Lorie, My Girlfriend, My Lover, My Surprise?
by Curbstonesetter
Copyright© 2026 by Curbstonesetter
Romantic Sex Story: Description: He meets a girl in college and he thought so much of her he took her home to meet his Mom. His girlfriend was adopted and his Mom saw a striking resemblance between him and his girlfriend. Since she and her husband who had passed away had to offer her second baby up for adoption she got samples from herself, her son and his girlfriend to send out for DNA analysis. The results enlightened her, her son, his girlfriend and her adoptive mother.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Brother Sister First Oral Sex Pregnancy .
Author’s Note: This story is a complete work of fiction from the get go and is intended solely for the readers to enjoy. My thanks to EasySpeak for the work of editing this story so that it makes sense and makes it easier to read and understand.
Author’s Note: Adoption of children is a common practice in the US as well as throughout the rest of the civilized world. This author knew of students in elementary and high school who were adopted. At that stage of life, adolescents know very little of the adoption process nor are they very much interested.
Later in life some understanding of the adoption process leads one to wonder what would happen if a Brother and Sister one of whom or both who had been adopted with no knowledge of each other’s names and no familiarity with each other, what happens if the two siblings become romantically and sexually involved? What happens if pregnancy results? Thus the inspiration for this story.
The Story:
As I was growing up it was just me and my Mom living in our home. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters and that brought me very close to my Mom. She was my friend. She was my buddy but, above all she was my Mom. Mom was very loving to me and I loved her just as much as she loved me. I always wanted to do what she asked me to do for her.
We lived in a small apartment and Mom went to work every day to support us. As sweet and gentle and loving as my Mom was to me I always wanted to do everything I could to please her. She taught me to be polite especially to women and girls and she taught me to be courteous as well.
Just as importantly she always said to me, “Curt, I want you to study hard in school and get the best grades you can. If you get good grades in school and are always polite to others that will help you more in your life than anything else you can do. And only you can do that for yourself. I can’t do that for you and no one can buy it for you either.”
Since I wanted to please my Mom so much I did as she had asked me to do and I did study hard and got good grades in elementary school and then when I went to high school it had become a habit and I got good grades there, also. With my good grades in high school I was able to get a scholarship to go to the State University.
Mom could have sent me to the State University but, that would have heaped a much greater burden on her shoulders. It gave me the feeling that I was helping my Mom in taking a large part of the burden off of her.
I remember talking to my Mom when I was still in grade school and I told her, “Mom, the other kids in school not only have a Mom but, they also have a Dad, too. How come I don’t have a Dad?”
She sat down beside me and took me in her arms and said, “Honey, you did have a Dad. But, he died when you were very young and you were too young to remember him.” She went to her bedroom and got a picture of my Dad and showed it to me. Then she said, “After your Daddy died I had to go to work to support us and we had a really tough time making ends meet.
My Mom and Dad, your Grandma and Grandpa, helped us and your Dad’s Mom and Dad, your other Grandma and Grandpa, helped us, also. They helped me find a better job which helped us even more. Then my Mom and Dad helped me find the job I have today. Both sets of your Grandparents have helped us when they saw the necessity and the opportunity when we really needed their help.”
Mom has continued to work that job and she has progressed and has been promoted to the position of Assistant to the Vice President of the Company and then later to Assistant to the President of the Company she has work for these many years. Of course, each of her job promotions was accompanied by increases in salary and we were able to afford better living conditions.
Mom was so proud to see me go to the State University with my scholarship and she told me, “Curt, I want you to remember all that you have been taught and I want you to continue to make the best grades you can.” Then Mom wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead and my cheeks saying, “I love you, Baby.”
I had dated a couple of girls when I was a senior in high school. They were nice girls but we just didn’t have that much in common and there was no chemistry there. I also dated a couple of girls during my freshman year in college with a similar outcome. During the fall semester of my junior year I met a girl in one of my classes and I think we fell in love with each other before the end of the semester.
Her name is Lorie Wilson and she has a very pretty face with dark blue eyes and honey golden blond hair that is artfully styled and comes down to just above her shoulders. She has a fair complexion that was complimented by the color of her hair. She is only a couple of inches shorter than I am and she has that coveted hour glass shape that many girls would give a fortune to have.
I guess what really attracted me to her was her personality. Lorie has that sweet gentle personality that makes her want to please me and is pleased when I show her the same gentle treatment. In addition to that, we both have the same eye color, nearly the same hair color and the same complexion. A few times I have thought, ‘If I had a sister I think my sister would look and act just like Lorie.’
Of course, Lorie’s personality reminded me very much of my Mom. I have often heard that men and boys are drawn to girls / women who resemble their Mothers or their Sisters and that may have been another reason why I was attracted to Lorie so much.
Mom’s given name is Michelle and when I first heard the Beatles song Michelle My Belle I liked it very much because of my Mom’s first name. By the time I was in high school I was a little taller than my Mom and I many times wrapped my arms around her, kissed her cheek and sang the first three words of the Beatles song in her ear. Then I would tell her, I love you, Mom. Most of the time, she would just shiver a little bit showing me how much she loved my little display of my affection for her.
Mom would lovingly put her soft hand on my cheek, kiss my other cheek and say, “I love you, too, Honey. Have you gotten your homework done? If not, you need to get it done before supper time.”
After Lorie and I had been seeing each other long enough to get to know each other I would pick her up at her dorm and we would walk to the movies or to a restaurant or on some evenings we would just walk to my off campus room with a pizza and a bottle of wine in our hands. We ate our pizza with a glass or two of wine and we would make out in front of the TV.
One Friday evening we had picked up a pizza and a bottle of wine and took it to my room. There we ate our pizza and we were making out in front of the TV. Lorie got up taking our plates into the kitchen and started to wash them. That struck me like something my Mom would do.
I followed her into the kitchen and as she was standing in front of the sink I wrapped my arms around her and sang the tune of Michelle My Belle in her ear substituting her name Lorie for Michelle. Then I kissed her cheek, the sides of her neck and the back of her neck telling her, “I love you, Lorie.”
Lorie slowly turned in my arms, looked me in my eyes so lovingly and kissed me very tenderly. Then she whispered to me, “I love you very much, too, Curt. You are just so sweet to me.”
“Lorie, you are so sweet and so gentle and so loving you are just like my Mom, Honey. I just had to wrap my arms around you and sing the tune to Michelle My Belle in your ear substituting your name. I used to do that for my Mom since her given name is Michelle and she just loved it and I loved doing that for her.
We finished up with the plates and returned to the couch in front of the TV. Of course, we continued making out with each other during the movie and things got even hotter between us.
I had a huge hard-on and I knew that Lorie was very excited, also. I really wanted to make love with her but; I knew that she wouldn’t go for it no matter how excited she was. I just decided to wait until I knew that she couldn’t resist making love with me some time in the future.
After the movie was over, Lorie kissed me and then said, “Honey, it’s getting late and I need to get back to the dorm. Otherwise they will show me as tardy. Will you walk me back to the dorm, please, Baby?”
“Sure, Sweetheart. I don’t want you to get into trouble for being out after the curfew time.”
I walked her back to her dorm and when we got there she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She whispered to me, “I loved being with you tonight, Curt, and I wish we could spend more time together. Good night, Honey. I love you, Curt.”
“I loved having you with me tonight and I love you very much, Lorie. Good night, Baby.”
Later it occurred to me that Lorie wanted to go back to her dorm because she thought her emotions were about to run away with her and we would end up making love. I know she was very hesitant to make love for whatever reason and that was a good excuse to let the situation cool down for the time being. Of course, I wouldn’t have had any trouble making love with Lorie that night.
A couple of weeks later I took Lorie to my room where we ate our pizza with a couple of glasses of wine. As usual we were making out and it struck me that Thanksgiving was coming up at the end of the month.
I asked her, “Honey, you know that Thanksgiving is coming up at the end of the month. Are you going to be going home to visit with your family for Thanksgiving?”
“No, Curt. I’m going to be staying here in my dorm room for Thanksgiving.”
“Ok, but, why aren’t you going to be going home to be with your family for the holiday?”
“Well, it’s such a long way and I have to take a bus to get there and the closest I can get to my hometown is about fifty miles. Then my Mom will have to drive to that little town to pick me up and it’s just not worth the effort to make that round trip for just the few days of the holiday.”
“Honey, I don’t want to see you having to stay here on campus by yourself for that holiday. Why don’t you think about coming home with me for Thanksgiving? You can meet my Mom and have Thanksgiving turkey with us. I know my Mom will really like to meet you and I know that you will really like my Mom, too.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m going to call my Mom and tell her that I want to bring you home with me for the Holiday to share our turkey with us. I know that Mom will be very excited to have you come home with me to visit with us for the Holiday. She really likes to have guests visit with us on holidays like Thanksgiving and I know that she will be very excited to have you visit with us for Thanksgiving. I know that Mom will really like you and you will like her, too, Honey.”
“Ok, Honey. if your Mom says it’s alright then I’ll go home with you to meet your Mom and visit with you for Thanksgiving.”
Lorie wanted me to walk her back to her dorm where we kissed and told each other good night. The next morning I called Mom and asked her, “Mom, I have met a girl here and she can’t go home for Thanksgiving and I want to bring her home with me to spend the holiday with us. Is it Ok for me to bring her home for the Thanksgiving holiday? Her name is Lorie. She’s a sophomore and she is a really nice girl, Mom. I know you are really going to like her because I really like her.”
Mom asked all kinds of questions about Lorie and she finally said, “Ok, Sweetheart, it’s Ok for you to bring her home with you but, you know that we only have the two bedrooms. She will have to sleep in your bedroom and you are going to have to sleep on the couch. We can’t ask a guest in our house to sleep on the couch while you sleep in your bedroom.”
“Ok, Mom, I figured that was what I was going to have to do and I’m Ok with it. I just couldn’t see her staying here in her dorm room by herself for the holiday and that’s why I wanted to bring her home with me.”
When the Thanksgiving break arrived, Lorie and I left campus and traveled to my hometown and we arrived at Mom’s two bedroom apartment. I brought Lorie’s and my suitcases into the apartment. Mom had the apartment looking spic and span. I took Lorie in and showed her where the bathroom was and then I took her suitcase into my bedroom and set her suitcase down.
I told her, “This is where you are going to be sleeping while you are here, Honey. There is a lock on the inside of the door to make sure that nobody can come into the room while you are asleep.”
“Well, where are you going to be sleeping while I’m here visiting with you and your Mom, Curt?”
“We only have the two bedrooms. You are going to be sleeping in one and Mom is going to be sleeping in the other. So, I’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
“But, Curt, I can’t take your bedroom. You sleep here in your bedroom and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Lorie, we invited you here to visit with us and neither Mom nor I would ever think of asking you to sleep on the couch. You are our guest.”
About that time Mom got home from work and I introduced Lorie to my Mom and she greeted Lorie very warmly. They talked for a little while and Mom went to her bedroom to change out of the clothes she wore to work to get into something more comfortable.
After that Mom immediately went into the kitchen to start making supper for us. She called me and said, “Curt, you can come in here and help me with supper as she started for the kitchen.”
As I got up to follow Mom into the kitchen, Lorie got up with me and took my hand to go with me. She said, “I’m going to go with you and help you and your Mom, Curt. I can’t just sit here and do nothing and I want to help. That’s what I have always done at home for my Mom.”
When we got into the kitchen with Mom, I asked her, “What do you want us to do for you, Mom?”
Mom gave me several things she wanted me to do and Lorie pitched right in to help me and to help Mom, also. With Lorie’s help and my help we were able to complete our meal very quickly and set it on the table for us to eat.
During our meal Mom asked Lorie about her family. Lorie told us, “I was adopted and it is just me and my Step-Mom. My Step-Dad died in an accident at work before I started kindergarten and my Step-Mom’s parents have looked after us and helped us.
My Step-Mom works and she got a settlement from the company when my Step-Dad died. The union he was in also gave me a scholarship to the university as the daughter of a union employee and that’s how I got to go to college.”
“You and your Step-Mom are in the same circumstance as Curt and I are in, Lorie. My Husband died before Curt was old enough to remember his Daddy. Well, Lorie, will your Step-Mom be alone for Thanksgiving?”
“No, she has Brothers and Sisters that live close by and she will spend Thanksgiving with them. She won’t be alone for the holiday.”
“Do you know who your biological parents are, Lorie?”
“No, and I don’t even think my Step-Mom knows either.” As Lorie finished her sentence a timer dinged.
Mom said, “Lorie, I hope you like pie. I stopped on the way home from work and bought a couple of pies for us. I put one in the oven to have this evening and the other is in the fridge for us on Thanksgiving Day. I didn’t know what you liked so I got pumpkin for Thanksgiving Day and Curt’s favorite Cherry for this evening. I hope you like Cherry pie, Lorie.”
I know that my face and eyes lit up at the news of the cherry pie and when I looked at Lorie she had a sparkle in her eyes and a bright smile on her face.
Before I could say anything, Lorie said, “Oh, yeah, I love Cherry pie. It’s my favorite just like it’s Curt’s favorite, Mrs. Wilson.”
Mom said, “Curt, there’s a carton of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. Get it out while I get the pie out of the oven, so I can cut it and put it on some pie plates for us.”
“Mrs. Wilson, if you tell me where you keep the pie plates I’ll get them out for you to serve the pieces of pie on for us.”
Mom told her the pie plates were in the cabinet next to the dinner dishes and Lorie got them out and set them on the counter for Mom. As Mom cut the pie and put the pieces on the pie plates, I put a couple of dips of the ice cream beside the pie on each of the three plates and set them in front of our places at the table. Then we all set back down at the table to enjoy our desert.
As we were eating our pie Mom said to me, “Curt, haven’t you told Lorie what my given name is?”
“Yeah, I have Mom; I have even sung the first line of The Beatles song - Michelle My Belle to her like I have done for you so many times.”
I could see in my peripheral vision that Lorie was blushing. Mom looked at Lorie and she said, “It’s a very pretty song, isn’t it, Honey.”
I couldn’t tell whether she was talking to Lorie or to me so, I just kept my mouth shut. Then Mom said, “Lorie, you can call me by my first name, Michelle and I would like that.”
Lorie responded, “Yes, Michelle. But when Curt sings that song to me he uses my first name and says, ‘Lorie my Belle’ and it doesn’t rhyme like it does with your name but, the melody is still very pretty.” Now it was my turn to blush.
After we finished our pie and ice cream we cleaned up the kitchen and then we all went into the living room to relax and watch some TV. After watching the news and weather, Mom got out of her chair and said, “Well, kids it’s been a long day for me and I’m going to go to bed. Curt, did you show Lorie to her bedroom where she is to sleep while she is visiting with us? And you’re going to sleep here on the couch?”
“Yes, I did, Mom. And all I have to do is get a pillow and blanket from the bedroom to sleep here on the couch.
“Ok, Honey. You kids can stay up and watch TV but, don’t stay up too long, now, Curt.”
Lorie and I both said, “Good night, Mom, we hope you sleep well.”
After Mom went to bed Lorie and I sat on the couch and made out watching a romantic chick flick that she really wanted to see. She cuddled up to me laying her head on my shoulder with my arm around her. Lorie got very still and I knew that she would soon go to sleep with her head laying on my shoulder.
When I realized that Lorie was sound asleep I lowered the volume on the TV and gently awakened her telling her, “Honey, I think you need to go into the bedroom and go to bed. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me and said, “Ok, Sweetheart.”
We both got up off of the couch and I walked with her to the bedroom where I retrieved a pillow and a blanket. I told her, “There’s a night light in each of the bedrooms, the bathroom and in the hall so you won’t have any problem if you have to get up in the middle of the night, Honey. Good night, Sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning when you get up for breakfast. Sleep as long as you want since tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we always sleep late on Thanksgiving morning.”
I awoke about seven o’clock when Mom got up and started making the coffee. I wandered into the kitchen with Mom who was just about to pour herself a cup of coffee and she poured a cup for me, too.
Mom said, “Curt, Lorie is a really pretty girl and she is very sweet, too. I have noticed that she is so much like you, Honey. Have you noticed the resemblances between the two of you?”
“No I haven’t, Mom, not really but, I have noticed how much she reminds me of you, though. That’s why I wrap my arms around her and sing that Beatles song in her ear using her name and not Michelle. She always just shivers much like you do and kisses me like you do. I think that I’d like to marry her when we both get out of college, Mom.”
“Ok, Baby, I think that you should wait until you two get out of college before you begin to think about getting married. But, I want you to get a lock of her hair for yourself and one for me to put into our scrap book. I think that she would be tickled to give you a small lock of her hair when you ask her for it.”
I didn’t have the foggiest idea of what Mom really had in mind to do with a lock of Lorie’s hair or why other than putting it in the scrap book but, I thought I’d get a lock of her hair big enough to put into the scrap book and some to keep for myself.
About an hour after Mom and I had gotten up, Lorie came into the kitchen and sat down beside me. She said, “Curt, I thought that you were going to sleep in this morning since it is Thanksgiving morning.” as she gave me a quick little kiss on my lips.
“Well, Honey, I normally would but, when Mom came in here and started brewing a pot of coffee I just woke up and had to have a cup of coffee with Michelle My Belle. And now that you’re up we can start our breakfast. Do you want to have bacon, eggs and toast with jelly for breakfast this morning?”
“If that’s what you and your Mom are going to have, Curt, I’ll have the same thing.” as she got up and poured herself a cup of coffee and warmed Mom’s cup and my cup as she was pouring the coffee for herself.
We started the bacon and eggs for the three of us and we chatted over our breakfast. After breakfast Lorie and I cleaned up the kitchen for Mom when we had finished eating.
We all went into the living room to watch the Thanksgiving day parades on TV. When the parades were over, Mom started for the kitchen saying, “I didn’t buy a turkey this year Curt, but, I bought a smoked turkey breast that I’m going to bake in the oven for our Thanksgiving dinner.”
I got up and followed Mom into the kitchen to help her. I knew that there was some time before the football games were going to start so I wanted to help Mom before the football games began.
Lorie came into the kitchen with us and asked, “is there anything I can do to help you, Michelle?”
Mom responded, “Not just yet, Honey. When the turkey breast gets nearly done we’ll need to put the table cloth on the table, set the table and then I need to make the gravy, heat up the vegetables and fix the mashed potatoes and bake the dinner rolls. You can help me then.”
Lorie and I helped Mom finish our Thanksgiving dinner. I think that Lorie really enjoyed the meal as much as Mom and I did and Lorie and I cleaned up the kitchen for her.
When the kitchen was cleaned up we all went into the living room to relax and let our meal settle. I said to Mom, “That is the best turkey dinner that I have ever had, Mom, and another good thing about it is that there won’t be a week’s worth of left-over turkey for us to have to eat either.”
Lorie added her thoughts to mine, “I agree, Michelle. The smoked turkey was very good and the rest of the dinner just added to it to make it a very fine Thanksgiving dinner. Thank you for all of the work you did to give us such a fine meal. I know it was much better than what I would have had if I had stayed on campus for the holiday.”
“I’m really glad you two liked it. I have eaten smoked turkey before and I just knew that you two would like it when I made it for our Thanksgiving dinner. And thank you two for cleaning up the kitchen for me, Lorie and Curt. This has been extra special having you here with us, Lorie, and we would love to have you come back to visit with us again sometime soon.” Mom replied.
We watched a college football game and then there were a couple of pro football games on as well. The Dallas Cowboys always play on Thanksgiving day and the Detroit Lions always play on that day, too, but, I preferred to watch the Cowboys.
I think that the football games got the better of Mom and Lorie since they seemed happier taking a nap and I had to hold the cheering down during their naps. Needless to say we all enjoyed our Thanksgiving Day.
On Friday, Mom took Lorie shopping with her and I wasn’t invited. I just guess the women wanted to have some alone time. I just took the time to do a few things around the house for Mom. They were gone until after lunch but, when they returned they were happy and chatty like two longtime friends.
On Saturday, I took Lorie for a look-see around the little town I grew up in and showed her all of the “sights”. I took her by to introduce her to some of the guys I went to high school with since they were home from college for Thanksgiving like Lorie and I were.
Mom asked me, “Did you take her and show her around the high school, Curt?”
“No, I couldn’t do that, Mom, because it is all locked up since it’s a holiday and there are no classes.”
“Well, did you take her to Castalaries’ and get her a burger, fries and a chocolate shake?”
“No, Mom, because that place has been closed since I started my junior year in High school.”
“Well, you must have taken her out to the old quarry where all the high school guys take their dates to park and make out with them, then.”
“Mom, I have never gone out to that old quarry.”
“Ok, but, why did I get those letters from the sheriff’s office saying that they had seen my car parked there on Friday’ and Saturday nights?”
“I don’t know, Mom. Did you take your boyfriend out there on those nights?” I asked with a devious smirk on my face.
I looked over at Lorie and she had a big smile on her face at my impudent responses to Mom.
Sunday morning Lorie and I both slept in a little later than what she had done during our stay with Mom. We got up, had our showers and breakfast and later we packed our luggage in preparation for our return to the university for Monday’s classes.
After lunch I took our luggage out to our ride and then I told Mom, “Mom, we need to be going so we can get back to campus before dark.”
Mom hugged Lorie and said, “I’m awfully glad you could spend the holiday with us, Honey, and speaking for Curt as well as myself I hope that you can come visit with us again, soon. I’m sure you will want to spend Christmas with your family but, anytime you want to visit with us again you are welcome.”
And then Mom and I hugged and kissed each other just as we were about to leave. Mom said to me, Thanks for bringing Lorie home with you, Honey, and I guess I’ll see you when you get home for Christmas. If Lorie wants to come home with you for Christmas you know that she will be welcome to come visit with us. I love you, Honey.”
“I love you, too, Mom, This has been a good visit with you especially with Lorie here visiting with us.”
We left and got back to campus before dark and we stopped to get something to eat. Before I was about to take Lorie to her dorm, I told her, “I’ll see you Friday evening and we’ll go out somewhere to eat and do whatever you want to do.
She replied, “Curt, all during the time we were visiting with your Mom we didn’t have much alone time. Can I come to your room and spend part of the evening with you this evening, Honey?”
“Sure you can, Lorie, I just thought that you may want to get back to your dorm room but, if you want to come to my room with me you can. I think I still have some wine in the fridge for us to have a couple of glasses this evening.”
Lorie squealed, leaned over, kissed me and said, “That’s what I have been wanting to do ever since we left your Mom’s home this afternoon. I love you, Curt”
“I love you, too, Lorie”
When we got to my room, we got the bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured a glass for each of us and went into watch a movie on TV. Lorie sat down next to me and we immediately began to make out along with sipping our wine.
I really didn’t realize just how turned on Lorie was until she threw her arms around my neck and she began to kiss me all over my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes, the sides of my neck, my throat and finally my lips.
Then she quickly slipped one of her legs over my lap and straddled me as she leaned over against my chest with her soft titties pressed tightly against my chest and she continued to kiss me very affectionately.
Lorie then laid her cheek next to mine and whispered into my ear, “I love you so much, Curt. I wanted to do this so much all the time we were at your Mom’s house but, we couldn’t do it until your Mom went to bed and I was always afraid that she would come out of her bedroom and find us doing this.”
I could feel the hot love moisture from her womanhood through her panties, her slacks and my slacks as her womanhood sat right over my hard dick. I know that she could feel the bulge of my dick in my jeans through her slacks and panties but, she just didn’t say anything about it.
As she sat there, she continued to whisper to me and run her fingers through my hair. That enticed me to do the same thing for her. I ran my fingers through her hair all over her scalp and she just purred to me when I did. When I started running my fingers through her hair and all over her scalp she gasped and wiggled her hips like she was trying to get my dick to slip deep inside her.
Wrapping my arms around her I just had to tell her, “I love you very much, too, Lorie. I love running my fingers through your beautiful hair and all over your scalp.” as I kissed her face, her neck, her lips and her throat much like she had just done for me. I could feel the pre-cum running out of my dick and dripping into my briefs.
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