Warning: Incest.
All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.
This part takes place two months after the last chapter.
I was looking out of my bedroom window at the new neighbours moving next door to us. It was a lazy Saturday morning and daddy was alternating between tonguing and fingering my asshole.
That was the thing. We started getting more and more daring with our sexcapapades!
The talks of involving more people was getting frequent. We were engaging in incessant risky behaviour where chances of us getting caught was very high.
Speaking of which, daddy stood up behind me and lined his cock against my now well lubricated opening.
"See anyone down there son?"
"Lots of people moving boxes around." I said. "Movers maybe."
Daddy pushed the head of his cock in and leaned against me. "That boy doesn't look like a typical mover to me."
"Huh!" I tried to focus on the person daddy was talking about.
There he was, a boy that looked to be my age, paler and shorter than me. He was wearing shorts and light green tank tops. There was a cap over his head, so I could not make out his face that well. As daddy kept slowly moving inside of me, I closed my eyes and bit my lips. This euphoric feeling never got old for me.
I let out a low moan as I felt the life giving dick slowly sliding out. As soon as I opened my eyes and looked down, I realized I was making eye contact with the boy next door. He was probably checking out the neighbouring house when he saw my face sticking out. He was looking at me wide eyed; and what striking eyes they were! Lost at the predicament, I forced out an awkward smile and waved at him. He had a confused look and turned away quickly.
"Daddy, that boy just saw us."
"No," Daddy replied. "He saw you! I noticed him looking around and hid from his view. He probably saw you moaning at him."
"I ... um." I could feel my boner dying down from embarrassment.
"It's ok son." Daddy said, seemingly understanding how I was feeling as he started fondling my nipples. "You can get over there and introduce yourself tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes." Daddy pulled out of me as he said that. "That's what good neighbours do."
Despite the embarrassment, I wanted that dick right back inside of me. And I got it after daddy took me to my bed. Daddy finished inside me as I rode him. When he was finished, he told me to stay put. I could feel his dick slowly getting smaller inside me as he was jerking me off. It didn't take me long to cum all over his chest and belly. Daddy didn't have to tell me before I got up and licked his body clean. Then we took a shower and really cleaned each other off.
We have been living like a normal couple for the past eight months and I have never felt happier. We still have sex almost every day, but not as frequent as the first few weeks. At the moment, both of us knew that we were ready to take this relationship to the next level. And I would have to take that first step tonight.
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It was evening, and I was ready to go next door with a bottle of bourbon. I took some time to decide on what to wear. At home, whenever I was dressed, I was wearing feminine clothing. But for my first impression, I decided to wear a pair of shorts that did a fair job of covering my upper thighs and a low cut tank top that could show off my pecs if I wanted to.
It was a normal greeting of the neighbours; daddy just told me to go and introduce myself. But I knew what both of us had in mind. I had to be careful and set up the plan to include one of the cutest boys I have seen to have sex with both me and daddy. So, naturally, I felt a mixture of nervousness coupled with excitement.
After ringing the bell, an older man opened the door. He seemed older than daddy, with receding grey hairline and out of shape.
"Yes?" The man greeted me.
"Hi!" I gave him a smile and put the bottle forward. "My name is Ryan; I am your next door neighbour."
"Oh hello Ryan." The man smiled and took the bottle from me. "Oh my! This looks fancy!"
"Oh we saw you guys moving in and thought it must have been really stressful for you. So my ..." I hesitated for a bit. "... Father thought this would be nice for you guys to unwind. Hopefully you guys have no restrictions against it."
"No of course not." The man eyed me from top to bottom for a moment. "Where are my manners; My name is Ross Orson." He looked back and I could now see the boy from the morning. "And that there is Junior. Come on in Ryan, get acquainted." He then called his son forward. "Eric, come here and meet Ryan."
"Hi!" Eric walked up to me.
"Hi there!" I put my hand forward for a handshake and he reciprocated.
"Oh come on in please, I insist! And take of your shoes on your way in." The man said. "It would be good for Eric to have a friend like you. He's playing too much video games these days."
"I would love to play games with you." The games I usually like are far more amorous and incestuous than most people's liking.
"Now, before I pour some bourbon, how old are you Ryan?"
"I'm 20, it'll be 21 pretty soon though. But I don't drink."
"Of course you don't." The man winked as he said. "Eric here is 19, so he would swear that he has never even tasted beer."
The father went to the kitchen and I was left alone with Eric in the living room. There were plenty of boxes left to unpack. We awkwardly went towards the couch to talk. Eric was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. From what was exposed, Eric seemed to have smooth skin. His bubble butt was also showing even under the loose clothing.
"How are you holding up after the move?" I caressed his arm after we sat down on the couch. "It was exceptionally hot outside."
"Yes ... huh!" Eric stumbled for words. "It was really sunny."
"I saw you outside, you know." I kept nudging his pale yet alluring skin. "Wearing skimpy clothes, wouldn't it hurt your skin."
"Well, I had sunscreens on." He said nervously.
I was hoping I wasn't a little too forward with him. But I was getting all the desired reactions from him.
"I was about to pour bourbon for you two," A voice coming towards us said. "But I'd say beer would be best."
The man tossed two cans of beers to us and had a glass of bourbon poured for himself.
"I ... uh ... should get going now." I don't usually drink at all; and my tolerance level is pretty low as well.
"Nonsense!" The older man said. "One beer is nothing. Go on!"
I then started drinking and talked to both of them for a while. Turns out it was just the two of them there. Eric has an 18-year-old brother that lived with their mother after the divorce, and Eric moved in with his dad. It seemed all too convenient for me!
After a while, I bade them farewell and told Eric that I would be more than happy to unpack some boxes with him. My ulterior motive being that helping him unpack something might lead him to stuff something of mine. He took me up on the offer and I told him that I could help him the next day.
On my way out of the house, something unexpected happened. As I was almost out of the door, putting my shoes on, Ross Orson lightly spanked my ass and started squeezing them.
"That's what I love about your generation!" He whispered from behind. "So forward; straight to the point."
"Um ... Mr. Orson .... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't!" He spanked me again and I was out.
The entire experience combined with the alcohol inside me had made me incredibly horny. I didn't want to go to daddy and just start sucking his dick with the fear of having to explain the reason of my sudden horniness. Lucky for me, it was Saturday and daddy was already drinking. I was slightly sweaty but I walked up to him as he was watching the TV in the living room couch.
"Taking it slow isn't in your book is it?" Daddy said.
"What do you mean daddy?"