Our New Neighbors – Ch02: Clara’s Introduction

The next day was Sunday, which meant my wife Maxine was working a 12-hour shift at the hospital and I was home ostensibly keeping an eye on Clara, who basically came and went as she chose all that summer. My son Matt was off at the skate park again, as usual, and I was back in the garage, finishing preparations on Clara’s loft and hoping Alyssa didn’t find her way back over at an inconvenient time.

At around noon, Clara came into the garage and said she was going to go over to her friend Beth’s house. I said okay, but then a thought entered my mind and before I knew it, I had asked Clara to help me out, just for a few minutes until the wood was cut. I thought my daughter might enjoy some of the sensations I had given young Alyssa the day before. Clara looked unremarkable in t-shirt and shorts, except that her youthful beauty was striking even without her being dressed or made up in any way.

Clara reluctantly agreed to “help,” annoyed that I was interrupting her day of goofing off. I instructed her to climb onto the sawhorse and straddle the board. I told her to lock her feet around the sawhorse and lean forward, but not to hold the wood with her hands, knowing that would dampen the vibrations before they reached their intended target. Clara gave me a strange look with her beautiful brown eyes, but I told her I needed the board steadied just so, in order to get the right cut out of the wood.

When I began to drag the saw slowly across the 2×4, sure enough, Clara’s expression changed. She looked more confused than anything else, but I could tell the vibrations were stimulating her clit, as intended. Clara was resting her hands on her thighs and ever-so-slowly grinding her crotch against the wood. I knew this wasn’t her first sensation of clitoral arousal, since I’d seen her playing with herself many times when she was younger.

For my own part, I had no real intentions, other than to indirectly provide my daughter with some stimulation. Sure, I was getting off on it a little bit – I could feel my cock stiffening every time I looked over at Clara and saw how she was enjoying the vibrations. But it’s not like I was going to take it any further. And I sort of knew that she must have known what was up, since I obviously had no use for her to hold the boards that way. But as long as it remained unspoken, it was just a fun little interaction.

We were cutting the fourth or fifth board that way, without a single complaint from Clara that the chore was dragging on, when Alyssa appeared at the garage door saying “Hi.”

“Oh, hi there,” I said. Alyssa shot me a knowing glance, reserving the wink that would have completed her greeting. I introduced Clara and Alyssa, and Alyssa invited Clara to come “hang out” with her. Clara agreed, foregoing her other plans and skipping out early on the chore I’d assigned. Alyssa must have been aware that I wanted my daughter right there with me in the garage. I really did not have designs to do anything other than delight my baby girl with the vibrations from my saw, but I was disappointed nonetheless that Clara was being pulled away from me prematurely. I watched the two of them cross the street, pass Alyssa’s dad with a brief introduction, and enter our new neighbors’ house. I mulled around the garage for a few minutes, glancing across the street pensively every once in a while. When I saw Alyssa’s father enter the house, though, I was gripped by a sudden sensation of tension – I think it was jealousy. I knew he was having sexual encounters with his daughter, and I suspected he had such plans for mine!

I couldn’t take that feeling for long. I made my way across the street and peered into several windows of Alyssa’s house, not really caring if anyone outside spotted me doing so. When I did not see the girls or Alyssa’s dad anywhere, I concluded they must be upstairs. It took me a minute to gather the courage to go inside, but finally I slipped in through their garage door and started upstairs. I could hear the girls and man all laughing together, but the exchange seemed platonic enough. My suspicions were strong enough to keep me around, though, so I listened for about half an hour from outside the open doorway of the room all three were in. The conversation went from school to music to the neighborhood, to family stuff, and finally to sex.

“So, Clara,” Alyssa asked, changing the subject, “have you ever had sex before?”

“What?” Clara was thrown by the question, probably because an adult male was present.

“You heard me. Don’t worry, my dad is really cool about that kind of stuff.”

“No, I never have,” Alyssa said. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “Have you?”

“Not all the way,” Alyssa said, “but I’ve fooled around a lot. And yesterday I had anal sex for the first time.” I was astonished. That suggested Alyssa’s father knew about yesterday’s tryst. Had she told him who she’d been with?

“Whoa!” Clara responded, obviously shocked by her new friend’s candor. “You had anal sex?” I had never even considered that my daughter knew what anal sex was, but the words rolled off her lips as if not for the first time. “Who all have you fooled around with?” Clara pressed.

“A few guys. Mostly my dad’s friends.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“What kind of stuff did you do?”

“I let them touch me everywhere. I really love that. And I sucked their dicks and stuff, sometimes, but not always. And yesterday I sucked this guy’s dick and then I let him fuck my ass.”

“Oh my god,” Clara said. “I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.”

“Well, I’ve made out with a couple of boys, and I let one guy touch my tits once, but that’s it,” Clara said.

“Did you like it?”

“Sort of, but they didn’t seem to know what they were doing.”

“Yeah, younger guys are like that. You should definitely get with an older guy and let him treat you right.”

Clara laughed out loud. “I don’t know about that,” she said. “It sounds kinda weird.”

“Really?” Alyssa probed. “It didn’t seem too weird when you were sitting on that board your dad was sawing when we met.”

I could barely make out Clara’s gasp. “Oh my god, you noticed that?”

“Of course,” Alyssa said. “I could totally tell you were getting off.”

“Shit, do you think my dad noticed?”

“Yeah,” said Alyssa, whose line of discussion made me terribly nervous. “I bet your dad was loving it, too, though. I bet he totally wants you.” As strange as the girls’ conversation sounded, at least it seemed Alyssa was keeping my lust for Clara secret while probing Clara for any interest in me.

“What!” Clara was astonished. “No way. My dad doesn’t ‘want’ me.”

“I’m just saying is all…”

“You’re just crazy is all!”

“You’re dad’s totally hot, though. Haven’t you noticed?”

Clara was silent.

“You want him, too, don’t you?” Alyssa pressed.

“I never really thought about it,” Clara finally declared.

“Liar. I bet you’re thinking about it right now.” Alyssa laughed, and Clara followed suit.

Alyssa’s dad intervened. “Alright, Honey, let’s not badger Clara on the subject. It’s private.”

“You know who’s really good?” Alyssa asked. I stiffened up, terrified that she was not changing the subject.

“Who?”

“My dad.” I exhaled in relief, privately embarrassed that I had been so conceited as to think she might name me. Two seconds of silence passed. I wondered how Clara would react to the notion that Alyssa had gotten it on with her father.

“Really? You’ve had sex with your dad?”

“Not really, but he touches me really good. We’ve been doing it for a couple years now, and I’m totally into it.” Another pause.