The Bratty Neighbor

The door swings open with a dramatic creak, and Sarah's voice cuts through the morning haze like a sharp knife: "You gonna be late, dummy!"

I jolt upright as though a fire alarm just went off. "Wha...what?" I croak, still half-buried in the cocoon of my blanket, blinking at her like I'm some nocturnal creature caught in the daylight.

My hand scrambles blindly across the nightstand until it finds my phone. Squinting at the screen, my heart skips a beat. The bright numbers glare back at me, unforgiving and loud. Oh, Fuck.

Without even thinking, I practically catapult myself out of bed. Legs tangled in the blanket, I stumble, trip, and crash into the nightstand,"Shit! I'm late!"

Sarah stands with effortless confidence, propped against the doorframe, arms folded loosely. A sly grin plays on her lips, the kind that promises trouble, while her bright blue eyes gleam with playful mischief. She tilts her head just enough to make the gesture feel deliberate, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she gestures downward. "What's the matter? Thought you'd have a little more time to sleep?"

I look down and freeze.

My brain catches up with my body and I realize--I'm not wearing anything. My morning wood stood at attention, exposed.

I quickly remembered I'd had one of those late nights--up well past midnight, I lost myself jerking off all night. My fingers had been wrapped around my cock figurously stroking. My mind fully absorbed in the videos flashing through my screen.

I must have passed out after finishing, but in the haze of it all, I'd forgotten one crucial thing... putting my dick away.

I lock eyes with Sarah. "You could've have said something sooner?!" I shout, scrambling for underwear.

She just shrugs, clearly entertained by my panic. "Where's the fun in that?" she says, as if watching me flail around half-naked is her idea of a good time.

I dash for my boxers, trying to pull them on while still half-running across the room. I trip on the edge of the bed, somehow managing to faceplant onto the floor, my legs still tangled in the sheets.

"You're evil," I mutter as I yank my boxers up.

"Yeah, but it's hilarious!" she calls back, still laughing.

I hurriedly pulled on my uniform, the fabric slipping over my skin. Dressed, but disheveled, every crease a reminder of the rush. By the time I hit the hallway, the chaos of earlier had faded. I couldn't help grinning. "Sarah's never going to let me live this down."

As I dart down the stairs, still trying to get my act together, I find Sarah sitting on the couch "not eating breakfast," She says mockingly.

I shoot her a glare as I pass, barely managing a breathless, "Ha ha, real funny."

I grabbed my backpack, struggling with the straps as I rushed toward the door. Just as I reached for the doorknob, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong

Who the heck is knocking at this hour? I pause for a split second, then pull the door open only to be greeted by a face I didn't want to see today.

"Oh, great," I muttered, looking at Billy standing there with that *smug grin on his face.

"What's up, bitch?" Billy says, grinning up at me, clearly itching for a reaction. Without any warning, he chucks a duffel bag at me.

I catch it instinctively, only to drop it to the floor, "What do you want, Billy?" I snap, trying not to let my frustration show.

He shrugs, still smirking. "Clearly not you," he says, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Where's your busty sister?"

I snap. I grab him by the front of his shirt, as I clenched my fist, enough to get his attention. "What did you just say?"

Before things can escalate, Sarah's voice cut through the air. "What are you doing? Let him go!" she shouts, stepping into the doorway with her arms crossed

I glance back at her, still holding Billy by his shirt, but I can see her already sizing me up. "What, I was just--"

"Let him go," she repeats, this time sounding more amused than mad. "I'm babysitting him for the week. I can't have him returned all bruised up.

Billy chimes in with mock sincerity, "I'm so glad you care about my well-being, Sarah."

I shake my head, letting out an exasperated sigh, but eventually give in, shoving him lightly. "A whole week," I grumble. "What is this, a hotel?" I push past him, brushing his shoulder with more force than necessary as I hurry by.

What do you want me to say? His parents pay really well. Sarah, ever the opportunist, rubs her fingers together in the universal sign for cash, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Whatever," I mutter under my breath. "Just keep him away from my stuff." Without waiting for a reply, I pick up my pace, almost storming out. "Seeya!"

Behind me, Billy's voice echoes, loud and taunting, "Catch you later, loser!"

It takes every ounce of willpower not to whirl around and fire back some equally stupid retort, but I don't have time for his antics. I'm already running late. My brisk walk turns into a full sprint, his words fading into the distance behind me.

Part 2

The day at school dragged on--homework, distractions, and constant zoning out. By the time the bell rang, I was eager to get home and do nothing.

The quick walk home had barely cleared my head, and by the time I reached the front door, I was exhausted, each step heavier than the last. Just as I was about to cross the threshold, Billy popped out from behind the hallway corner, grinning like he'd been waiting for me.

"The star of the show has arrived!" Billy declared in that over-the-top voice of his, doing a weird little dance like he was performing on stage.

Before I could even process what just happened, Billy opened his mouth to hit me with another one of his genius lines. But Sarah, always quick on her feet, slapped her hand over his mouth like it was a reflex.

"Great, you're home!" Sarah said, looking up from her phone with that signature smile. "Mom's gone to Grandma's for a few days, so it's just us.

Billy rolled his eyes but didn't stop trying to talk, muffled under Sarah's hand. "What--"

"Quiet," Sarah said, with a mock-serious tone, holding her hand over his mouth again. "You're not allowed to speak until further notice."

"Yeah, Sarah's got you on a strict no-talking policy," I joked, stepping into the house.

Sarah stood with an effortless grace, her tall, athletic frame a testament to years spent playing volleyball. Her body was the perfect blend of strength and femininity--toned, with curves in all the right places. Her long, straight blonde hair, cascaded down her back, framing her freckled face. The bangs that grazed her forehead only accentuated her striking blue eyes, which gleamed with a quiet confidence.

Her pink lips, full and naturally soft, curved into a warm smile. Her legs, sculpted and powerful from years of sport, were the envy of many, with muscular thighs that flexed with every step she took. The sun had bronzed her skin to a glowing, sun-kissed tan, making her look like she had just stepped off the beach.

"We're having a movie marathon," Sarah said with a playful grin. "Come watch with us," she added, her eyes giving me a knowing look, as if silently pleading not to leave her alone with Billy's antics.

Billy casually licked Sarahs hand. "Gross!" Sarah exclaimed, her voice sharp with disgust as she quickly recoiled from him. "That's disgusting!" she added, scrunching her nose and immediately wiped her hand on her shorts.

Billy just shrugged, a sly grin curling at the corners of his mouth, brimming with mischief. "Mmm, tasty."

I agreed to join them for the movie and plopped down on the sofa opposite Billy, purposely keeping my distance. I shot him a quick look before grabbing the remote. "Alright, what are we watching?"

The movie started, the opening credits flickering across the screen, and for a moment, it felt like maybe things could settle. But then Billy ruined it, as usual. No sooner had the first scene started than he opened his mouth.

"Wait, this guy's about to--oh, just wait--he's gonna turn on them!" Billy blurted out, grinning as if he were the expert in film analysis.

I shot him a frustrated glance, but he didn't even notice. He was too busy pointing at the screen ruining every suspenseful moment, spoiling every plot twist before it had a chance to hit.

"Billy, seriously?" I muttered under my breath, rubbing my temples. "You're killing it. Could you not spoil everything?"

But Billy was on a roll. "No, seriously, look, this guy's gonna betray them, I'm telling you!" he said, practically bouncing in his seat, oblivious to how badly he was ruining the movie for everyone else.

Emma sighed beside billy, her annoyance palpable even through her calm tone. "Billy," she said, her voice quiet but sharp, "can we just watch it *without* the commentary?"

Billy didn't seem to pick up on her frustration. "I'm just trying to help," he said, a grin still on his face, clearly not getting the hint.

Emma sighed again, louder this time, and I could feel her frustration mirroring mine. Neither of us said anything for a while, hoping the movie would somehow take over. But with Billy's constant interruptions, it was hard to focus on anything other than the urge to toss a pillow at his head.

He wasn't even trying to be subtle about it, grinning like he was the life of the party, completely unaware that his chatter was pushing everyone's patience to its limit. I leaned back into the couch, a deep sigh escaping my lips, my frustration bubbling up again.

"That guy's such a beta," Billy pointed out, his voice dripping with smugness. "No wonder he's losing his girl." He leaned back on the couch, eyes fixed on the movie as he took another sip of his soda.

I glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that? You don't know anything about girls." I laughed

Billy waved a hand dismissively. "It's obvious. He's too soft, man. He doesn't take charge. No wonder she's losing interest. You've gotta be confident, take control. Women like a guy who knows what he's doing."

I rolled my eyes. "You really think it's that simple, Billy? It's not about acting tough or taking control all the time."

Billy shrugged. "Yeah, you say that because you're a wimp, you just get walked all over." He chuckled. "You just don't get it. That's why you're still single."

I leaned back on the couch, a playful grin spreading across my face. "I literally have a girlfriend, Billy. A real one. Not one of those pretend girls you used to hold hands with at recess."

Billy raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk as he reached for the slice of pizza on his plate. "Oh, yeah?" he drawled, taking a dramatic bite of the slice. "And what's this totally real girlfriend's name, huh? The one that definitely exists?"

Before I could respond, Sarah, who had been quietly watching the whole exchange, spoke up. "Alright, enough," she said calmly, cutting through the tension. "All you two do is argue."

"All I'm saying is that it's simple," Billy said smugly. "Attracting a girl, I mean. It's easy if you know how to do it."

Sarah laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, Billy. You definitely know exactly what to do," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I couldn't help but join in. "Oh really? What's this master plan of yours to attract any girl? Enlighten us, Billy."

Billy's smile widened, and he straightened up as if he were about to give a TED talk. "It's simple," he said, looking at both of us like we were clueless. "You just have to pull out your cock."

Sarah burst out laughing, the sound light and genuine, her shoulders shaking with amusement. She quickly brought a hand to her mouth, as if trying to stifle her giggles.

Billy raised his hands dramatically and mimed the motion of pulling his dick out. "You know, just whip it out, and bam, instant attraction."

I blinked. "Wait, you're telling me that you literally just pull out your dick, that is your master plan?" I asked, stifling a laugh.

Billy chuckled, not missing a beat he slammed his forearm down onto the coffee table with a loud thud, as if his wrist was his dick. Thud! "Just like that... You make an impression, and suddenly, all eyes are on you."

Sarah stared at him for a second, "Your something else." still trying to recover from her laughter. "Billy, I'm sure whipping out your little guy isnt gonna work, sorry to break it you."

I shook my head, still chuckling. "Yeah that tiny little thing wouldn't attract nobody."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Who are you calling small?" she teased. "Do you want to talk about what happened this morning?" She winked, clearly poking fun.

The comment hit harder than she probably intended. I stiffened, trying not to show I was affected. Her playful jab stung more than I cared to admit. I glanced at Billy, hoping he didn't catch on.

It was too late. Billy's eyes lit up, and he latched onto Sarah's comment with a grin. "SMALL you say?" he said, leaning in like he'd uncovered some juicy secret.

Sarah quickly shut her mouth, clapping a hand over it with a guilty grin. "Oops, shouldn't have said that," she said, looking at me with a mix of guilt and amusement.

Billy, ever the opportunist, "Ah, that explains it," he said with a grin. "That's why you think my plan doesn't work."

"We already established it doesnt work, billy" I shot back, ignoring the jab about my dick.

Tim chuckled. "Yeah, well, it doesn't work with you. You gotta be packing some heat, my friend. Forgot to mention that part," he said, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

Sarah laughed, shaking her head, her lips silently mouthing, "Sorry, sorry," as she realized she'd just stirred the pot.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Yeah? What type of heat are you packing exactly?" I said, mocking his earlier confidence.

Billy didn't miss a beat. "You asked... You shall receive," he said matter-of-factly, standing up from the couch. He tugged at his belt with dramatic flair. With a grin, he pulled out his is cock--a ridiculous, oversized, cock...

Billy just flashed his trademark cocky grin. "Hey, it works for me." He swung the cock around. "Confidence is key, taking charge, right?"

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach,"Seriously, man? You think that's funny?" I said, my voice rising with frustration. "Put that thing away!"

Billy shrugged, still grinning. "It's just a joke. Relax."

Sarah gasped, her face flushing a deep shade of red. Her eyes locked onto Billy's cock, she couldn't look away. "Thats massive," she said, her voice catching in surprise.

Billy swung it around with exaggerated confidence, making it look heavier. "See? Told you it works," he said smugly. With a theatrical flourish, he pointed his finger toward Sarah's face, as if to punctuate his victory.

He turned to face her, and Sarah's eyes followed his cocks motion, the oversized bulbous head swishing dangerously close to her face. She blinked, almost ducking, before bursting out laughing. "I was not expecting you to have that," she said, her face now beet red, the corners of her mouth curling into a wide smile.

Billy gave a satisfied grin, clearly pleased with the reaction. "Told you, a big dick is all you need."

Sarah's playful gaze shifted to me, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So, why is his COCK so massive," she teased, glancing at me, "and yours...?"

The way she said that word--COCK--sounded almost wrong coming out of Sarah's mouth. The word seemed almost too big, too exaggerated.

Her voice trailed off, but the teasing was clear. She couldn't help but add a little extra sass to her words, the playful edge impossible to miss.

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. "I'm not playing this dick sizing competition, Sarah," I said slightly embarrassed.

Billy leaned back with exaggerated confidence, the smug grin spreading across his face as he practically puffed out his chest. He glanced at Sarah, then shifted his gaze toward me. "What can I say? Bigger is better," his tone was dripping with self-assurance, as if he'd just dropped a profound truth.

Sarah laughed again, her tone still light, her eyes dancing with humor. "I don't know, Billy. I think it's the way you use it that counts." She shot me a teasing look.

Billy chuckled, his voice taking in a playful, almost teasing tone. "Oh, I can definitely use it, don't you worry, my sweet Sarah," he said, the words dripping with mock sincerity.

"I've had enough-- you've crossed the line!" I yelled, my voice sharper than I intended, the irritation bubbling up inside me. I had been trying to stay calm, but the ridiculousness of the whole situation was getting under my skin.

Billy just laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. "I dont think so." he said, grinning wider. "How about we let Sarah decide?" He gave his cock a quick, dramatic thrust, towards Sarah's face.

She yelped in surprise, her eyes wide as she leaned back, barely avoiding that angry head. "Whoa! Easy there, Billy," she laughed, catching her breath. "I don't know, Billy, I think you're gonna hurt someone with that thing!"

Billy, undeterred, swung the cock again, a little more forcefully this time. "In the right hands, it's harmless," he said with a cocky grin, clearly enjoying the attention. He thrust the cock toward Sarah once more.

I felt my patience snap. "Enough, Billy," I said, standing up abruptly. My voice was firm now, a warning laced with annoyance. I was done with this nonsense. "Put it away!"

Billy stopped mid-thrust, looking at me with mock surprise. "Whoa, calm down, man. Just having some fun," he said, though there was a spark of challenge in his eyes. He wasn't backing down just yet.

But Sarah, still laughing, held up a hand as if to calm both of us down. "Calm down, Alex," she said between giggles. "This is too funny. You should see your face right now."

Her laughter only made it worse. I could feel my face flush with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "This isn't funny anymore, Sarah," I said, trying to keep my tone level, though my patience was clearly wearing thin.

She grinned at me, still dodging Billy's cock swipes. "It's hilarious, actually. You are the only one who's taking this too seriously." She leaned back as Billy made another exaggerated thrust, her laughter filling the air.

I shook my head, still not entirely sure how to handle the situation. Billy was clearly pushing my buttons on purpose, and Sarah--well, Sarah was enjoying every minute of it.

Billy thrust his cock one final time, but this time, it came dangerously close--way too close. In a split second, Sarah instinctively reached out to avoid getting hit in the face, her hand gripping the shaft with a heavy thud as it landed in her palm.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Billy must have put too much force behind the thrust because, with the sudden momentum, his body lurched forward. His feet slipped a little, and before anyone could react, he toppled right over, falling hard onto Sarah.

"Ahhhh!" Sarah yelped, caught off guard, as Billy collapsed on top of her. Her hand, still gripping his shaft, remaining locked in place as if it was some strange reflex. Billy's cock was inches from her face, his body pressed into hers with the force of the fall.

The room went silent for a moment. The absurdity of the situation hit me all at once. The scene in front of me was too much. Billy was lying on top of Sarah, who was staring wide-eyed at him, her hand still clutching hard at his cock.

Billys hand landed on top of Sarah's left breast to catch himself. The soft, thick breast gave slightly under his weight but held firm, cushioning the impact. Her boobs bounced, wobbling as his hand pressed deeper, almost causing them to spill out of her thin tank top.

"Smooth move, Billy," Sarah laughed, raising an eyebrow as she eyed him with a teasing grin. She gave the shaft a slight twirl in her hand, her gaze locking onto his with a playful challenge. "Billy, you almost knocked me out."