My Busty Neighbor Had Needs

My sister, Reese, and I started having sex when she turned 18, and I was 20 years old. She had a crush on me earlier, and I bought her a gift that was the catalysator to our intimate relationship. But this is another story I'll write another time.

Reese was always the social guru in our family. She was chatty, gossipy, and smiley much of the time. Everybody liked her company, no matter what race, gender, or age they were.

One day, she barged into my room unannounced. I said, "Sis, I have to finish a school project. Give me 15 minutes, and then I'll be ready to fuck your brains the way you like."

She giggled, "Wade, usually, your cock does a wonderful job on me, but this time, I came to tell you something you may be interested in."

"What is it?"

"I just came back from Moira's house."

"Are you talking about our neighbor?"

"Yes, the older hottie you mentioned to me before."

"And?..."

"We spent a lot of time together lately. I like her. Since her divorce, she feels lonely. One time, she offered to teach me how to bake my favorite cake, and we became good friends. I come to her for tea or coffee and cookies, and we talk about everything. Today, she told me her 50th birthday will be 2 weeks from now. I was happy about her big day, but she seemed sad. I asked her why, and she said her only sister lived with her family in England, and the 2 cousins were too busy to join her. I told her it was time to switch from tea to something stronger. She laughed and brought a bottle of Chardonnay. We drank and continued talking. At one point, her usual, well-controlled demeanor relaxed, and we talked about her prior life. She mentioned her former husband was a womanizer who cheated on her multiple times. His favorite taste was teenagers. I stopped her saying it was illegal. She had a bitter smile and said he was careful to ensure they were between 18 and 20 years old before bedding them. He liked them looking much younger, with ponytails and hardly any breasts. According to her, he must have been a closeted pedophile who was too afraid to get caught and was operating within the law. I inquired why she stayed with him, and her answer was she loved the sex they had and was too scared to meet another man who would treat her the same. Anyway, one day, she found out he had sex with 3 girls in their bedroom and got the courage to divorce him. This was 2 years ago. I asked if she missed him, and her answer was, 'I miss only the sex. I masturbate a lot, but it's not the same. I am not sure if it's my menopause, but some days my cunt itches like crazy and other days I leak badly. I don't miss living with a man, but if I can get my desired dose of good sex, I'll be fulfilled.' I told her if she posted her request online, she'd get 100 men per hour willing to fuck her as much as she wanted. Moira said she thought about it but rejected the idea. She saw too many articles about men who swindled lonely women, blackmailers, dangerous criminals, married cheaters, or those with STDs. She wouldn't do it. I asked if she cared about the guy's race. She looked at me sternly and mumbled, 'If he is trustworthy, would not talk about it with others, and know how to make a woman feel good in bed, I couldn't care less about his race, religion, age, or size."

Reese glanced at me with a smirk, "Wade honey, care to help a lonely, attractive lady on her birthday?"

"Sounds interesting. I have to admit she looks great, and I'd love to taste her. But do you know if she'd agree to consider me for the 'job?"

"Honey, she is desperate to be nailed. The only question is how to approach the subject without frightening her until she is ready for it."

...

We thought about the most likely way to succeed. I asked Reese if Moira had hobbies or other subjects that interested her.

"She likes her small flower garden and dreams about going to Japan one day."

I came up with the idea: One afternoon, when Reese visits Moira, I'll come to her house, stay for a while, and find the right time to mention Japan while 'suddenly remembering' Mom needed Reese for an errand. I'll stay with Moira to chat about her favorite subjects and go from there.

Reese chuckled, "Naughty boy. If you play your cards right, it may just work."

Two days later, Reese notified me she was invited to Moira for coffee at 4:30. I told her I'd ring Moira's house bell 15 minutes later.

As promised, I was by the door on time. Moira opened the door. It was the first time I saw her up close. She was much shorter than me, I'd say 5'5", about 125-130 pounds, with an impressive rack. She had on a long floral robe. She smiled, "You are Wade, Reese's brother, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. Sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to Reese for a minute."

"Come on in. Will you have coffee with us?"

"I hate to bother you."

She had a sensual throaty laugh, "No bother at all. We just gossip and drink coffee. How would you like yours?"

"Black with Splenda will be fine."

I saw Reese sitting in the living room and said, "Hi, ugly sister."

She grinned, "You are just jealous I am prettier than you."

Moira listened and smiled, "I feel the love in the air. Unfortunately, I am not that lucky. I have no family members around."

I joked, "Reese and I are willing to adopt you as our daughter."

She laughed, "You are funny. Wade, I talk to your sister often, but I don't know much about you."

"There isn't much to tell; just like my annoying sister, I attend college. I major in computer sciences and minor in botany, especially garden flowers. I like sports and would love to travel abroad, especially to Japan. I've read about exotic countries in the Far East and found Japan to be the one I'd like to visit first."

Moira's eyes brightened, "What a coincidence. I was thinking about Japan, too. Since you've read about this unique country, can you share some facts and ideas you have about it?"

"I'd love to do it, but the reason I came by is that my mother sent me here to ask Reese to return home. She needed her for something."

"That's OK. I talk to Reese often. You haven't been in my house before. Can you stay another 10 minutes and give me your thoughts and the reasons you chose Japan as your number one place to visit?"

I gazed at Reese, "Sis, is it OK if I stay a little longer?"

She smirked, "Of course you can stay. Mom asked for me, which meant you were useless, as usual. Enjoy the coffee. By the way, the brown cookies are the best."

I turned to Moira, "Isn't she the worst person you ever met?"

She grinned, "I didn't notice it yet. About Japan..."

"Japan is a group of islands, and the original inhabitants came from the area we call China today. The islands sit in the ring of fire, which means they suffer a lot of earthquakes. Many times, earthquakes created disasters, with the latest affecting the Fukushima nuclear plant. Other natural catastrophes are typhoons, which are like hurricanes, erupting volcanoes, and major floods. Despite the difficulties, over the years, this country has developed a unique culture. The signs of old Japan can still be seen today in their fantastic shrines, classic Japanese gardens, Samurai statues and houses, their calligraphy & pictures, how they prepare and drink their tea, flower arrangements, Kabuki theater, Sumo wrestling, etc. When visiting Japan, one can see the old culture intermingled with the most innovative things of the modern world: The Ginza district with its lights & shopping places, Toyota & Sony factories, the bullet trains, unique foods like sushi & mochi, and so much more."

Moira looked at me excitedly, "You are young and in college. Why don't you travel during your summer vacation?"

"The main reason is that in a place like that, one has to go with a companion. All of my friends would love to join me in Spain, Greece, or Italy. I talked about going to Japan with my former girlfriend, but we separated 2 months ago."

"Sorry to hear that. I do not want to open old wounds, but was it due to having different priorities in life or a personal reason?"

"She behaved like a classic spring chicken, and I like a girlfriend I could talk to without using social media on the phone 24/7..."

She smiled, "That's hard to find these days. Wherever I go, young people are always on the phone: Bus, train station, doctor's waiting room, restaurant, everywhere."

"That's why I prefer older ones."

She laughed, "I heard from Reese you are older than her by 2 years, so you must be 21. What range of 'older' do you mean?"

"From 30 and higher. Chronological age does not make any difference. As long as she is pleasant, we can find common interests, and she will be willing to date me - I am in."

"You are kidding! Would you go out with your grandmother's friend?"

"Why not? If she is available, not super ugly, and I enjoy being with her - Definitely!"

"How can you talk like that? You are handsome and very nice to talk to. I have no doubt if you tried, you'll find a young girl who would fit the description you just mentioned."

"Believe me, I've tried. As a young male with raging hormones, I was looking around, but every girl I met, sooner or later, started talking nonstop, never left her phone at home, and on the rare occasion she looked me in the eye, I found out she was interested in fashion, shopping, and gossip. Sorry, not for me."

"So what else would YOU like to talk about?"

I love sports, but I discuss ad nauseam this subject with my male friends. With girls, I am open to many subjects like traveling, movies, gardening, even cooking, although I am more of an eater than a cook."

"Isn't it funny? Like you, gardening is a hobby of mine, and I would love to go on a trip to Japan."

I grinned, "Moira, our interests are similar; unlike young girls, you are a fantastic listener, and you look great. I just met you, but I am sure you are attached. Otherwise, I'd ask you out."

"Wade, you are a gentleman, and I appreciate the compliment. However, I'll be 50 in 10 days. I am sure even your mother is younger than me."

"Moira, 10 minutes ago, you asked if I'd consider dating a lady who could be my grandmother. Remember what I said?"

She giggled, "Since we are joking, what would your sister say if she knew that after chatting with HER on a cup of coffee, I join her brother at the movies or strolling in the park?"

I glanced at her seriously and said, "Reese and I have an unwritten arrangement. I do not tell her who to date, and she never interfered with my choices. And I remind you I am the older one."

Moira grinned, "Our discussion is too weird. I do not know how to react to what you are saying. In any case, if you wish to visit me again, you are welcome."

"Moira, I think you have preconceived notions about young men in general or me in particular. Would it be rude if I asked you to join me on a stroll in the botanic gardens? We both enjoy flowers, and it's the perfect time to see many of them in peak bloom."

She laughed loudly, "Everybody who sees us together will think I am your mother."

"We can easily eliminate this danger. If we walk hand in hand, they won't think this way. They might consider you a cougar or me as a gigolo, but why should we care? I don't mind what people we do not know think. Imagine I was black, disabled, or weighed 600 pounds. Certain people have biases. I don't care what their opinion is as long as they do not interfere with my life. I feel the same way about different religions, different professions, or wealth."

Moira whispered, "You definitely sound more mature than an average 21 years old. May I have a raincheck about the botanical gardens?"

"Yes, you can. I'd rather do it this weekend because according to the weather channel, all of next week we'll have rain on and off. I'll leave on your table my cellphone number. Moira, I am serious. I'd love to walk with you and see you enjoying the same flowers I like. My plan includes shooting your pictures when I see your smiling face in the garden."

As we separated, she looked at me strangely.

...

On Friday, as I was on my way back from school, Moira called me, "Wade, Saturday, the weather is predicted to be perfect. Are you sure you wish to waste it on me?"

"Lady, I hate it when somebody questions my decisions. Since I am officially a mature adult, your phone call has one purpose. You either answer, 'Yes, I'd love to stroll in the gardens with you,' or 'Yes, HRH, I'd love to walk with you in the gardens."

She chortled, "What is HRH?"

"His Royal Highness."

"Wade, I really like your sense of humor. It's free of sarcasm, which I hate."

"When is the best time to pick you up?"

"Is 9 am too early for you?"

"Not at all. Please wear sneakers, long pants, and a hat. Just in case, I'll bring sunblock lotion and mosquito repellent."

She sounded surprised, "You are prepared for anything, aren't you?"

"Many unpredictable things can happen. I like to be ready for the most common ones."

Moira giggled, "You really are mature for such a young man."

I asked, "Does it mean I have a chance with you?"

"Wade, I just said I liked that you are not sarcastic or cynical, and you are already trying to prove me wrong?"

"Moira dear, I need to go somewhere, so I'll have to disconnect. But I was dead serious about what I just said. I'll see you tomorrow at 9 am. Enjoy your evening."

...

My car parked in front of her house. I barely opened the car door, and Moira exited the house. She wore jeans pants and short sleeved floral blouse. Her hair was tied in a ponytail style. She looked half her age. It would have been still older than me, but very acceptable. I liked how she looked, and especially the million-dollar smile.

I opened the side door for her. She asked, grinning, "Are you a gentleman, or you do that for every oldie?"

I stopped the car and raised my fist, "Lady, if you do not quit calling my date an oldie, I'll have to beat you up."

She watched my face and burst into a hysteric laugh, "What a jokester..."

It was partly cloudy and around 70 degrees in the gardens. The path was mostly flat and allowed close access to the colorful flowers. Moira leaned a couple of times before the roses and tried to smell them. Once I captured her picture, doing it in profile. Then, twice I was in front of her on the other side of the flower bed and caught her doing the same. She realized I shot her picture and asked, "Is photography one of your hobbies?"

"I take pictures when I like the subject. It may be an interesting scene, or... you."

"Wade, please, let's enjoy the day and the beautiful flowers."

Next, we moved to an area situated uphill. I walked behind Moira as her foot slipped on a small round rock. I caught her around her waist before she fell. She blushed and thanked me. I said, "Thanking me is not enough. I don't want to risk the chance my baby will fall again. Please, give me your hand."

Moira smiled, "It's not necessary."

"I do not trust you," and grabbed her hand in mine. She did not object, and we continued strolling in the area that was dedicated to various irises and tulips. Then we moved to more exotic flowers, including orchids. I took several photos from different angles and joined Moira on the path. She took my hand in hers, and we continued walking. I wondered if she did it for me or she felt the connection. We stayed mostly quiet. I didn't want to disrupt the magical bond I was hoping was being formed between us. Moira didn't try to move away from me either.

After an hour, it became warmer. We arrived at a small convenience store. I asked her if she cared for something cold to drink or an ice cream. She said, "You choose."

I smiled, kissed her hand, and said, "Don't go away. I'll be back soon."

I came out with a chocolate/vanilla ice cream and a can of Coke.

"Pretty lady, any preference?"

"The ice cream."

"Good choice."

While Moira licked her ice cream, we continued strolling slowly, hand in hand, around the pond with the lilies. As we approached a tiny stair, the ice cream was in her mouth, and she didn't see the stair. The brownish-white ice cream fell on her blouse, stained it, and then continued down onto her sneakers.

She blushed profusely and mumbled, "I am such a klutz today."

I smiled and said, "That's OK. I am here to save the day. The water fountain and the bathrooms are far away. Do you mind if I clean everything?"

"How can you do it without water?"

"I'll use my tissue to clean your sneakers and lick everything else..."

She gave me a long look, "Wade, are you flirting with me?"

"May I plead the fifth, or you insist on the truth?"

"Tell me."

"I do."

"Can we sit on a shady bench and talk, please?"

We found a bench for 2 in a less crowded area and sat down. She stared at my eyes.

"Wade, we have similar interests, but everything else is so much apart. Why me?"

"Give me one good reason why not you."

"Whether you like it or not, the age difference is huge."

"Are you a female or pretend to be?"

"I am not going to answer stupid questions."

"Are you a minor?"

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Do you have anything against me?"

"No."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"So knowing already chronological age means nothing to me, why not?"

"Because..."

"Moira dear, you better find a better reason than 'because,' otherwise my next question is going to be if I may kiss you."

"Wade, you are pushing it."

"Please, give me a reason why not."

"...I can't think right now... Would you mind taking me home?"

"Sure. Sorry if I offended you."

She didn't answer but took my hand in hers. It was a good sign.

During the drive home we were quiet. I wanted to say, 'Penny for your thought,' but I didn't dare breaking the silence.

I parked by her door and turned to her. She gazed at my eyes, then she leaned, and her lips touched mine lightly. By the time my brain comprehended what she did, it was too late; she opened her door and ran toward her house.

Twenty minutes later, my phone rang. It was Moira, "Wade, are you OK?"

"Not exactly. You did something and did not let me react."

"I was afraid we'd cross the line."

"Where is the line?"

"You know what I mean."

"I do not. Will I see you again?"

"Honey, be logical. What do you expect me to tell Reese next time when she visits me?"

"It's up to you. If the idea bothers you, we can keep it a secret. As far as I am concerned, telling her is a non issue. Reese and I talked about you a couple of times. She likes you a lot. Reese confided in me she hated to see you alone much of the time and wanted to help you find a good man. The first afternoon you and I spent together, I felt toward you something I hadn't felt before. I think you like me but the age difference is a high hurdle for you mentally. I wish I knew how to help you, but I can't. I REALLY wish to see you again. May I visit you sometime when Reese is not there?"

"... I don't know if it is such a good idea..."

"I promise to behave."

"I wish I could promise you the same..."

"Moira, I'll bring the pictures I took today."

"Reese told me tomorrow afternoon she'd be busy helping her friend prepare for a party. Can you be here at 4:30?"

"If by that time I didn't die due to a heart attack, I'll be there."

...

The following afternoon, I knocked on Moira's door with a dozen dark red roses. They cost a fortune, but unlike most roses these days, they smelled great. Moira opened the door, dressed in a light-blue dress. I looked at her and whistled, "Moira, you look terrific." She blushed, "You look good yourself."

I gave Moira the roses. She smelled them and grinned, "I haven't seen nicer roses than these. Where did you find such beautiful with a sweet fragrance?"

"That's a secret I will reveal only if I am allowed to kiss you."