Big THANK YOU to CoyGirll for proof reading and providing feedback. This is my first story. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated.
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Part 1
This was going to be a fantastic evening. I am squashed between two hot bodies. I try not to pick up "playmates" at the restaurant, where I work. But tonight, I am feeling extra horny and these two seemed eager to please me. One, the new server boy, the other, regular at the bar. Picking them up was easy. This is a lifestyle I am accustomed to. My appetite for sex, insatiable. How did I get this way?
I grew up in an average home. My mother was a para legal working at a small firm, whilst my father worked for the city. Jane and Dan Forrester, hardworking, dedicated and loving parents with their only son - me, living the standard suburban dream. We were neither rich nor poor, whatever the definition of those terms were. Yes, we were average - family road trips in the summer, onesies in the winter as we opened Christmas gifts and fighting over heating during the winter. My parents worked hard to create the average home.
We lived in a cul-de-sac with three other houses. One early spring, the house right next to us went up for sale. After a few weeks on the market, we saw the "Sold" sign and soon moving trucks rolled in. We were getting new neighbors and we were excited. After a few days, my parents and I walked over to the new residents to introduce ourselves. My father in his polo shirt and shorts, my mother in an oversized t shirt and leggings and I was in a T-shirt and shorts. We knocked on the door with an eagerness in us to finally meet our new neighbors.
"Hold on a sec..!" we heard behind the door. "Be right there."
"Perhaps we caught them off guard," my mom whispered.
"Perhaps," my father stated. He was hoping for the formalities to pass and gauge the couple.
A series of locks seem to unlock as whoever was behind the door tried to fumble through to unlock the door. Finally, the door opened and there stood a man with disheveled hair, t-shirt backwards and sweatpants.
"Hi, there." said the man.
"Hello," replied my father with a smile.
"I am Dan, and this is my wife Jane and my son, Joseph. We live next door and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."
After giving a quick glance at us and back at the man, my father said, "We hope this is not a bad time."
The man at the door, raised a smile on his face and straightened up. As if finally realizing this is important, he worked hard to groom himself back to normal quickly while saying "I am Henry, and no, not a bad time at all. We were just moving boxes and getting settled in...one moment."
He looked behind him and yelled "Sonia, we have visitors. Come quick."
From behind the shadows emerged a woman who also seemed to be a little disheveled. She looked beautiful, brown with black hair and toned legs. She was wearing shorts and a top, but something was missing. Oh, that's right, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her top was barely able to hold back her tits. I was mesmerized.
While I was in another world, my parents were exchanging pleasantries and introducing themselves to Henry. Something changed in my father and mothers' tone when Sonia arrived though.
"This is my wife Sonia. Meet the Forresters - Dan, Jane and this young man is Joseph."
"We wanted to come by and welcome you both to the neighborhood." My mom said.
I was still staring at her tits. The way the light was hitting the doorway, you could see right through her top. It was a top with strings over the shoulder. I knew girls at school wore something like that, but they would wear a bra and their tits were not as big.
Suddenly, I realized, I am supposed to contribute to the interaction - 'Shit! Say something, anything'.
'Hi, nice to meet you, nice tits', 'Hi, I am Joseph, I'm thirsty', 'Hi, my boys call me Jo, nice rack.'
"Hi, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you all," Sonia spoke softly. "It is wonderful to meet the neighbors. Normally we would invite you in, but as you can see, we are not quite settled in yet." ending with a nervous chuckle.
I was looking at my father and mother to see what their reaction would be. They seemed unfazed. They exchanged some more pleasantries and then my dad finally announced.
"Ok, we best get moving and let you get back to it. Welcome to our neighborhood once again."
Henry replied, "This was really nice of you and we should organize a proper sit down once we are settled in. We would love to get to know you."
I took one last look at Sonia's wonderful tits and then we started to walk back. I tried my best not to grin. Little did I know, things were about to change. Two encounters happened that sparked my sexuality.
Although my parents were older, they seemed to connect with Henry and Sonia. Over the next few months they met frequently. To me, everything seemed, normal, or average, until just before the falling spring.
I came home from school earlier than I was supposed to. Normally I stayed after school to play volleyball or to get help on homework. I opened the front door and made my way to the kitchen to fix myself a snack. As I approached the fridge, I heard faint moans. It was the type of sound that makes you stop and think for a moment. It seemed to come from upstairs. So I decided to investigate. I made my way up the stairs and the moans started to sound louder and louder. I know this sound. Most children pretend that they don't hear it, others suppress it, I knew it for what it was. Two people fucking. I heard it from my parents' room time to time at night.
During the nights, I was too tired or scared to make it out of my bed, open the door of my room and into the hallway to find out. But this time, for some reason, curiosity got the best of me. As I slowly approached my parents' room, the moans and grunts were undeniably two people having sex. Not just sex, fucking. Two people fucking and enjoying it. The door was ajar and the gap wide. They did not expect me back, which made sense, I should have been at school with extracurricular activity. Unfortunately, due to work-to-rule by teachers, all extracurricular activities were on hold. 'They must have missed the memo,' I thought to myself.
My parents' room had a big bed parallel to the window. The window faced our backyard. In front of the bed was a closet with wall to wall mirror. From the door using the mirror, I could see what was happening. And this was the first instance of my sexual awakening.
In the room on the bed on her hands and knees, was Sonia. Behind her, pumping away with his head back, eyes closed was my dad. I was transfixed. I was confused. I mean, I guess I was expecting my mother and father. Right? I mean, shit, I know expecting that is wrong. But what is going on here? Putting these thoughts aside, I watched intently.
