Editor's note: this work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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MEETING THE NEW NEIGHBOURS
I see a car pull into the driveway of the house next door that was sold recently. A woman and a teenage girl get out and walk toward the door. The woman is very attractive, slim and fit, and the girl is also. They have smiles to melt a witch's heart.
They go in, and I feel compelled to welcome them to the neighbourhood. I run to my bedroom, strip off my daggy clothes and put on short shorts and a tight tube top that shows my braless little boobs with nipples standing out. I skip out the door and across the lawns between us and knock on the door.
The woman opens the door and says, "Hello."
I reply cheerily, "Hi, I'm Mary. I live next door and I saw you pull up. Are you moving in?"
"Why yes, Mary, we just moved from across town. I'm Gwen."
I extend my hand and say, "Welcome to the neighbourhood, Gwen. I think you'll like it here." She takes my hand and I give her a soft handshake as I smile at her, lingering for a while, just lightly teasing her palm with my finger. I feel a small shiver from her.
She stammers, "Uh, yes, it seems lovely. Um, won't you come in?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I reply cheekily.
"I'd ask you to sit, but as you can see, our furniture hasn't arrived yet."
"No worries. We can lean against the kitchen counter. I knew the previous owners of this house, so I know it well." I walk to the kitchen like I own the place. She follows, in a bit of a daze with a weak smile.
We chat in the kitchen for a few minutes. I give her hints about the house and the area. I catch her peering at my boobs and then glancing away as if embarrassed to be attracted to them. I smile, also admiring her trim body with shapely small boobs.
The girl walks into the kitchen. She's a gorgeous young woman, actually, wearing a dress that shows off her curvy hips and exposes a lovely cleavage between her B-cups, I guess. "Oh my, I have
two
stunning neighbours!" I say. I look up and down her exquisite body and step toward her and extend my hand.
"Hi, I'm Mary, from next door. I'm so pleased to meet you."
She replies, "Hi, I'm Cleo." I give her my teasing handshake also, and I see a slightly puzzled look on her face. I release her hand and step back. She's also gazing at my boobs now, but I can't read if she's attracted, repulsed or just admiring their firm shapes.
We are all silent, unsure of what to say. Then I break the ice, "Well let me tell you about me. I'm 20 and I live alone next door. My dad died six years ago and my mum died two years ago, right after I graduated from high school, so I've learned to be self-sufficient."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, Mary," Gwen says.
"Yeah, it took a year to get back on my feet, but I'm fine now. I have enough money that I don't have to work for a while. I'm thinking of doing something in photography and videography, maybe a modelling agency. You two would be brilliant models."
I can see them blush. I get the sense that they haven't been very adventurous but I am hoping that they aren't too set in their ways. I am quite turned on by them both, and I am wondering if they can be the answer to my dreams. I drift into a memory.
I have always been attracted only to girls. But I was shy growing up so I never had any real experience beyond a few awkward kisses at parties. When Mum died, I was pretty shattered. When I started coming out of that, my desires flared and I knew I wanted affection and lust from girls but had no idea how to go about getting them.
I invited my friend Mei over for pizza one night for my 19
th
birthday. We had been best friends growing up and I liked her a lot. She brought a bottle of wine and a DVD and we ate and drank while watching the movie. It was
Carol
, an elegant story of an aspiring young photographer who develops an intimate relationship with an older woman.
As a photographer myself, I related to the younger character intensely. I had never considered older women, but I found myself extremely excited as they gently drifted into a sexual relationship. I found myself holding hands with Mei as we watched. By the end of the movie, my heart was pounding and I was so wet.
When the credits were rolling I looked at Mei. She was smiling at me and asked, "Did you like that?"
"Oh, Mei, that was amazing."
"Yes, it was. You know, I've always felt that you liked girls, and so have I. I wanted to show you this movie because when I saw it for the first time, it validated my feelings. I didn't feel like a freak anymore."
I was a little embarrassed by Mei's revelation, but I realised that she was dead on. I felt the burden of being different lifted from my shoulders. "Yes, Mei, I know exactly what you mean."
We gazed at each other, understanding what was about to happen. Our faces approached and we kissed softly as she placed her hand around my shoulders and pulled me to her. Our gentle kisses lasted for a minute until our passion flared. We kissed madly and hands flew over each other.
"Come to bed," I eventually panted. I took her by the hand and led her in. Being inexperienced, we fumbled around, awkwardly undressing before finally sliding under the covers of my bed. Our naïveté made it almost comical, but our long-time affection for each other made it a sweet first time for us both.
We later made up for that, learning how to please each other with the help of books and videos and many hours of practice. She moved away, but we have kept in touch. I then started having fantasies about older women, but never had any chance to make that happen for real.
"Are you all right, Mary?" Gwen asks me.
I shake myself out of the fog of my memories and mutter, "Oh, yes, fine, I was just thinking about something." Snapping back into control, I say, "But now tell me about yourselves."
"Well, I'm Gwen, as I said. I'm 38 and we moved here because I'm getting divorced. My daughter Cleo is in her last year of high school, and she just turned 18. We're a bit raw from the separation, but we're hoping the move here will help."
"I'll try to help with anything you need," I say, trying desperately not to leer at the two luscious ladies.
"That's very kind of you, Mary," Gwen says.
"And Cleo, how are you coping?"
She almost seems to be crying. "Oh, okay, I guess. It hasn't been easy, but I hope that I can start a new life after graduating."
I say, "Yeah it must be tough. But hang in there. Life will get better. I'll do anything I can to help you. Let me give you my number. What's yours? I'll text you both so you'll have mine." They give them and we complete the exchange.
A removalist van pulls up outside. "Looks like your things are here. I'll get out of your way. I'm just next door," I say, pointing in the direction.
I step up to Gwen and give her a close hug, then a kiss on the lips, lingering a bit longer than a social kiss should be. I repeat that with Cleo. They are a bit taken aback, but they don't object. I smile and say, "See you later."
I scamper back to my house and run into my bedroom and flop on the bed.
"Wow, these two are so hot. I must get them into my life!"
I strip quickly and think of Gwen licking my pussy while Cleo is sucking and licking a nipple. My latent excitement that built over at their house explodes and I cum within a minute.
When I calm down, I start plotting my conquest. With the new separation, they will be vulnerable and hurting but hopefully able to be seduced. I reflect on how my relationship with Mei has been on an equal basis, but I have found lately that I need to have episodes with others where I control them. I need to be served, and only then will I deign to return pleasure to my servant.
I decide to invite them over for dinner. Not that I can cook, but I can order delivery from any of several gourmet restaurants. I text Gwen, "Is there anything that you don't eat?"
In a few minutes I get a reply, "No, we're fine with anything."
I send back, "Come to dinner tomorrow night, at seven." It's not an invitation but a command.
"Okay." Ah, a good first step toward compliance. This past year I have been more and more controlling. It feeds my desire. Not that I'm unkind to those I control. Far from it - I cherish them and make them feel loved. I must be extra careful with these two, though. They are kind souls who have had some rough times.
I go into the bedroom that I have converted into a photography studio and unclutter it, thinking that I might invite them for a photo shoot. Then I retire for the night and dream of having them serve my desires.
DINNER FOR THREE
The next day, I clean the house and set the dining table for the Indian meal that I will be ordering in. I feel nervous and eager to perform up to scratch. I dress in a short skirt, no bra and a nice blouse. I look in the mirror and see that the blouse's fabric is thick enough to hide my nipples unless they get stiff, but the shape of my boobs is evident.
At around a quarter to seven, I'm so anxious that I quaff half a glass of wine. Finally the doorbell rings, and I take deep breaths and establish my aura of control.
"Do come in, Gwen and Cleo. So glad you could make it." Gwen is looking nice in a slim-fitting skirt and a frilly blouse. Cleo takes my breath away in a short dress with a V-neck displaying her cleavage.
"I'm so glad you invited us, Mary. It's so hectic over there, having to walk around so many boxes. Here's a bottle of wine for you."
"Oh, you didn't have to, but thanks." I lead them to the lounge room and have them sit on the sofa. "Oh, this is a nice drop, shall we have it now?"
"Sure, why not?" Gwen says.
I bring wine glasses to the coffee table and pour us each a glass. "Here's to new friends. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" they respond.
I engage in small talk with Gwen. Cleo is withdrawn and smiles and listens. She seems to be hurting still. I find out where they lived and where Cleo is finishing high school. The doorbell rings and I open the door. Our food is here. I direct the delivery girl to the dining table.
Cleo finally speaks, "Mmm, smells great. I love Indian."
"Oh, me too," Gwen adds.
"Well, good! Let's enjoy." I bring the wine glasses to the table and refill them. We all dig into the meal and fill ourselves. I clear the table and invite the lovely ladies to join me back on the sofa. I sit in the middle, and they sit around me.
We sit silently for a minute, and then Gwen says, "Oh, Mary this has been a wonderful evening. We haven't had much to celebrate in life for a long time."
"Oh, why is that?" I ask softly.
Gwen relates how her husband, Cleo's father, has been pretty awful. She hints that he has yelled at and hit Cleo and has abused her in some way, although she doesn't say how. I look at Cleo and she's in tears, so I know it must be true.
"I'm so sorry, both of you." I put my arms around them and pull them gently to me. Cleo throws herself into me, sobbing. I hold her close and let her cry on me. Her head is pressing on my little boob, starting to excite me, but I hold still. Gwen puts her arm around my stomach and pulls herself lightly onto my other side.
