All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING WET DREAMS - A FULL SERIES, ROMANCE COLLECTION.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sylvester's POVI couldn’t believe we’d actually done it. Two weeks at this insane private villa on a secluded stretch of beach. No neighbors, no interruptions, just sand, sun, and the entire blended family. I’m Sylvester, twenty-two, and this trip already felt different the moment our convoy of cars pulled up the long driveway. Mom—my stepmom Lisa, stepped out first in a tiny white bikini that barely contained her full, heavy breasts. She stretched, her toned stomach flexing. “God, this place is paradise,” she sighed, flashing that bright smile that always made my stomach tighten in ways it shouldn’t. Dad grinned beside her, already cracking open a beer. “Best decision we’ve made in years.”The rest piled out: my stepsister Jenna, twenty-one, athletic with long legs and a wicked smile, her cousin Nelly, twenty, petite with perky tits and a bubbly laugh, Uncle Mark and Aunt Sarah with their son Tyler, my step-cousin, twenty-three, and a few others rounding out the chaotic crew. Ever

Sally's POVThe private helicopter’s door opened and I stepped down after Uncle Cain and Aunt Tae, the soles of my sandals already softening against the pale stone path. The desert stretched in every direction, endless dunes the color of old gold, sky a cloudless blue, no staff in sight. Just the three of us and the low, modern villa that seemed to have grown out of the sand itself.My thin linen dress clung immediately to my body. Sweat bloomed between my shoulder blades and under my breasts. Uncle Cain pulled off his open shirt, revealing the broad, tanned chest I had always known but never quite looked at this way. Aunt Tae slipped out of her wide-brimmed hat and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her white blouse. Her collarbones glistened.“Jesus,” she murmured, fanning herself. “It’s like the sun wants to roast us. Feels like I should strip completely on the spot.”Cain laughed, low. “That’s the point of this place. No neighbors. No cameras. No one to perform for.” He glance

Cain's POVI woke with the weight of two bodies against me, the desert light already hard and gold through the glass wall. Sally’s head was on my chest, her breath warm across my nipple. Tae’s thigh was thrown over both of us, her hand resting low on my stomach, her fingers still curled as if she had fallen asleep mid-claim. The sheets were a wreck of oil and cum and sweat from the night before. My cock was already thickening against Sally’s hip.I shifted just enough to feel her stir. She made a soft sound and pressed closer. Tae’s eyes opened a second later, dark and clear.“Morning,” she murmured, her voice rough. Her hand slid lower, found me, and gave a slow stroke. “Still hard for us.”“Always was,” I said. “Just stopped pretending. Ive always wanted to have the both of you together.”Sally lifted her head. Her mouth was soft, her lips slightly swollen. I kissed her without hesitation, deep and unhurried, tasting sleep and last night on her tongue. Tae’s hand kept moving, lazy,

George's POVThe estate looked even better than the photos. It was a private cove, with a long dock stretching into the dark water, the big cedar house set back among the pines. Beth and I had rented the place for the whole month and invited the others—our friends, Koko and Rivers, Lucy and Luca. The one rule was no kids. Just the six of us.We got there two days early to settle in. By the second afternoon the clothes had already started disappearing. Beth peeled her tank top off the second she stepped onto the dock and dove in naked. I followed in, the cold water shocking the heat out of my skin. When I surfaced she was floating on her back, her breasts breaking the surface, freckles dark against her wet skin.“Feels illegal,” she said, grinning.“No baby, it feels good.”She laughed in response.Koko and Rivers arrived that evening. Koko stripped down to nothing before she’d even finished her first drink and stretched out on a lounge chair like she owned the place. Rivers, her hu

Gerald's POVThe river boat’s engine finally cut, and the silence that followed was thicker than the air. Humidity pressed against my skin like a second shirt the moment we stepped onto the wooden dock. The eco-lodge sat a little bit half hidden in the green wall of the rainforest, its stilts rising out of the dark water, walkways vanishing into mist. We were going to spend four days here. No phones. No other guests. Just us.“Christ, it’s wet,” Caz muttered, hauling a duffel onto his shoulder. Sweat already darkened the back of his shirt. Melissa laughed, the sound bright and too loud in the quiet. “You wanted adventure, brother. Now you have it, quit complaining.” “I'm not complaining,” he raised his hands exasperated. “I'm just pointing out a fact.”“A fact nobody asked to hear.” Melissa quipped back. She loved getting on Caz’s nerves but he ignored her most of the time. Like he's doing now.Cece’s hand brushed my lower back as she passed me, her fingers lingering a second lo