Author's Note - Remember the story I posted here called "The Shapiro Slumber Party?" Well, I've had quite a few people asking for sequels, so I give you this prequel. Remember that girl named Anna who we found out had been in an incestuous relationship? This story takes place a few months before the slumber party and reveals all the stuff she couldn't tell her friends.
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I was very cranky that Saturday morning and not trying to hide it at all.
At the ripe old age of eighteen years old, I was absolutely convinced that I was mature enough to be allowed to stay home alone for one short week, but my folks apparently believed I still needed a babysitter. I mean, at this age, girls were doing the babysitting, not being babysat, but evidently my parents didn't trust me that much.
I guess they were worried that my friends and I would trash the place with a wild party or something, a fear that was not entirely unfounded by the way, but that didn't improve my mood any.
As we drove across town to my grandmother's home, my folks did their best to ignore the very bad mood in the back seat, but as we reached her neighborhood my step-mother finally broke the tense silence in our car. Half turning in her seat so that she could look back at me, she gave me one final scolding, reminding me to be on my best behavior for my dad's mother. There was really no reason for me to give her a hard time, she pointed out, inasmuch as Memaw had done nothing at all to earn it. She even reminded that she would be given a full report on how I'd behaved on her return and that she hoped that my grandmother would have nothing bad to report.
This last minute lecture did nothing to improve my mood and so I answered it by continuing to sulk, staring out the window as house after identical suburban house passed.
This was going to be the most boring week of my life.
Stupid dad taking my stupid step-mother on a stupid second honeymoon. Stupid Memaw who didn't turn my stupid folks down when they stupidly asked her to look after me so that I could just stay home. Alone. With all of my friends.
As we pulled into Memaw's driveway however, I suddenly found something that distracted me from my bad mood.
The front of the home next door to my grandmother's was lined with planters full of beautiful, decorative plants and there, kneeling in the grass in front of one, tending a veritable sea of flowers, was a woman. As I recalled, that house had been up for sale the last time I came to visit Memaw and so I knew that she must have moved into that house very recently. I decided to take a closer look at this newcomer.
She was noticeably younger than my step-mother, much less my grandmother, and still in good shape with a slender and toned figure, her skin gleaming under a thin sheen of sweat this summer morning. Her breasts were large and full, but not oversized like a porn star, her legs were long and smooth, and her butt looked nice and taut. I could see that her hair was a soft cinnamon - worn long but pulled back into a ponytail and mostly hidden under the paisley kerchief she'd tied on to do her gardening. If I were being picky, I might complain that her nose was a bit big, but the big green eyes, full and pouting lips, and spattering of freckles more than made up for that. She was dressed in a pair of tennis shoes, some khaki shorts and a green sleeveless, buttoned up top and looked every inch the stereotypical suburban housewife.
My interest was immediately piqued, I cannot deny. Perhaps this wasn't going to be a week of utter boredom, after all!
It seemed to me that my interest was being returned as well. She happened to glance over towards us as my parents and I were emerging from the car and I saw her eyes stop dead when they landed on me. It wasn't hard at all for me to read the way she was studying me - I've seen it plenty of times before, after all.
I favored her with a small and knowing smile and she hurried to look away, her face going a bright red as she pretended to turn her attention back to her flowers.
My step-mom also noticed the way this woman and I were looking each other over and hurried to put an end to it, calling on me to come and help unload my bags from the car. I did as I was told without a comment, though I made sure to give my father's wife an amused little smirk once my back was turned to my grandmother's new neighbor. The sour look I got from my step-mother in return was priceless.
In the meantime, my dear old dad was focused entirely on the time right now, calculating in his head just how soon they would have to leave to make sure they got to the airport on time, and so he barely gave the woman even a cursory glance and, as usual, failed to notice the interplay between his wife and daughter.
"Well, there you are! Welcome, welcome!"
My grandmother came bursting out of her home then, rushing out to greet us with all of the irrepressible energy and enthusiasm of someone half her age. She busied herself with handing out hugs freely to one and all, talking endlessly about how good it was to see us and how much fun she and I were going to have over the coming week.
As I listened without any real interest to the older generation chatting there on the lawn, smiling and nodding where appropriate, it occurred to me that Memaw had just told her eavesdropping neighbor exactly who I was, why I was there, and how long I would be staying for. I didn't need to turn back again to look and see if the woman next door really was listening as she could hardly have missed a word.
Following behind Memaw, my family trooped up to the house then, dad carrying all of my bags save for the one small overnight case I'd made a point of taking myself. If I had read the way she was looking at me correctly, then I was confident that the woman next door would leap at the opportunity to look back over here and study me some more just as soon as we turned away and so I made sure to put a little something extra into the way my butt swung as I walked.
At the door, I paused to hold the door open for my burdened dad so that I would have the opportunity to linger on the front porch for just a moment longer. When I looked back, I was pleased to see that I'd been entirely right - the woman's eyes were all but glued to my tight little ass. The neighbor jumped in alarm as she realized that she'd been caught again, turning back to her garden and digging into it so furiously that she uprooted a bunch of her biggest blooms.
I was grinning to myself as I went on inside, closing the door behind me. Dad and I took my things back to Memaw's guest room - once the very bedroom in which he had grown up! I could unpack and get things sorted out myself later, so dad just dumped the suitcases on the bed and left the room, but I was careful to put away that overnight bag in the closet just in case my grandmother got it into her head to come and unpack for me. There was no reason for her to see what I had in there.
I paused then to take a look at myself in the mirror over the dresser table. What I saw, was a gorgeous young girl looking back at me from the looking glass.
I had a mane of deep, rich auburn hair which came cascading down in waves to spill delightfully over my shoulders. My eyes were big and a captivating, sparkling blue, and I had a cute little button nose perched just above full and eminently kissable lips. While most kids my age were being victimized by the scourge of acne, I had managed with a great deal of effort to keep my face almost clear in order to showcase my peaches and cream complexion. I had a trim, perfect figure that mounted such delightful assets as a nice pair of long legs, a tight butt, and a pair of pert breasts that were just exactly the right size for my slender frame. I was dressed very casually that morning in a pair of faded and artfully ripped jeans, an old T-shirt that advertised my favorite band, and a pair of comfortable but well-worn sneakers.
I hadn't expected to have to face anybody but my own grandmother today and so I had dressed down for comfort, had only brushed out my hair without doing anything to style it, had worn no perfume at all, and hardly had on any make-up whatsoever.
And yet, I had still managed to knock the socks off that lady next door with nothing but a glance! Can anybody really doubt that I'm the hottest thing around?
Glancing to the side, I found my step-mom standing in the open doorway, just watching me with a cross look on her face. I don't doubt for a moment that she imagined that I was preening for that woman next door and I wickedly chose to do absolutely nothing to dissuade her from that notion.
Laughing at her annoyance and discomfort, I blew her a kiss before brushing past her to return to the living room where dad and Memaw were waiting.
I threw myself onto a couch from which I could see out the window into the neighbor's front yard, not trying at all to hide the fact that I was looking for that neighbor lady from the step-mother who was right on my heels. The woman next door had vanished though and I wondered if she had dashed inside to make herself a little more presentable in case she got to see me again.
My dad's wife stood over me with her arms crossed, her whole body trembling with fury as she alternated between glaring at me and shooting positively venomous looks towards the neighbors.
She was so cute when she was jealous.
Almost grinding her teeth, she demanded of my grandmother in an unnecessarily harsh voice just who that was next door. Dad was still distractedly pondering his timetables, but how Memaw failed to notice what sort of mood her daughter was suddenly in was more of a question. She answered the question quite cheerfully. I noticed.
A young couple had moved in next door to her just a month or two ago and naturally Memaw had gone over there with a casserole to welcome them to the neighborhood, so she was able to give us a full report. Their names were Don and Naomi Carroll and they had been married for only a handful of years now, so my grandmother dubbed them newlyweds still. They seemed happy enough for the most part, but Don had some kind of marketing job that required him to take a lot of business trips and so Naomi was spending a lot of time at home alone.
"She says she's all right whenever I talk to her, but I think she may just be putting up a brave front. You just know that she must get awfully lonely spending so much time all alone over there."
I digested all of this information every bit as carefully as the woman next door had done those snippets about me, let me tell you.
My step-mom was looking at me when she asked if the neighbor woman just happened to be all alone right now. When she was told that she was, that Don had left on another of his long business trips only the day before, a look of dismay appeared on her face.
