Dripping Wet Moans & Forbidden Sins

Dripping for My Stepbrother(2)

My heart was still racing as I quietly descended the stairs in the dark house.

The silk nightdress I wore felt too thin, too revealing, but I told myself I was only coming down for a glass of water. That was a lie. I knew he would be there.

The kitchen light was off, but the moon filtering through the large windows cast enough silver glow to see him. Damien leaned against the marble island, wearing only black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

His tattooed chest and abs were on full display. Those storm-gray eyes watched me like a predator as I stepped into the room.

“Couldn’t sleep, little sister?” His voice was low, husky, and dripping with amusement. That wicked smirk I remembered so well played on his lips.

I swallowed hard, my body already betraying me. Heat pooled between my thighs at the mere sight of him.

“Don’t call me that,” I whispered sharply, walking to the fridge. “This is insane. We… we can’t do this.”

Damien moved behind me before I could open the door. His big body caged me against the cold fridge, his hands planted on either side of my head.

I could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest against my back.

“Can’t do what?” he murmured, lips brushing my ear.

“Can’t remember how you screamed my name while your tight little p***y came all over my c**k two nights ago? How many times did you c*m for me, Elara? Four? Five?”

A shiver ran down my spine. My n*****s hardened against the thin fabric. Shame burned my cheeks, but it only made me wetter.

I hated how much his dirty words affected me.

“Mark was right,” I said bitterly, trying to fight it. “I’m—”

“Shut the f**k up about that loser.” Damien’s hand slid down my side, possessively gripping my hip.

“He never deserved you. But I do. I know exactly what you need.”

His fingers slowly dragged the hem of my nightdress up my thighs. I should have stopped him.

Instead, I bit my lip and parted my legs slightly, my breathing becoming ragged.

“Damien… my mom and your dad are upstairs,” I protested weakly.

“That just makes it hotter, doesn’t it?” He chuckled darkly. One thick finger traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked I already was.

“f**k, princess. You’re dripping for your stepbrother.”

I moaned softly as he pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers inside me without warning. My walls clenched around him instantly, greedy and desperate.

He pumped them slowly, curling them against that perfect spot while his thumb teased my c**t.

“Oh God…” I whimpered, pressing my forehead against the cool fridge door.

“You feel even better than I remembered,” he growled, biting my neck lightly. “So f*****g tight. So needy. I’ve been hard since the moment I saw you open that door tonight.”

I rocked back against his hand, chasing the pleasure. The risk of getting caught made everything more intense.

My mind screamed that this was wrong he was my stepbrother now but my body didn’t care. It craved him. Craved the way he made me feel alive, wanted, and filthy.

Damien spun me around suddenly, lifting me onto the kitchen island. He spread my legs wide and dropped to his knees.

His mouth was on me instantly tongue licking long, slow stripes up my p***y, sucking my c**t with filthy hunger.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. “Damien… ahh… we can’t—”

He devoured me like a starving man, tongue f*****g me deep while two fingers stretched me open. My thighs trembled violently. Pleasure built fast and vicious.

I came hard, biting my palm, my entire body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. Damien licked up every drop, groaning in satisfaction.

When he stood, his sweatpants were tented obscenely. He pulled me into a deep, possessive kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“We’re not done,” he rasped. “Tomorrow night. My room. Or I’ll come find you. And next time, I won’t stop until I’ve filled this pretty p***y again.”

He walked away, leaving me panting and ruined on the island.

Sleep was impossible that night.

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The morning sun filtered through the dining room curtains, but it did nothing to ease the tension in my stomach. I sat at the table, pushing eggs around my plate.

Damien sat directly across from me, looking unfairly calm and devastatingly handsome in a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves.

Every time our eyes met, memories of his mouth between my legs flooded back, making my core throb.

Richard’s voice cut through the air. “Elara, there are some important property documents at my old office that need to be signed and collected today. Damien will drive you. It’ll be a good chance for you two to bond as siblings.”

Siblings. The word felt filthy now.

My mother agreed enthusiastically. Damien’s smirk was subtle but dangerous .

“I’d love to spend the day with my little sister.”

I forced a smile. “Fine.”

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The car ride started quiet, but the air was thick with tension. Damien’s hand soon rested on my thigh, sliding higher under my sundress.

“You’ve been avoiding me since last night,” he said, voice low.

“This is wrong, Damien. If anyone finds out…”

He chuckled. “Yet you were soaking wet for me on that kitchen island. Tell me you didn’t touch yourself thinking about my cock.”

I squeezed my thighs together, cheeks burning, but stayed silent.

After quickly handling the documents at the office, Damien didn’t head home.

“Let’s go shopping,” he declared. “You deserve better than that loser’s shadow. New clothes. New lingerie I can tear off you later.”

I protested, but his tone left no room for argument. We went anyway.

At the upscale mall, Damien stayed close, his hand brushing my back possessively.

He picked out a stunning emerald green dress that hugged my curves perfectly, then a sheer black lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination.

I was trying on the dress when a mocking voice froze me.

“Well, well. Already whoring around with a new guy?”

Mark.

I stepped out of the fitting room. Damien was nearby, his expression turning lethal.

Mark sneered. “Didn’t take you long, Elara. Two days after I dumped your boring ass and you’re already with this tattooed prick. Cheap whore.”

Rage exploded inside me. “You f*****g cheap womanizer! You cheated on me first! You called me boring while f*****g Sarah behind my back. Don’t you dare call me names!”

Mark laughed and stepped closer, raising his hand. “You little bi—”

Damien’s fist slammed into Mark’s face with brutal force. Blood sprayed from his nose as he staggered back.

“If you ever raise your hand at her again, or even look in her direction,” Damien growled, voice ice-cold, “I’ll make you regret being born. Touch her, speak to her, breathe near her and I’ll break every bone in your worthless body.”

Security rushed toward us. Damien grabbed my hand and pulled me away quickly. “We’re leaving.”

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In the car, the adrenaline faded. Tears spilled down my cheeks. Damien drove us to a quiet, secluded parking spot on the outskirts of the city and killed the engine.

“Hey,” he said softly, wiping my tears with his thumb. “He’s nothing. You are everything.”

“I feel so stupid,” I whispered, voice breaking. “For believing I wasn’t enough. For staying with him so long.”

Damien pulled me into his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively. “You are more than enough. Let me show you.”

His kiss started gentle and comforting but quickly turned hungry and desperate. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans.

All my pain, shame, and desire poured out as I kissed him back fiercely.

“I need you,” I breathed. “Please, Damien.”

He pushed the seat back, yanked my sundress up, and shoved my panties aside. His thick, heavy c**k already leaking precum was freed in seconds.

He pulled me down onto him in one deep, powerful thrust.

“f**k!” I cried out, head falling back in pure bliss. He stretched me so perfectly, hitting every sensitive spot.

“Ride me, princess,” he growled, hands gripping my hips bruisingly. “Show me how much you want your stepbrother’s cock.”

I rode him frantically, the car rocking with every bounce. Moans filled the confined space as I took him deep again and again.

He sucked and bit my breasts through the fabric, one hand rubbing my swollen c**t in tight, perfect circles.

“You’re so f*****g wet for me,” he groaned. “This p***y was made for me. Say it.”

“It’s yours—oh God, Damien—it’s all yours!” I sobbed, grinding harder, chasing release.

The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed. I came first, clenching violently around his thick shaft, my juices soaking his lap.

Damien followed with a deep, guttural moan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot, thick ropes of c*m.

We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close.

But then his phone buzzed. His expression darkened as he read the message.

“What is it?” I asked, still breathless and full of him.

“My father texted. He wants everyone home for an early family dinner tonight. He’s announcing some big news.”

Damien’s jaw tightened. His eyes met mine, stormy with lust, conflict, and something darker.

“I don’t think this ‘big news’ is going to be good for us, Elara.

If it’s what I suspect… we might have to stop this before it even really begins.”

He kissed me again slow, deep, and desperate like he was already afraid of losing me.

But deep down, I knew neither of us would be able to stop.