I got creampied by my sisters boyfriend - Part 1

This story happened twenty years ago, when I was 20 and home from college for the summer. My younger sister, Jane, who was 18 at the time, had been dating a local guy named Matt for a few months. I’d gone to school with him, but I barely knew him until he started seeing her. Matt was tall, athletic, dark-haired, and effortlessly handsome — the kind of guy who naturally drew attention.

To be honest, Jane was stunning. She had the kind of beauty people openly talked about: tall, long-legged, perfectly proportioned, with gorgeous features and flowing dark hair. She was also an exceptional athlete, especially in gymnastics, and would later earn a prestigious scholarship because of it.

I was attractive too, just in a different way. I was shorter, with a tight ass and beautiful perky boobs and a pretty face. But next to Jane, I often felt invisible. At family events, everyone would gush about how beautiful she was, while I rarely received the same attention. It could be frustrating and hurtful at times, though I wasn’t blind, I understood why.

At that point, Jane and Matt still hadn’t slept together — something that becomes important later.

One weekend, while Jane was away at a gymnastics competition, I went out drinking with friends and unexpectedly ran into Matt at a bar. We stayed quite late. My friends were getting ready to leave when he came over and offered to buy me a drink.

We ended up talking for an hour. He was charming, funny, and incredibly easy to be around. There was an obvious flirtation between us, subtle at first but growing more noticeable as the night went on. I could feel it, and I’m sure he could too.

By closing time, we were the only two left from our group. Matt mentioned that he had beer back at his place and invited me over for another drink. His parents were away for the night, so he had the house to himself.

I said no at first, mostly because I knew exactly what the invitation might mean. But I’d had enough to drink that my judgment was slipping, and deep down, I wanted to go. Matt was attractive, and I’d already caught myself imagining what might happen if I said yes.

His house was only a short walk away — a beautiful townhouse that looked far more stylish than I expected. He led me to the kitchen and opened two beers, and we sat at the kitchen island talking and laughing. The flirting became more obvious after he made a teasing comment about my cleavage, and before long it was clear neither of us was interested in just talking anymore.

Eventually, he walked over, leaned in, and kissed me.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he said.

“Me too,” I admitted. “But what about Jane?”

“She’ll never find out,” he replied quietly. “It can stay between us.”

He kissed me again, and this time I didn’t stop him.

From there, things escalated fast. The mix of alcohol, attraction, and the thrill of crossing a line I knew I shouldn’t completely drowned out my common sense. Every rational part of me screamed that this was a terrible idea, but in that moment, I didn’t care.

My hands slid to his belt. I unbuckled it slowly, teasing him as I worked open the buttons of his jeans while his hand cupped my breast over my clothes, his mouth still hungry against mine. Seconds later, his pants were around his thighs, exposing a thick, hard cock that immediately caught my attention. Bigger than average, neatly trimmed, with a heavy girth that made my pulse jump the second I saw it.

I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him slowly, feeling him grow even harder in my grip while his hands wandered over my body. The adrenaline of what we were doing, reckless, impulsive, completely forbidden. It only made everything feel hotter.

I slid off the stool and planted my feet on the floor, gently pushing him back against the kitchen island before sinking to my knees in front of him. His cock was right there at eye level now, twitching slightly with anticipation. Without hesitation, I gripped the base and wrapped my lips around the tip, taking him into my mouth with eager, enthusiastic strokes.

““Oh, fuck, yes, Amy… fuck,” he groaned, his voice tight with pleasure as the wet slurping sounds of my mouth on his cock echoed through the kitchen.

His hand tangled gently in my hair while I sucked him slowly, teasing him one moment and taking him deep the next. By twenty, I already knew exactly what I was doing — how to make a man squirm, how to drag the pleasure out until he was trembling beneath my hands.

Every so often I’d pull back just enough to catch my breath, wrapping my hand around his thick cock and stroking him fast while saliva glistened along the shaft. He leaned back against the kitchen island, hips twitching helplessly as low moans spilled from his lips.

“Jesus… oh, Jesus, I’m gonna cum.”

The desperation in his voice made me grin.

I slipped my mouth away at the last second and shifted beside him, pumping him hard through the orgasm as his cock jerked violently in my hand. Thick ropes of cum shot across the kitchen tiles in rapid bursts — one after another — splattering the floor while he groaned and shuddered against the counter, completely spent.

To be continued