19f, sister's boyfriend fucked me in the Shower then made me Squirt all over his face

I know how bad this sounds. I know. But it happened and I can't take it back and honestly? I don't want to.

My sister Sarah is 24. She's been dating this guy Jake for about two years. He's 26, works construction, has those thick arms and that stupid jawline that makes you look twice. I've lived with Sarah for the past few months after my dorm situation fell through, so Jake is over a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

I'd be lying if I said I never noticed him. He'd walk around their apartment in just gym shorts after his morning run and I'd pretend to be on my phone but I was watching. The way his back muscles moved. The way his shorts hung low. One time I "accidentally" walked into the bathroom when he was brushing his teeth in just a towel. I saw the outline. I went to my room and touched myself thinking about it for an hour.

But I never thought anything would actually happen.

Last Friday, Sarah had to work a late shift at the hospital. She's a nurse. She left around 6pm and said she wouldn't be back until midnight. Jake was already there, playing some game on the couch. I was in my room scrolling through my phone, bored out of my mind.

Around 8pm, I heard the shower turn on.

I don't know what came over me. I swear I didn't plan it. But I walked out of my room in just an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. No bra. No panties. Just the shirt that barely covered my ass.

I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah?" his voice came through the water.

"Hey uh, I need my hairbrush. I left it in there earlier." Stupid lie. So stupid.

The door opened. Steam poured out. And there he was. Wet. Soap still on his chest. Water running down his stomach. And his dick. Half hard. Just hanging there.

I didn't move. I just stared.

He looked at me. Looked down at my legs. I knew he could see I wasn't wearing anything under that shirt because the steam made it cling to my skin.

"What are you doing?" he asked. But his voice wasn't confused. It was quiet. Low.

"I don't know," I whispered.

That was the moment. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. The door slammed shut behind me.

His mouth was on mine before I could breathe. Hot. Desperate. His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned into him. He tasted like mint toothpaste and something else. Something raw.

His hands went straight under my shirt. Grabbed my tits like he'd been waiting to do it for months. He pinched my nipples hard and I gasped against his mouth.

"Shut up," he growled. "Your neighbors will hear."

I didn't care. But I shut up anyway.

He pushed me against the tile wall. The cold shocked my back but his body was burning hot against my front. Water poured over both of us. I could feel his dick pressing against my thigh. Hard now. Thick. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him and he groaned into my neck.

"Fuck, Jake," I breathed. "You're so big."

He didn't answer. Just bit my shoulder. Hard enough to leave a mark.

He turned me around. Pushed my face against the wet tile. My t-shirt was soaked, clinging to my back. He pulled it up over my ass and just stared for a second. I looked over my shoulder and saw him watching. His jaw was tight. His eyes dark.

"You're gonna take all of it," he said. Not a question.

"Yes," I whispered. "Please."

He didn't tease. Didn't play. He grabbed my hips and pushed inside me in one slow, thick motion. I screamed into the tile. Not from pain. From how full I felt. Like he was splitting me open.

"Oh my god," I choked out.

"Shh." He pulled back and slammed in again. Deeper this time. I could feel every inch. Every vein. He was so much bigger than anyone I'd been with before.

He fucked me like that for what felt like forever. Standing up. My face against the wall. His hand on the back of my neck, holding me down. His hips slapping against my ass. The sound echoed off the shower walls.

"You like that?" he asked. His voice was rough.

"Yes. Yes. Don't stop."

He didn't.

He pulled out suddenly and spun me around. Lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically. The new angle made him go even deeper and my eyes rolled back. He pinned me against the tile and started thrusting up into me. Harder than before. My head kept hitting the wall but I didn't care.

"Look at me," he demanded.

I opened my eyes. His face was inches from mine. Water dripping off his hair onto my lips.

"You're gonna cum on my dick," he said. "Right now."

I was already close. So close. His thumb found my clit and started rubbing tight circles. I was shaking. Clawing at his back. Leaving red marks down his shoulders.

"Cum," he ordered.

And I did. Hard. My whole body seized up. I cried out something that wasn't even words. I felt myself clenching around him, pulsing, and he just kept fucking me through it. Didn't slow down. Didn't stop.

When I came down, he was still hard inside me. Still going.

He dropped me back onto my feet. My legs were shaking so bad I almost collapsed. He grabbed my arm and held me up.

"Get on your knees," he said.

I dropped. Didn't think. Just did it. The shower floor was wet and cold against my knees but I didn't care. I looked up at him. Water streaming down his chest. His dick right in front of my face. Wet. Still hard.

He grabbed the back of my head. Pushed himself into my mouth. Not gentle. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged but he didn't pull back.

"Breathe through your nose," he said.

I tried. Tears mixed with the water running down my face. He fucked my throat like he'd fucked my pussy. Deep. Hard. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat over and over. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All I could do was take it.

He pulled out and I gasped for air. Spit and water dripped down my chin.

"Lay down," he said.

I laid back on the shower floor. The water was warm now. My hair spread out around me. He knelt between my legs and pushed them open. Wide. His face hovered over my pussy.

"What are you—"

He put his mouth on me before I could finish. His tongue found my clit immediately. Flat and wide. He licked me like he was starving. His fingers pushed inside me. Two of them. Curling up.

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Jake. Oh my god."

He didn't stop. His tongue moved faster. His fingers pumped in and out of me. I could feel something building. Different from before. Bigger. Scarier.

"Wait," I panted. "I think I'm gonna—"

He looked up at me. His mouth still on my pussy. His eyes locked on mine. And he didn't stop. He pressed his fingers deeper and sucked my clit into his mouth and I lost it.

I squirted. All over his face. The water from the shower mixed with it but I could see it. Clear. Hot. It hit his chin, his lips, his nose. And he didn't pull away. He kept his mouth on me and drank it. Swallowed. Moaned against me while I kept coming and coming.

I've never squirted before. Not once. Not with anyone. But he pulled it out of me like he owned my body.

My whole body went limp. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Just laid there with the water running over me, shaking.

He sat back on his heels. Wiped his face with the back of his hand. His dick was still hard. Still dripping.

"Get up," he said.

I shook my head. "I can't. My legs won't work."

He laughed. Actually laughed. Then he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up like I weighed nothing. Pushed me against the wall again. Lifted one of my legs over his hip.

"One more," he said.

"I can't," I whispered. But I was already getting wet again. My body didn't care what my brain said.

He slid back inside me. Easy this time. Slow. I was so sensitive I almost cried. Every nerve felt raw. He held still for a second, his forehead against mine.

"You're so fucking tight," he breathed.

"Then fuck me," I said.

He did. Slow at first. Deep strokes that made me feel every inch. Then faster. Harder. His hand found my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. His thumb pressed against my pulse point.

"Where do you want it?" he asked.

"In me," I said. "Cum inside me."

He groaned. His hips stuttered. I felt him pulse inside me. Once. Twice. Three times. Warm and thick. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper into me.

We stood there for a minute. Both breathing hard. Water still running over us. He was still inside me. Neither of us moved.

Then he pulled out. Slowly. I felt his cum start to drip down my thigh. Mix with the water.

He kissed me. Soft. Nothing like before. Just a quick press of his lips on mine.

Then he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and walked out without saying a word.

I stood there for ten more minutes. Dripping. Shaking. Trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

When I finally walked out, he was back on the couch. Playing his game. Like nothing happened.

My sister came home at midnight. She kissed him on the cheek. Said she was tired. Went to bed.

Jake looked at me across the room. Just for a second. And he smiled.

I went to my room and touched myself thinking about it until I fell asleep.

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