The Neighbourhood 01 – 2022-06-15 – Katie

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.

Thanks!

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.

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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.

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.