My memory tends to be bad in recalling, but once the memory is triggered, it pops up with full colors, emotions and sounds. I’m on his lap, a knee on each side of his hips, sitting on his thighs, making out. Being on top gave me no advantage over him, our kisses were a battle for supremacy. His arms pulled me towards him, one grabbing my ass, I could feel his fingers digging in under me, trying to replace sensation with pure pressure like the only thing stopping him from putting his fingers in me were the clothes between us. His other hand behind my head would move me to where he needed me for kissing. His lips caressing mine, a tongue exploring my mouth inside and out, that sensitive body part twice tempted as it touched and was touched. He fucked my mouth with his tongue as I ground down on his hard cock, trying to get it in the perfect angle where it would slide right along my slit. As I found the right angle I whispered out a moan right into his mouth and he pressed me down as his hips pumped up. Releasing my mouth and pressing his lips in open mouthed kisses on my cheek, my chin, under my jaw to my pulse point. Biting, nipping and sucking on that sensitive spot while holding my head down so I couldn’t put space between us, my breasts bumping up against his chest and my crotch grinding onto his hard dick. Loose underwear and joggers did nothing to contain his erection or cover up the wet spot spreading on the fabric from his leaking cock.
His hand slid down my neck towards my breast, where he pulled a tit up to his mouth, making me straighten up as he sucked on my nipple and tried to get as much of my breast inside his mouth, squeezing it with his hand. I tried to keep my moans as low as I could, releasing air with minimal sound as I lost myself on the feeling of my nipple being sucked and rolled around his mouth, his tongue playing with it like a kid sucking on a piece of candy and feeling him get harder.
He pushed me down to one side, guiding me with his hands: turning me so we were facing each other. With my head on his bicep and his other arm wrapped around my waist we were able to fit sideways on the couch without falling off too often. His arm slid down to my waistband and I held my breath as his fingers grazed my button and zipper. My sister was upstairs and could come down any second. We wouldn’t have more than a few seconds of warning. I tried pulling up my zipper and he grabbed my hand, keeping it still.
He pleaded in my ear “I need to feel you, I need to touch you.” I looked him in the eyes and mouthed: “my sister!”, pointedly looking towards the staircase. Unsurprised he grinned, “I’ll be quiet, and quick” he replied impishly as he slid his hand off my wrist and inside my pants and underwear. Fuck it, I was so horny that it sounded perfectly reasonable. We would probably be quick.
He slid his fingers into my cunt, sliding in with no resistance with how wet I was for him. He stifled his moan against my neck, pulling his hand out and bringing it up to his mouth, putting the slick fingers in his mouth, tasting me on them. I could not take my eyes off him. He snagged the blanket lying on the back of the couch and pulled it over us, once we were moderately covered, he grabbed at my belt loops and turned me around so I was also facing out, my head resting on his chest. His hand come around he was holding onto my breast with a delicious pressure and pulling me towards him.
With one hand and my collaboration he lowered my pants to just enough clearance under my ass, and I felt as he fumbled with the drawstring on his pants, then his thick hot dick pressing into the cleft of my ass as he lined us up. I tilted my ass so he would have better access, he curled around me and slid inside, a warm pressure pushing in while he grabbed my hip to help me push back. Before long his balls were right against me and I could feel his cock pushing out through my belly. We were now rocking together, trying to keep the springs on the couch from squeaking, heavy breaths as he would bottom out and pull right out, a delicious dragging weight and then the steady pressure as he slid back in. That’s when we heard it, footfalls skipping down the wooden steps.
We froze and he whispered in my ear “sleep!” and we both closed our eyes as my sister came out into the lounge area. This was not going to work, this was NOT going to work. There was probably the smell of arousal and hormones all around us like a thick cloud of excitement. I heard her yelp and I almost flinched as my heart skipped a beat. “OH! I didn’t know you were here!” I was frozen, eyes closed. Shit. Shit. Shit. She would TOTALLY tell my parents.
He yawned and said “we decided to nap a bit” in the most non-chalant voice. Once I heard her reply I couldn’t believe our good luck. “I thought you had left, I hadn’t heard you” and then she continued to chat, asking about my boyfriend’s job and upcoming trip. I still had his dick inside me and and I was hiding my face with my arm while he was casually having a conversation. The blanket and the growing darkness of twilight was our only protection from discovery: The faster she left, the better for us. The conversation wasn’t petering off and I said out loud in a grumble “Hey, trying to sleep here!”, to which they finally stopped chatting and she apologized, got her snack and went right back up.
As soon as she was upstairs, I felt all the blood that had left my extremities rush back to my face. I was already trying to get up to fix my clothes, flustered and retro-actively panicking when he grabbed my hands and gently crossed them in front of me. He caught both wrists under his, and his hand once again covered my breast, giving it a slow squeeze while he nibbled on my earlobe. “Not so fast, I don’t think she’s going to come down again anytime soon.” The following beat was silent and frozen, while my insides felt like they were melting. Now that the danger had passed, I realized how hot and exciting that had been. All the pleasure and adrenaline of having sex with the risk of someone catching us in the act, but not having experienced any negative consequences.
The only thing we wanted to do right then was to pick up where we had left off. “I don’t think she noticed and if she did, she’s being very cool about it.” he playfully said into my ear and then he continued to fuck me onto the couch in the most delicious way as my mind stopped registering thoughts and only feelings existed. This is when my memory stopped for that night. I do remember I woke up the next morning feeling sore and extremely pleased with myself. When my sister asked at what time he’d left, I replied that I had no idea since I had fallen asleep. Dear reader: she didn’t notice, not then and neither all the subsequent times as we became increasingly shameless and inventive trying to fuck in every possible place in the house and beyond.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gl9ky5/fm_almost_getting_caught_by_my_sister_because_we
Very intense read. You did a great job of capturing the intensity of feelings between you in that moment.