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.
