Dripping Wet Moans & Forbidden Sins

Dripping for My Stepbrother(3)

The chandelier light cast long shadows across the dining table, turning what should have been a warm family dinner into something almost theatrical.

I sat stiffly in my cream blouse and skirt, every nerve in my body screaming with awareness. Damien was seated right beside me my mother had insisted on it with a bright, innocent smile.

“Sit next to your brother, Elara. It’s time you two really connected.”

Brother.The word tasted like poison on my tongue.

Richard Voss tapped his wine glass, commanding attention. His face glowed with satisfaction.

“Since we’re all here, I have an important announcement.”

My pulse spiked. Under the table, Damien’s hand brushed my thigh.

The touch was light, almost accidental, but it sent electricity racing straight to my core.

“I’ve decided to expand Voss Enterprises aggressively,” Richard declared.

“We’re acquiring new properties, and Damien will return permanently as Vice President of Operations. He’ll be living here with us. Additionally, we’re enforcing mandatory weekly family dinners and activities. No more distance. We are a family now.”

My mother beamed. “This is perfect! We’ll finally be whole.”

Damien’s fingers slid higher under the tablecloth, tracing slow, possessive circles on my inner thigh.

My breath caught. I squeezed my legs together, but it only trapped his hand closer to my already damp panties.

This is sick, I thought desperately. He is your stepbrother. Your mother’s husband’s son.

Yet my mind betrayed me with vivid flashbacks his tongue devouring me on the kitchen island while my parents slept upstairs, the way I had moaned like a w***e while riding him desperately in the car just hours ago, his thick c**k stretching me, filling me with hot c*m.

I was getting wetter by the second. Damien’s finger pressed firmly against my c**t through the thin fabric, rubbing in tight, maddening circles.

Pleasure coiled low in my belly. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood, fighting back a whimper.

“Elara, you’re flushed, darling. Are you feeling alright?” my mother asked, tilting her head with mild concern.

“I’m… fine,” I stammered. “Just happy for the family.”

Damien’s smirk was barely visible, but his finger never stopped its torturous rhythm.

By the time dessert arrived, I was trembling on the edge of release, soaked and aching, guilt and lust warring violently inside me.

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The moment dinner ended and everyone moved toward the living room, Damien gripped my wrist and pulled me onto the shadowed balcony, sliding the glass door shut behind us.

“Damien, someone will notice—” I started, but his mouth crashed against mine in a bruising kiss. He shoved me against the wall, his hard body pinning me.

Two thick fingers pushed my panties aside and sank deep into my dripping p***y without warning.

“f**k, you’re soaked,” he growled against my lips. “All through dinner, thinking about my c**k, weren’t you?”

I moaned softly, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand as he curled his fingers inside me, stroking that perfect spot.

His thumb circled my swollen c**t. The risk of getting caught made everything unbearably intense.

“We have to stop,” I gasped between kisses, even as I ground against him.

“Your father just announced we’re supposed to be a real family. This is wrong… so f*****g wrong.”

Damien’s eyes darkened. He ground his massive erection against my thigh.

“Tell that to this greedy little p***y clenching around my fingers.”

He kissed me harder, sucking on my tongue while fingering me faster. I was so close right on the edge of shattering.

My hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel him.

Then his phone buzzed. He ignored it at first, but when it buzzed again, he pulled back slightly and glanced at the screen. His entire expression changed.

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and throbbing. I stared at him, panting, confusion mixing with frustration.

“Damien…?”

He wiped his fingers on his pants and stepped back, creating cold distance between us.

The heat in his eyes vanished, replaced by something icy and detached.

“This was a mistake,” he said flatly. His voice was devoid of the passion from moments ago.

“My father’s announcement changes everything. I can’t afford distractions. Especially not… this.”

The words hit like a slap. Tears burned my eyes. “Distraction? That’s what I am to you now? After everything — the car, the kitchen, the way you said I was everything—”

My voice cracked. The emotional dam I had been holding back since Mark’s betrayal finally broke.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as the full weight of my guilt, shame, and desperate longing crashed over me.

“I feel disgusting,” I whispered, hugging myself. “I let my stepbrother finger me at the family dinner table. I came on your c**k while your c*m was still inside me.

And now you’re looking at me like I’m nothing? Like I’m just another w***e?”

Damien’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t reach for me. His face remained cold, almost cruel.

“Go clean yourself up before someone sees you like this.”

My chest heaved with silent sobs. The rejection hurt worse than anything Mark had ever done. I felt cheap. Used. Utterly broken.

As I turned to leave, my phone vibrated. A new message from Mark.

Mark: I saw everything today. You and that tattooed bastard. If you don’t want your perfect little family knowing what a pathetic slut their precious Elara has become, you’ll meet me tomorrow. Or I’ll tell them everything.

I showed Damien the message with shaking hands, hoping for some spark of the protective man from earlier.

He barely glanced at it. “Handle it yourself. I have responsibilities now.”

Without another word, he walked back inside, leaving me alone on the balcony tears streaming down my face, body still aching with unfulfilled need, and heart shattering into pieces.

I slid down the wall, hugging my knees. How had everything gone so wrong so fast? The man who had made me feel alive for the first time was now treating me like a regrettable secret.

My mother’s voice called from inside. “Elara? Where are you, darling? You’re missing the family time.”

I wiped my tears frantically, but I knew my eyes were red and swollen. As I stepped back into the light, my mother’s gaze lingered on me a second too long suspicious, probing.

Something told me this was only the beginning of the storm.

And I had no idea if Damien would stand with me… or watch me drown.