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 naΓ―vetΓ© 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.