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The Neighbourhood 01 - 2022-06-15 - Katie

2023-01-22 00:19:18

There's a lot of tension and teasing in this one, but no sex. I had a stiffy the whole time I wrote it; I hope you enjoy it too. It gets intense in the next instalment.

Your opinions matter, so comments with your thoughts are welcome. Constructive advice preferred, of course. If you're interested in editing, I have another 45000 words so far, and could use some pre-post feedback.

Each chapter is labelled with the themes in that chapter. There are a lot of other themes to this tale as the chapters progress, including: anal, BDSM, blowjob, BDSM, bondage and restriction, cheating, discipline, domination/submission, first time, group, humiliation, incest, lesbian, oral sex, pregnant, romance, teen, threesome, toys, voyeurism, virginity, wife, young.


Full Disclosure:

This is a set of fantasies. Fantasy characters do things that are immoral, damaging, illegal, and (in some cases) impossible. This is a fantasy world that happens to look a lot like our world. For example, there are no sexually transmitted diseases, and the consequences incest and young sex tend to the pleasurable rather than the punitive or putrescent. In the real world these are among the most damaging perversions—abuses of power and breeches of trust. Don't confuse fantasies affairs, underage sex, and incestuous sex with reality—no matter how titillating or stimulating. There are things in this story that are horrifying libido-killers for me even in fantasy: as a writer, I follow the characters; I don't lead them. So don't fuck little girls or little boys; don't cheat on the people who care about you. Fantasy is not reality. If you read Tolkien and are tempted to pick up a sword and work your way through the Orcs in the mall, seek help; if you read this and are tempted to pick up some 12 year olds and work your way through their innocence, SEEK HELP. It's not real life! Don't force it on anyone! Now grab a phone and call for help, or grab some lube and start reading with one hand. Don't get the two confused.


Wednesday June 15th, 2022

I came home around 7:00 from an after-work-for-drinks meeting with a client. It was a sultry summer evening, only two months later, and I was ready to put my place up for sale. I had moved my day-to-day stuff into Winn's house weeks before, but we had decided that this was the day my moving in was official. I was slightly tipsy, and looking forward to strapping Winn to the bed, eating her cunt until she cried, and then fucking her throat. When I walked in the house my cock was already making an obvious ridge in my jeans, down my left thigh. Between juggling two homes, a dog, and keeping our mutual lusts satisfied, I hadn't really met any of Winn's neighbours. She seemed to be at the hub of a lot of the families around her home, and I was looking forward to meeting them all. Her best friends, Jon and KC, lived just up the street. Winn practically lived in their house for many years. It turned out that today was the day I met them—and their daughter, Katie.


The first thing I saw stopped me dead: Katie was rolling around on the floor with Winn's lab, Bandana. I spent a long moment taking her in, hardly noticing her parents energetically chatting with my woman.

Katie was surprisingly beautiful—the kind of physical perfection that seems unreal whenever you look away, so you look again: long, straight black hair; firm, high, c-cup breasts; slender, long waist; mouth-watering ass; piercing grey eyes; a smattering of freckles; fine, narrow nose; full, pale lips wrapped around a glorious smile; arched eyebrows; long legs. She was wearing a tight, baby-doll tee shirt and snug, pale blue jeans. Her feet were bare, with crimson toenails. She was a teen goddess.

°Seventeen? Eighteen?° I thought, hopefully. I felt my semi-hard cock stir against my boxers and thought, °Winn is in for a rough time tonight. Let's keep the jailbait-lechery to a minimum while meeting the girlfriend's best friends, shall we?°

Katie must have been checking me out while I checked her out, because she said, "Aunty Winnie, you didn't tell us about his hair!"

Winn laughed. "You spent so much time asking about his butt that I didn't have time," she said. That made my eyebrows go up. I'm lucky: I'm a good-looking man, muscular and broad, with golden-brown skin. My hair is dark brown, thick and curly, falling to the middle of my back. My friends frequently comment about my looks, asking which romance novel cover I was on this week, requesting free copies of my Playgirl spread, and so on. I was glad to be good looking but wary of vanity, so compliments tended to make me a bit uncomfortable.

Eyebrows still up, I smiled and turned to Katie's parents. Winn had talked a lot about Jon and KC. They had been neighbours for around twelve years, and best friends for most of that time. Jon and KC had helped Winn through her messy divorce right after they met; they often came home to find her making dinner for everyone—or in their hot tub, sipping wine.

In the "everyone" included Katie, who Winn thought of as the kid she never had, and DJ—KC's nephew, whose real name was Dmitri Jr. From Winn's descriptions, DJ was a strapping 15 year old boy who had a very hard time with his dad. KC and Jon took him in when he was 12, and treated him like a son ever since. Both kids had come home to Winn's house after school for years. I hoped to be welcomed into their lives, but didn't know what would happen.

Despite all she had told me, she'd left out a few key points. For one, they were younger than I expected—my age—and very attractive. °No wonder Katie's so hot.° Her parents were serious fantasy-fuel. KC was a tight package, shaped like her daughter, but softer and more rounded. Her light brown hair was shorter and curlier than mine, forming an attractive mass atop her very pretty face. A thick lock fell in front of her left eye, which did nothing to conceal the knowing gleam I saw there. °Soooo much trouble,° I thought. She was quite tall for a woman, but Jon towered over her: easily six-foot-six, with a slender, muscular frame and a face was full of laughter. °He looks like a runner.° Winn, my petite sweetie, had to reach high to thump Jon's arm, presumably for something he said while I was distracted by Katie's antics and her comment to Winn.

I smiled a big smile, and stuck out a hand to Jon. He had a dry, firm grip. "Jim," I said, introducing myself. "Winn's been telling me a lot about you guys."

KC shot a grin at Winn. "All good, just like we talked about, right?"

"No," I said. Considering the flirtatious look KC had given me, and presuming that all women talk about their sex lives, I continued with, "I spanked her until she told me the truth instead."

Jon and KC's eyes got wide, and I heard Katie gasp. Winn laughed, but with a little anxiety. "Nothing but the truth," she said, "but maybe not the whole truth."

°Interesting,° I thought. I turned back to KC and said, "I promise she'll find time to visit and make dinner again soon."

Jon and KC smiled. "We don't expect her to be spending as much time with us now," Jon said. "We love her too, and we're glad to see her so happy." KC nodded in agreement. Soon we were talking about our favourite ‘Winn dishes.'

Katie was now on her back, legs spread, fending off the bouncing Bandana with her feet. I couldn't help imagining myself buried in her young cunt, with Winn riding her face. My cock swelled more, to half-mast. I could feel it starting to stretch the cloth of my boxers, down my left leg. My little man was going to make himself known very soon.

I carefully reigned in my lecherous gaze and suggested we make our way into the living room. I took drink orders as we moved, and stayed in the kitchen to mix them. Katie's ass was particularly mesmerizing as she crawled away from me, but I dragged my eyes away. °You're not going to reduce the swelling that way, son,° I thought to myself in my father's voice. I focused on the drinks.

Their ready banter was warm and familiar. The three of them caught up on recent events as I mixed frozen mojitos for the ladies and popped some beers for the boys. Katie requested an iced tea during a momentary pause in her dog-romping. °She has to be younger than seventeen,° I mused, thinking about how young her parents looked. °Fifteen? Damn, I want to nail her!° I shook my head, smiling, and gathered up the drinks. I wasn't really worried about fantasizing over a teenager: I had started lusting after them when I was a teen, and I still did, and didn't expect that lust to ever change. I was pretty sure that most men felt the same way, and like me, didn't really want to turn the fantasy into reality.

After passing out the drinks, I sat beside Winn on the right arm of the loveseat. Inevitably, my eyes found Katie. She was on her hands and knees now, shoulders down and ass high in the air, mimicking Bandana's playful stance. Of course, her sweet, sweet ass was aimed straight at me, like she was begging me to mount her. A moment later she was playing tug-the-rope with Bandana, which made her thrust her hips back and forth.

I stared openly, hoping her parents would think I was looking at her playing, instead of visualizing my cock thrusting down into her tight, puckered asshole. Her imagined moans echoed between my ears. My cock swelled again, now making a fairly obvious ridge down my left thigh. I was sitting at an angle that limited the view the others had of my hard-on, which was good. There wasn't much I could do to conceal it, and it was getting uncomfortable. I had to sit with my leg up just to keep some of the tension off it. °I need to soften up or we're going to have an unintentionally intimate first impression.°

I tried to distract myself with talk of the dog. Nodding to Jon and KC, I said, "I haven't been here long, but Bandana made it very clear that "tug" is her favourite indoor game." Jon was sitting at the far end of the couch, watching his daughter play. KC was lying on her side with her head in Jon's lap and her knees drawn up toward her chest. Her loose t-shirt was pulled tight against her full breasts. They strained against the thin cloth, showing her hard nipples. As I checked her out, I noticed that she was staring past the action on the floor. She was staring at my crotch. Her tongue slithered out along her lips, and her expression looked hungry.

I shifted my gaze to look down at Winn. I wondered how she would react to this fairly obvious display of interest from her friend. From where I sat, I could see right down her loose top, which was a pleasure: she was braless and that her small nipples were very hard. I followed her gaze, only to discover that she was also mesmerized by Katie's ass, swaying and bouncing in front of us. °There's a lot going on here that I don't know about,° I thought. I glanced up at Jon to see who he was leching at. His hand was absently stroking the side of KC's breast, who he was gazing at with a small smile.

°Okay, so we're not ALL perverts. Jon's keeping his eyes at home,° I thought. With my cock now very uncomfortable and hard, it occurred to me that we were in a very long conversational pause. I was getting a lot of interesting ideas about playing with KC and Jon, but couldn't figure out how to approach the idea with Katie sexing up the place in front of us. "So what's your hobby, Jon," I asked, hoping to distract myself long enough to soften up.

Jon and I talked while the ladies continued to be distracted. Neither of us were into professional sports, but we found common ground pretty quickly with motorcycles, live music, martial arts and barbequing. In short order we arranged for me to join him at his aikido dojo on Friday, to see if I liked their style. "A few of us usually stop of at the Dragon's Den after practice," Jon said. It's a pretty nice pub on the way back from the dojo." He took a final swig of his beer. "They have a house band called ‘Going Down' that plays some wicked blues—they have a phenomenal harp player fronting the group, and they let some of us regulars sit in for a few jams now and then."

"Sounds fantastic," I said. I played bass guitar for fun, and Jon played lead.

"I'll go over to your place around 6 and start dinner," Winn said. "You boys can join us after the practice and the bar."

"That sounds great," KC said.

"Yeah, Auntie Winnie. I miss your cooking!" Katie was finally in a relatively unprovocative position, spooning Bandana in front of the empty fireplace.

The ladies started talking about what they wanted for dinner, which finally helped my dick get down to manageable proportions. I waited for a pause in the flow of words, then asked if anyone wanted another round. The answer was a universal "Yes".

I got up, stepping past Katie, who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her mother. Jon was absently stroking KC's hip and side; KC was absently stroking Katie's hair; Katie was absently stroking Bandana's belly. I smiled, watching the causal tenderness obvious in their family.

Then I noticed that Katie was staring at my crotch, with the same expression her mother had earlier.

Alarms started going off in my head. °Warning! Warning! Jailbait alert! Warning!° I hurried past her toward the kitchen, rolling my eyes as my dick took the express train to Hardsville again. Once I had the fridge open, blocking their view of me, I reached into my pants and wrestled my cock into an upright position. It stuck up over my belt, but as long as I kept my shirt on it wouldn't be smacking anyone in the face and I could move around without discomfort.

As I started crushing mint for the mojitos, Katie got up and swayed into the kitchen. "Can I help?" I was mostly successful in dragging my eyes from the counter top directly to her eyes, though I was very aware of her taunt belly and the firm swell of her spectacular tits.

"Sure," I said. I continued crushing the mint, and nodded to the blender. "Drop a tray of ice in there, along with half a cup of rum and a good bit of lime juice."

She nodded, and came around the kitchen island to get to the freezer, behind me. When she opened the freezer door, she crouched down to get the ice. I watched her take the opportunity to inspect my crotch at close range, and couldn't help imagining her lips wrapped around my very hard meat. She combined the ingredients in the blender and pulverized them into a slushy frozen mix while I pulled two beers from the fridge for Jon and I.

Katie poured two tall glasses of slushy mojito, and found she had some leftover. "Mom, can I have the rest of this?" she asked.

"How much is 'the rest', Katie?" Katie poured the remainder into a small glass, and brought it out to her mother, along with the other drinks. Jon and KC exchanged that parent look, before KC said, "Okay. You can try it."

"Yah!" Katie sank to the floor in front of her parents again, and started sucking the drink up through a straw.

I revised my estimate of her age down again. °Fourteen?°

The conversation flowed on for another twenty minutes or so, before KC said, "Okay, kiddo, time to go," while patting Katie's shoulder. "It's your turn to make dinner, and your cousin will be back from baseball soon."

"He's a jerk when he's hungry," Katie said, a sour look on her face. She looked up, surprised, as I started to laugh.

"Get used to it," I said, grinning. "All boys are like that whenever we have unsatisfied hunger." Katie rolled her eyes, and gave the kind of melodramatic sigh that only teen girls can achieve.

"Fine," she said, scrambling up from the floor.

I hardly noticed, because KC got up from the couch at the same time, and stretched. It was a truly impressive movement, one that lifted her breasts, exposed her flat, smooth belly, and accentuated the swell of her hips. I was glad I had taken the opportunity to adjust myself earlier. I bulged yet again, but no one else would notice. After a few hours of almost constant erections, my balls were starting to ache. °Blue balls,° I thought. °I haven't had blue balls in fifteen years.°

As they were leaving, Jon surprised me with a strong hug instead of a handshake. I'm a fairly indiscriminate hugger myself—a habit picked up while in the university theatre company, years ago—and it was a nice, manly hug. I was very glad that I had adjusted myself earlier. Stabbing Jon with my boner would have changed the tone of the hug rather a lot.

As Jon hugged Winn, KC hugged me, mashing her large, soft breasts into my chest. Then she started to grind my erection against her pubic mound and stomach. Almost unconsciously, my hands slid down her sides, to stroke and caress her ass. She pressed a bit harder, and then gave my left butt cheek a quick fondle and squeeze. "See you in the hot tub Friday," she said, kissing me on the lips and then letting me go.

With my hard-on at full staff, and quite surprised at how strongly KC was coming on to me, I found myself engulfing Katie's supple body in my arms. Her breasts were smaller and firmer than her mother's, but like her mom, she wasted no time grinding her cunt against my stiff meat. With an innocent look, she hooked her hands together behind my neck and leaned back to look in my eyes. This had the effect of thrusting her hot pussy against the thick root of my cock, while exposing her up thrust tits. I automatically put my hands at her narrow waist, feeling the smooth skin over strong muscle. "So what should I call you?" she asked. "Uncle Jimmy? Daddy Jim-Jim?"

I cleared my throat, too excited to think clearly. "I think Jim is just fine, hon."

"Daddy Jim-Jim it is," she said. With a little push, cunt to cock, she stepped away from me, and turned to Winn. "He's a keeper," she said, hugging my girlfriend. "Much better than the last one." She leaned close and whispered something in Winn's ear.

Winn laughed again. "Your mother said the same thing."

A moment later, they were gone.


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