I crossed my legs tightly and tried to look normal.Alexander sat across from me, that smug look on his face like he knew exactly how uncomfortable I was. He picked up his fork and twirled some pasta. “Brady’s here early. Cool.”Mom clapped her hands. “Oh, perfect timing. Set another plate, honey. Brady, come join us.”Brady walked in, all tall and confident with his messy blonde hair and those bright blue eyes that always lit up when he saw me. He wore a simple hoodie and jeans, looking like the typical campus guy who could charm anyone. “Hey everyone. Sorry to crash dinner but Alex t

Chapter 5: Phone Call TrapCASSANDRADad stood in the doorway, his eyes moving from the rumpled bed to my messy hair and then over to Alexander, who was still buttoning his jeans. My thighs were sticky. I could feel Alexander’s cum slowly dripping down my leg and I prayed Dad wouldn’t notice anything.The phone in my hand kept ringing with Brady’s name flashing bright on the screen.“You gonna get that?” Dad asked, leaning against the frame. “He sounded pretty eager to sort out the morning drive.”I forced a laugh that sounded fake even to me. “It’s late, Dad. We can talk tomorrow.”Alexander stepped closer behind me, his hand brushing my lower back where Dad couldn’t see. “Yeah, we were just finishing up some stuff. Movie talk.”Dad raised an eyebrow. “Movie, huh? Looks like you two wrestled in here. Is everything okay?”My face burned hot. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide how hard my nipples still were under my dress. “It’s nothing. Just… catching up like you wanted u

Chapter 7: Party HeatCASSANDRAThe music hit me like a wave the second I stepped into the crowded frat house. Bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor, red cups everywhere, and the air thick with beer and perfume. I pushed through the crowd, my short black dress riding up my thighs with every step. I needed a drink. Or maybe I needed to forget the weekend at home with Alexander.“Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice said as I bumped straight into a hard chest.I looked up and my stomach flipped. Alexander stood there, hazel-green eyes locking on mine, that crooked smirk already forming on his lips. His dark messy hair looked like he’d run his hands through it, and his fitted black t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.“Alexander,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my pulse spiked. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”He leaned closer so I could hear him over the music. “Bullshit. You knew I’d be here. Same as you.” His hand brushed my waist as someone push

Chapter 9: Parents IncomingCASSANDRAMy phone screen glowed in the dark bedroom, Mom’s text still burning in my eyes. “Surprise visit this weekend.” Alexander’s arm tightened around my waist, his naked body pressed against my back, still sticky from what we’d done on the kitchen counter and then again in bed.“Shit,” I whispered, turning to face him. “They’re coming here. To our apartment building. What if they want to see our rooms?”Alexander’s hazel-green eyes opened, sharp even in the low light. His messy dark hair fell across his forehead, and that chiseled jaw flexed. “Then we clean up fast and act normal.” His big hand slid down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. “But right now, I don’t want to talk about them.”I pushed at his broad chest, but my fingers lingered on the hard muscle. “Alexander, this is serious. They found your boxers. They’re suspicious. And Brady keeps texting me about hanging out. We can’t keep sneaking around like this on campus.”He rolled on