Our New Neighbors – Ch01: Trevor Meets Alyssa

I have written 12 chapters to this story so far. It is something of a “family affair,” and we get to learn about tons of new, extreme experiences from the perspectives of four different family members. The incest in this chapter is light, but most subsequent chapters will be way racier. Just setting the stage here, but I think you’ll like the scenery. Comments appreciated. If you don’t like sick stories, you’re better off not reading any of mine.

“Whatcha building?”

I had not heard or seen her enter the garage, but when I heard the question and looked up from the board I was sawing, I recognized her immediately. I did not know her name, but I knew she had moved in across the street a few days prior. When I’d first noticed her playing in her front yard, I was struck by her youthful beauty. Just a few hours before she showed up there in my garage, I had watched her playing basketball in her driveway with her father while I was mowing my lawn. We had stolen glances at each other over the course of about half an hour. I was uncomfortable with the way my mind had responded to my young new neighbor so far. After all, lusting over a girl that young was wrong, at best, and maybe even sick – I did not know for sure, so I had ushered the thought out of my mind.

Now here she stood next to my sawhorses. At closer look, she was even more attractive – but she was even younger. Based on her body alone from afar, I would have guessed she was maybe 14. But now I wasn’t so sure. She looked no more than 13 standing there in my garage wearing only a tight tank top and a knee-length pleated skirt. She was about five feet tall and had a very pretty face. Her nose was button-cute, but her blue eyes were deep, almost mature. Her long, dirty-blonde hair had mild waves to it as it fell back behind her ears and past her shoulders. There were some slight curves to her body, but her hips had yet to develop fully. Her breasts were immature, hardly even noticeable, really, though they somehow managed to press tightly against her tank.

I became instantly aware that I was underdressed, wearing just a pair of shorts and my work boots. I had been working for a couple of hours and was sweating profusely. I know I must have appeared startled, since the girl’s sudden presence had indeed jarred me.

“A loft for my daughter’s room,” I answered before my mind wandered away from the subject at hand. “What’s your name?”

“Alyssa,” the girl said. “Can I help?”

“Well…” I said, hesitating because I really didn’t know how a young girl might aid my carpentry task. “I guess you could hold these boards while I saw them.” I didn’t really need my new acquaintance to hold the wood, since I had clamps for that, but it was the only task I could think to assign.

My circular saw was broken, so I was using a handsaw to cut all the wood to length. I had chuckled to myself earlier that only I could be so lazy: I didn’t want to get in my car and go buy the new saw that I needed, so I was willing to cut nearly two dozen pieces of wood by hand.

“If you would just hold that end,” I said, gesturing toward the far sawhorse, “that would be a big help, Alyssa.”

I had expected the girl to merely grab 2×4 and hold it tightly with her hands, but instead she climbed on top of the board and straddled it. That seemed to me like an overly secure way to hold the wood steady, but I withheld my laughter. I was cutting the far end on the other side of the second sawhorse, and thus Alyssa would not fall off when I finished.

“What’s your name,” the girl asked.

“Trevor.”

“Why isn’t your daughter helping you do this, if it’s for her?”

“It’s a present,” I said. “Besides, she’s out with her mom right now.”

“How old is your daughter?”

“Probably about your age,” I replied. “She’s thirteen.”

“Oh,” Alyssa said. “I’m only twelve, actually.”

I brought my saw up to the board, lined it up with the line I had drawn earlier, and began to cut. “How do you like the neighborhood?” It was the first question that came to mind, but Alyssa did not immediately answer. When I looked up, I saw that she had her eyes closed. Her hands were on the sawhorse behind her, but she was leaning forward at her hips, so her round little tits were thrust out toward me as she arched her spine and pulled her shoulders back to support herself. Her nipples had quickly grown stiff, now poking at the thin fabric of her tight top and the seemingly unnecessary bra she wore underneath it. I couldn’t believe it, but it looked like she was getting off on the vibrations of the saw.

Instinctively, I stopped cutting. Alyssa opened her eyes and met mine. She looked slightly embarrassed but shrugged off the awkward moment. “Seems like a nice neighborhood,” she finally said, catching me almost by surprise, since I’d forgotten the question. I decided to ignore what I had seen, to save us both the embarrassment, and continued sawing until I was through the board.

Alyssa climbed off the sawhorse.