The Story of Sara and Sam - A Shoulder to Cry On
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 easily see why the couple involved might want to tell their tale, but could not do it themselves without hurting others they love.
I hope you enjoy it.
During late 2002, I was researching stories for inclusion in an anthology of true life erotica when I came across Sara (not her real name). She told me she had an unusual true story of a passionate love affair, which has lasted nearly five years and which she and her lover felt they could keep secret no longer. I was intrigued and we arranged first to talk and then meet.
Her story, of which this is the first chapter, is indeed special and was written following a series of deeply personal interviews, with a very special couple – Sara and Sam. Attractive and passionate about both the physical and spiritual side of their relationship, their story shows a different aspect of a loving sexual relationship, the depth of which was previously unknown to me.
Sara and Sam appear perfectly matched - an ideal loving couple - but their lives are complicated. Each of them is married to or living with someone else. Nothing unusual there; affairs happen all the time.
But they are also brother and sister.
They have no problem with the morality of this, but because society does, they have kept their affair secret for nearly 5 years. Sara came to me because, after such a long period of secrecy, they both feel desperate to shout about their love from the rooftops; to tell everybody how they feel about each other, but know that with many others involved it would be impossible to break society's taboos to such a degree without causing pain to those they care for.
They asked me to turn their relationship into a short story to relieve by proxy their frustrations, and in the hope that it might contribute in some small way to a more tolerant attitude in society. After spending time talking with them and listening to them, I felt they deserved more than just that.
I have therefore created a series of different short stories, of which this is the first, each featuring an erotic episode in their lives that they feel is fundamental to an understanding of their relationship. There is much more to their relationship than the physical side, but because I am writing for this particular audience, sex features strongly at their request in the desire to explain the very special nature of loving sex between siblings.
I have changed the names of people and have been deliberately vague about places and dates, but the events featured are as they were told to me and I have wherever possible used the words Sara and Sam used to describe what happened and how they felt. (Sara, for example loathes the word 'pussy' so it has not been used).
Although stories about incest are not to everybody's taste, we felt that Sara and Sam's situation showed most clearly how l'Oreille Discret can help turn one person's frustrations into pleasure for many. We hope you find this first chapter enjoyable. The next Chapter will follow shortly and remember, the story is continuing every day.
Any comments you have would be welcome.
For Sara and Sam, with love. I hope this makes you happy.
July 1998 - Near Marbella, Costa del Sol, Spain.
"Midge! What's wrong?" A soft, familiar voice from behind her asked gently. A familiar hand fell lightly on her shoulder. Sam eased back the chair net to her and slid alongside. "Are you crying? Come on! Tell me what's happened."
Sara hardly responded. Her elbows on the table cloth, her hands over her face, her shoulders continued to shake. "I'm OK Sam." She eventually mumbled.
"I can clearly see you aren't OK." Replied Sam quietly, and placing his right hand lightly on Sara's forearm, he lowered it to the table revealing her pale, mascara-streaked cheek. He turned his chair to look her straight in the eyes, and held both her hands in his. His voice was soft and reassuring. "Come on Sara, talk to big brother."
The room around them was full of noise as the band played the usual holiday tunes. The dance floor was full and the jasmine-scented Spanish night was warm. A light breeze drifted in from the sea, across the beach and the woodland that surrounded the villa. It was a perfect romantic night.
The holiday had been their parents' idea, and until that day had been a reasonable one, if you ignored David - and she wanted to ignore David. Sara's Mum and Dad had been staying in their Spanish house over the summer months, and had invited Sara and her boyfriend David and her brother Sam and his wife Lynn to stay with them for a couple of weeks. The weather had been perfect, the sea warm, and both couples had been able to spend as much time alone as they wanted. Sara and Sam had always been close. The age difference between them was just over one year and, although Sam had made great capital out of this when they were young, it had become less relevant as they became teenagers and at their current 'advanced' ages of 21 and 23, had been completely forgotten.
They lived in a city in the English Midlands. Sara was a student at the local university. Just about to enter her final year, she lived with their parents in an attempt to save money. She had many friends; in particular David, her boyfriend of just over 18 months, and spent as much time as lectures and tutorials allowed at the nearby sports club, membership of which was a perennial gift from their parents.
Sam had always been the film star of the family. He was tall and dark and athletically built. Now with a two week Mediterranean tan he looked like an arrival from Hollywood and Sara had noticed with amusement how he always attracted attention in public. He attracted the admiring attentions of woman. He evoked feelings of envy and sometimes hostility in men. Sara wasn't sure it was a nice position to be in. Sam had graduated a year ago, and had been accepted on the Management Training Scheme for the large multi-national company that dominated their city. He lived in a newly-built flat with his Lynn, wife of over a year.
Sara, on the other hand, had a certain 'girl next door' quality which no amount of gym sessions, hairdresser visits, clothes or make up could completely eliminate. Always in the top 3 at school, she too was quite tall, and knew her slim, toned body to be attractive. Her shoulder length brown hair was soft and glossy, but she had realised years ago that she wasn't going to be one of those girls who everybody stared after in the street. Her small breasts didn't help there, even now not requiring a bra. But she didn't give up. She trained regularly, swam regularly, read practically every women's magazine in existence and took care to try and make the most of her pleasant features.
Sam's wife Lynn, however, was one of those women that other women hate. He had met her at the sports club to which they all belonged. At that time she was working in the beauty salon attached to the club and had caught the eye of every man who entered. Even the gay ones admired her waist length blonde hair. Naturally blessed with breasts that would cost many women thousands of pounds, she was tall and very slim and knew exactly how to dress to make the most of her figure. Sara had once thought ruefully that it didn't seem to matter that she had difficulty giving the right change sometimes and could barely identify Africa on a world map. Never mind, Sam could always show her. But then, Sam might have a bit of difficulty with that himself. She and Sam were a 'golden couple', apparently made for each other, but Sara had begun to suspect that all was not quite as it should be.
David, Sara now believed, had been a mistake. They had been together for well over a year and things had not been going well recently. David was tall and dark like Sam. In moments of self-doubt Sara wondered if she had started 'going out' with him because of that resemblance. Intellectually much brighter than Sam, he lacked Sam's confidence and felt the need to prove himself on an almost daily basis. He also had a wandering eye. It had not taken long for Sara to see this and she did not like it. She was almost sure that David had had 'a fling' with at least one of her girl friends over the last year, and he certainly could not keep his eyes off Lynn.
She had faced him with it tonight. The row had been brewing all day. When she had woken up that morning, there had been the sound of splashing from the pool outside. David routinely woke before her, but during this holiday he had always been missing for up to an hour before breakfast. She had descended the stairs and to her surprise had seen David on the covered patio, partly concealed behind a pillar, looking intently towards the pool. She had approached him silently and quickly realised that the object of all his intention was Lynn in her slender one-piece costume doing her daily pre-breakfast 100 lengths of the pool. He was gazing across - staring in fact - and was keeping to the edge of the patio, apparently to avoid being seen. As he stared, he was doing something with his right arm, in front of his body. Sara, puzzled, moved forwards to get a better view. As she drew closer, her bare foot had made a sound on the tiled floor and David had spun round to reveal to her horror his hand down the front of his boxer shorts holding a massive erection. She had said nothing, turning away back into the bedroom, but it was going to be impossible for her to pretend nothing had happened.
Unsurprisingly, there had been an awkward atmosphere during the day. David had been distant, Sara had been cold and aloof with him, and she could not avoid feeling it was somehow partly Lynn's fault. It had been a relief therefore, when Sam had suggested going to the party at the beach bar that night. They had all eagerly agreed.
At first things were going quite well. Pent up tension led to them all drinking perhaps a little too much too quickly and Sara could feel herself feeling distinctly tipsy. She also felt bolder and more confident - Dutch courage, she thought. She had danced with Sam and with David. They had danced as a group to the silly holiday dance routines, laughing at themselves despite the tension. Sam and Lynn had danced and Sara and Sam had danced - quite a lot because she was still angry with David.
As midnight approached, Sara and David had been sitting alone at their table, drinking water to cool themselves down. Sara noticed David's eyes fixed on the dance floor and looked across to see what was drawing him. She saw, as expected, Lynn in her tight, short silver dress gyrating to a powerful rhythm alongside Sam in his tight T shirt and trousers. David's eyes were fixed on Lynn's smoothly covered behind. Sara could contain herself no longer.
Taking the jug of Sangria in her hand, she threw it in David's face. He leapt backwards, knocking over his chair, and stood up, purple droplets falling from his hair, face and shirt.
"What was that for?"
