‘Ew, why did you spit in your bed?’ Asks my innocent little sister in disgust. Little does she know that’s not spit she’s seeing, but my boyfriend’s cum.
You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat. In this case, my boyfriend’s cum mortified my little sister.
A few years ago my boyfriend and I were having some sexy time.
‘It’s happening tonight’ I texted him during the day.
Of course, his response was nothing but excitement. I mean, we were 16, finally exploring sex. So, as you can expect, we were acting like rabbits. My parents would be mortified if they knew every surface in our house has been, um, christened? Yes, christened, just not in the orthodox way.
I was alone in the house when he came over that day as my parents and sister went to buy some food. So that gave us approximately 10 to 15 minutes. I mean, it was more than enough for two horny teenagers to hump each other like rabbits on a hot summer day.
We did the deed and we were both laying exhausted on the bed when my sister just stormed in. Both me and my boyfriend pulled the sheets up to our necks faster than you can say sex. Thanks fuck that she came after we finished, otherwise, I don’t know how I would have explained to an 11-year-old what I was doing. She would have probably thought that we were playing twister naked.
She walked to our bed when she suddenly made a disgusting noise and pointed at something.
‘Ew, Evan, why did you spit?!’ she asked my boyfriend in shock.
Both me and my boyfriend looked at each other confused. Then when we looked at what she was referring to, both our eyes were bulging out of our heads and our faces turned red like fucking lobsters.
And if I thought things couldn´t get any worse, she proceeded to approach the supposed ‘spit’ and try to touch it.
I’ve never reacted quicker than I did in that moment in my entire life.
“Don’t touch it! Get the fuck out of my room!” I screamed to her.
I didn’t care if she would get upset that I screamed at her, I would have done anything to stop her from touching my boyfriend’s cum.
She stormed out of my room, and then I turned to my boyfriend. The morron was laughing his ass off. And can you blame him? No, hell, I started laughing as well.
Now, years later, my baby sister is 17 and has probably even more sex than I had back then. The cons of finding the love of your life young, you can’t really get rid of them. Not that I want to, I love my computer scientist, plus he’s got the money. A girl´s gotta do what she gotta do.
I eventually told her years later and now we always laugh about it when one of us brings it up. It’s a good memory that I would always cherish.
Edited by Elena Baeza Ruso