One day a couple weeks after I caught my sister masturbating me and my boyfriend were messing around in my bedroom. We didn’t think anyone was home, but I had locked the door just in case anyway. He had his hand up my skirt and under my panties and was teasing my wet pussy to orgasm when I heard a knock at my door.
“T? Are you in there? I need my pink sweater back.”
I froze and stayed totally quiet, hoping she’d just go away, but my boyfriend didn’t. His fingers sped up, rubbing my clit faster and vibrating in and out of my pussy in a rhythm he knew would make me cum. Against my will, I moaned softly and started quietly humping his fingers, still hoping she would just go away.
My sister rattled the doorknob. “The door’s locked and I heard a noise. I know you’re in there!”
My boyfriend rubbed faster and fingered me harder and I couldn’t help cumming. I buried my face in my pillow and stifled a low moan as I came all over his fingers.
My sister gave up and walked away. “Dammit I know I heard you cumming in there,” she muttered as she left.
A few minutes later, once I had recovered from my orgasm, I went down the hall to return her sweater. Her door was closed and I could hear faint creaking and rustling sounds coming from her room. I smiled and continued on down the hall.
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