A Surprise for Lisa - or "I think I made my Sister Pregnant"
l'Oreille Discret is a new project writing and compiling true erotic stories based on the real lives of real people. Many of us have erotic secrets that we would love to share, but do not know how to do so in confidence.
I'Oreille Discret can help, as the following true story shows. Readers will understand why the central character might want others to hear his tale, but could not tell it himself without hurting others.
I hope you find it interesting.
The following story was told by Mike, who lives in the South East of England. For several years he has been very troubled by the events detailed below, but for reasons which will become obvious, felt unable to tell anyone about his fears. He contacted us in order to 'get it off his chest' as he put it, in an anonymous way, and in the hope that someone reading this will be able to put his mind at rest.
Those of you expecting a sister - brother sex story will be disappointed. I have included this tale because it is one of the most unusual stories I have encountered, and demonstrates both the complexity of peoples' lives and a way in which 'confessing' can help sooth a troubled mind.
My name is Mike. A few years ago when I was eighteen and still at school, I lived at home with my parents and my older sister, Lisa. We all got on very well as a family, apart from the usual silly arguments, and this continued even when Lisa got married and her new husband moved in with us.
Lisa is three years older than me, and is a 'nice girl'. Quite pretty, but perhaps just a little overweight, she had had only three 'proper' boyfriends in her life, and had just married Phil, who she had been 'going out with' for nearly three years and who was definitely the nicest boyfriend she had had. I must say now that I am very fond of Lisa, but in a true brotherly way and apart from a few teenage fantasies, have never really wanted to have sex with her. I also get on very well with Phil.
Housing is very expensive where we lived, so after their wedding and honeymoon, Phil had moved into our house with Lisa for a few months while the two of them saved enough money for the deposit on a flat. Lisa's bedroom was much bigger than mine, and Mum and Dad had put a double bed into it for them to use. We often ate together, but Lisa and Phil tried to carry on life as a couple rather than as part of a larger family.
My room was next door to Lisa's, and the walls were very thin, as in most cheaply-built modern houses. I had known for some time that, if I opened the doors of my built-in wardrobe, I could hear most of the things being said and done in her room. If I closed the doors, my clothes stopped any of the noises I made being heard in her room - a 'one way street', I suppose. I'm afraid that I had found this out soon after we moved into that house, and had often listened in to Lisa and her friends or, less often, boyfriends when they were in her room together.
I suppose I must also tell you that, like many eighteen year old boys, sex was very important to me at that time. My actual experiences had not been many, mostly confined to some heavy petting sessions with girlfriends and, I must admit, a couple of mutual masturbation sessions with other guys. I had 'had sex' with a girl only once, after a school disco, which had been largely unsatisfactory for both of us and had not been repeated. In short, I was frustrated and still uncertain about my sexuality.
I was, however, heavily into masturbation, and that is how the problem arose.
During the early summer in question, I was doing my 'A' level exams and had a lot of time off school for study and revision. Because both my parents work during the day, and Lisa and Phil both had jobs, I spent a lot of time at home, alone. I was generally a conscientious student, so spent most of the time studying, but built a number of 'break' times into my regime. This is when my guilty secret began.
Inevitably, eighteen and left at home alone, my thoughts would turn to sex and I would often lie on my bed to fantasize and masturbate. I had a couple of books and magazines hidden under a floorboard in my room, and with these and a strong imagination I could spend up to half an hour in a state of great excitement, before cumming, usually on my stomach (it's much nicer than into a tissue). My fantasies grew and, being sexually still confused as I told you, incorporated most of the girls I knew and occasionally one or two of the boys.
The best orgasms of all however, were when I lay on the floor on my back at night, listening to the sounds of Lisa and Phil 'doing it' next door. They were not loud, but if I was very still (moving only one hand) I could hear their moans and sometimes Lisa making little squeaking sounds. At these times I felt very aroused and the pleasure when I came was much greater.
One morning I had woken early and was getting out the day's clothes from my wardrobe when I heard a noise through the wall from Lisa's room. Initially confused, I quickly recognized it as being the sounds of a pre-breakfast lovemaking session, and immediately got an erection. I moved as close as I could to the wall and closed my eyes to listen, my hand active in my boxer shorts. To my dismay however, their coupling ended within a few seconds of my first hearing them, leaving me horny but unsatisfied. I dressed and went down to breakfast with a firmness still in my trousers. Lisa and Phil joined me shortly afterwards and I was sure she was looking a little flushed. The thought brought my erection back, uncomfortably caught in my pants.
After hurriedly drinking orange juice and tea, Lisa and Phil went off to work. My parents had left for their jobs long ago, so I was alone in the house once again. I tidied up the breakfast things and went up to my room to begin studying.
I just couldn't concentrate that morning, my sexual frustration playing games with my mind - and other parts of me - and I decided to try and relieve the frustration by hand, so to speak. I undressed down to my pants and took one of my books out from under the wardrobe floor. I closed the curtains and lay back on my bed, stroking myself.
The book I had chosen contained a short story of a young girl being undressed by her new husband on her wedding night, and the detail of how she felt as her clothes were removed was very arousing indeed. I suddenly knew that I wanted to feel like that too. I honestly can't say whether I liked the idea of undressing a virgin bride, or whether I wanted a strong virile man to undress me, such was my sexual insecurity. All I know is that in a state of arousal and confusion, I stood up again and went into Lisa's bedroom.
The room had the very familiar Lisa smell. It was less obviously girly now that Phil was living there too, but I guessed that Lisa's clothes would still be in their usual places. I crossed to her bedside table and, sitting on her bed wearing only my underpants, opened the top drawer. I was right. All Lisa's knickers were still there. Nervously, I took them out, pair by pair, holding them up to see what she had chosen. I found the usual cotton panties that I remembered her wearing since we were both at school. I also found some sexier white silk panties, and a pair of red lace ones, cut high and with a 'g-string' back. I felt my chest go tight as I made a big decision. I slipped off my underpants and put them on.
They felt incredibly soft and sexy. I crossed to the full length mirror on her cupboard door and looked. I was surprised at how good I thought I looked in them. I suppose at this point I should describe myself. I am tall and thin, with a flat stomach and very little body hair. I have been called effeminate, but I don't really think that's quite right. Anyway, the panties fitted me quite well, apart from my erection bulging within them, and I turned around in front of the mirror. I felt sexy.
I looked around the room and saw the curtains open. I quickly closed them and opened a few more drawers. A white crop top lay in the dresser. Recognizing it, I slipped it over my head. Lisa's breasts filled it very differently from my chest, but the effect was pleasing, especially the feel of my bare tummy below its hem. Moving to the wardrobe, I found Lisa's short black skirt and took it down from the rack. I carefully put it on too, and looked in the mirror with more pleasure. I slowly, sexily raised the skirt to reveal my red panties. I felt even more sexy. I returned to the bedside table and looked to see what else might be there. I found the black and red garter that Lisa had worn on her wedding day. This was too much! I slipped it up my left leg to my upper thigh, and wriggled the black skirt over it. I stood again in front of the mirror and played games, thrusting out my bottom to the glass, lifting the skirt again to show the thong between my buttocks, all the while feeling my erection straining against the material of the panties.
I then let my imagination run riot. In my mind, I was with someone else - sometimes a woman, sometimes a man - who was undressing me. As the story unfolded in my mind, so I undressed myself slowly and sensuously in front of Lisa's mirror until I stood naked, my erection now so hard as to be painful. I lay back on Lisa and Phil's bed and with my eyes tightly closed, imagined a mouth - it could have been male or female, I didn't know or care - closing around my cock, its tongue engulfing my head, its teeth on the sides of my shaft. My hand slid up and down my cock until with a rush, a warm feeling filled my legs and stomach and I reached an incredible climax, shouting "Oh God!" as cum sprayed across my stomach.
I think I fell asleep for a short while, because I felt cold when I woke on Lisa's bed. I quickly cleaned myself up with a tissue from her bedside table, and put away all her clothes, taking care to replace them exactly as I had found them, and straightening out the bed.
I went to my room and began to study.
