From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

The History: Back in 2009, having never written a story before, and knowing little about grammar, punctuation, or how to create a story, I thought, let me give it a try. I had this stupid idea about a boy going up in the attic, so I wrote a few thousand word story. To my surprise and amazement, people read it and said there needed to be more. That’s how the saga of the writing of My Neighbor’s Incest started.

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My Neighbor's Incest Part VIII

bistander

Bewilderment

While I fumbled in my locker for books, Jasmine whispered in my ear, "Forty-Seven days until Christmas vacation."

I turned around and faced her. Jasmine's long shirt hugged her round tits and hips. It looked like a short dress on her—nothing but sexy, tan legs sticking out the bottom. I loved no school uniform day. My dick reacted with a thump, while my mind wished she was ugly. If Jasmine had terrible breath, pimples all over her face, or something that I could dislike about her, that would make it easier not to be attracted to her.

Jasmine took me by my shoulders and switched places with me. She stood with her back to my locker and pulled me close. "Joe, I need you to help me with Stacy. I can't explain everything now, and I don't know when, but Stacy needs a good lay. A stiff dick. She thinks she's in love with me, and as much as I love doing her, I don't want a girlfriend. You have to help me."

Jasmine gripped my ass with both hands and pulled my groin into hers. She put her open mouth over mine and let her tongue dive in. My dick stiffened as my hands slipped under her shirt. I searched for underwear or even a thong, but I only found her glorious flesh. "My, oh my, you didn't?"

Jasmine moved her face back. I said, "You bad girl." My face spelled out my utter amazement for the girl’s seductive nature. She had power over me, and she knew it.

Jasmine's expression was that of someone who knew she could break me like cheap china. I wanted to hate her, but the truth was, I was crazy about Jasmine. She melted me with a look or a touch, and she always left me amazed at how special she was. That is if she wasn't crazy?

"Remember, you have to help me." As Jasmine walked away, she lifted the back of her skirt just far enough so I could see the round bottom of her ass peeking out.

There aren't words to describe the impact of that sexual creature on a teenage boy's mind. Of course, the effect on my cock could easily be measured. I limped off to class, hoping nobody would notice. I want to hate her.

I was so horny the rest of the day that I would have beat off at school if it wasn't for "Whackin’ Willy." Poor guy got caught two years ago, and even though most of us don't know him, we all still talk about it.

I wondered why Jasmine hadn't used the time at the Halloween party to work something out with Stacy and me? The party was a disappointment for me. I guess my excitement and expectations were so high that I was doomed to be let down. But, I never expected to have been abandoned by Stacy and Jasmine. I sat on the couch, mostly by myself, realizing that I was still just a freshman. Although, I did have a great time trick or treating with the girls, especially Jasmine. The time helped me to feel like I knew her a little bit better.

After school that day, I was getting the mail, and I heard Susan. "Joe, come here." Susan sounded excited as she headed toward me. We met halfway between my house and hers. We spontaneously held hands and almost kissed before we awkwardly separated. It was so frustrating having to deny our natural tendencies. There is nothing more influential than the power of first love. The undeniable desire to touch, hold hands, and kiss lasts for weeks. I always made fun of my friend because he never let go of his girlfriend's hand. They acted like they needed to cling to each other lest they lose each other. Now, I knew how that felt, except I could rarely hold my girl openly.

"My mother took Buster to have his nuts cut off!" Susan's words caused me to cross my legs and wince, but it was Jasmine I felt sorry for.

"Why is she doing that?" I tried not to let my face give any indication of my true feeling for Buster's loss.

Susan’s silly smile told much of the story before she opened her mouth. "I heard her say, 'Damn it, what is wrong with this dog? Every time I layout, he is shoving his nose in my crotch.' I laughed, picturing Jasmine and Buster."

"She has to pick him up tomorrow after school. Can you come over?" Susan shuffled her feet like a nervous kid, while her face painted a picture of a plotting bad girl.

I answered quickly, "Na, I have some homework I'd better do." Susan whacked me and told me to be there at four-thirty.

"Hey, what about your dad, where has he been?" I'd rather get caught by Mrs. Davis than Mr. Davis.

Susan seemed to be blowing off my question as she said something over her shoulder while running off. Oh well, as long as he doesn't show up tomorrow.

The next afternoon, Susan answered the door in a skort that looked like her school uniform. I knew it was too short for that, so she must have rolled it up at the top under her shirt. It looked hot, but I exercised self-control for now. Fucking her in the doorway wouldn’t be cool. Make love to her, I corrected myself, not fuck.

When Susan told me to sit on the couch, it suddenly felt strange being alone with her in the house. I looked at the carpet and pictured my face smashed into her mother's pussy. I was sitting right where her mother spread her legs for me and told me to cum on her. "Let's get a drink." I got up and headed for the kitchen, shaking off the memories.

When Susan stretched for a can of soda, only a tiny little bit of material hid her ass. I got behind her and ran my fingertips up the inside of her thighs. She sighed and pushed her butt back.

As my hands reached the bottom edge of the skort, I turned my palms upward. "Ooh, this is a skirt. Oh, you’re so bad." My dick skyrocketed as my hands found a naked butt. I fondled it, ready to fuck her right there facing into the opened refrigerator.

"Slow down, Joe. We have plenty of time." She closed the door without a drink.

I forced her against the door in a kiss that was already beyond foreplay. I wanted to calm down, go slow, but the young girl's stimulating nature drove me crazy. The girl was so much, in such a tiny package, it was almost impossible to accept her age. Susan’s passion, her capacity for love, and her maturity surpassed all the girls I knew who were older.

Susan broke off our lip embrace and opened the freezer. She looked in and then looked back at me, catching me eyeballing her ass. "You like orange or cherry? Never mind." Susan grabbed the cherry ice pop and removed the paper as she closed the freezer door.

I pulled a chair away and set Susan's ass on the edge of the table. Her skirt covered little. I sat on the chair and gazed at the sexy little butt cheeks that overlapped the tabletop. Her pussy mound was covered with a thin layer of pubic hair. It wasn't peach fuzz anymore, but it still didn’t seem like a bush. It was wonderful. Susan had matured so much since that first time I touched her in my attic. It had only been a few months, but so much had happened and changed.

Susan opened her legs and placed her feet on my shoulders. She worked her mouth over the tip of a cherry popsicle. I watched her lips turn red. They were a seductive pair of lips, indeed.

I kissed my way down the inside of her thigh. I wanted to force my tongue as far inside her body as possible, taste her sweet juices, and feel her body jerk in orgasm, but I made myself go slow, let the excitement build for my lover. I teased every inch of flesh from the back of her knees to her ass cheeks with kisses, licks, and nibbles. Her two perfectly smooth pussy lips trembled, but I didn’t touch them. They parted when Susan opened her leg position, but I still didn’t touch them. I wanted to hear my girl ask, even beg to have her pussy eaten.

A groan escaped Susan's throat as she tentatively touched her cherry pop to the nub of skin that hid her clit. Red juice trickled along the line of tender flesh. My tongue savored the sweet liquid while parting the two puffy mounds of labia.

I took the popsicle away from Susan, opened her lips, and touched the icy tip to her exposed bud. The girl's hands tried to come to the rescue, but I got my tongue in there first, warming her chilled nub. While sucking and licking the swelling bud, I slid the frozen cherry probe along the length of her parted lips. My tongue followed after, enjoying the mixture of Susan’s excitement and cherry. Susan's natural zest easily overpowered the artificial flavor.

I quickly and forcefully circled her clit. Her fingers clamped down on the edge of the table, and her legs kicked. I shoved the ice dildo inside her quivering hole, and Susan’s legs slammed shut on my head. The popsicle squirted out. I forced my face in and covered the frostbitten hole with my mouth, shoving my tongue deep. Susan was so wet, and juicy, and open for me. I stuffed more tongue inside and sucked up as much of her as I could get.

Oh, the terrific pain of Susan's hands pulling my hair while her legs crushed my head. Her feet kicked against my back as she screamed. Finally, she pushed my head back, and I watched as her quivering lips spilled clear fluid down her ass cheeks. Her extreme orgasm pooled around her butt on the table. I kissed Susan and watched her face as she seemed to enjoy her pussy. We shared the cherry pop while kissing. Our frozen tongues would defrost, then we would freeze them again and start over.

I dropped my zipper, ready to finally be inside Susan's body. She said, "Wait, not here. I want to use my bed." Wow, we hadn’t used a bed since that first time, when we only half did it.

Susan threw the leftover stick in the trash under the sink. I reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass. She said, "See, I told you, you would never stop touching me." Susan smiled, knowing she loved the attention of my hands constantly touching her.

As I turned around, she pulled me back against her. She leaned against the cabinet, and she reached around me and took my cock in her hand. "Is this how you do it?" Susan asked as she worked her hand up and down my throbbing shaft. "I wanna jerk you off. It feels so cool in my hand, and standing behind you like this, it looks like it could be mine." Susan giggled like a little girl and added, "It is mine, isn't it?"

I answered with a moan as her dry hand ground my skin. "It doesn't work exactly like that. It needs something slippery, like the inside of your body."

My balls jumped with surprise as the girl's tiny fingers covered with hand lotion slipped down over my purple head. "Oh, shit, that's better."

My excitement seemed to make Susan's hand go faster. It was strange to see someone else's hand doing what mine should be doing. I looked on, fighting the urge to take over, as the little hand beat the length of my cock with almost perfect rhythm. My ass rocked back into her body and thrust forward to meet her downward strokes.

"Oh, fuck, it's coming." Susan's left arm was tightly wrapped around my stomach, holding me against her body, while her right hand rocketed up and down my shaft. My cum blasted across the kitchen while my hand franticly tried to figure out what to do. It was so unnatural not to hold my spraying dick.

Susan held her finger over the opening and deflected the second powerful jet of my fluid. "Wow, that feels so weird, in a good way." She was thrilled with the power she had over me. My dick continued to mess Mrs. Davis's spotless kitchen floor.

"Oh, that's great, shoot a load on the kitchen floor without letting me watch," Jasmine said as she burst into the room.

I did a stupid spaz dance that must have looked like someone getting electrocuted. Susan quickly recovered from her shock by breaking into a fit of laughter from the sight of my cock bouncing around as I did my jig.

"You two are seriously lucky it's me and not mom." Jasmine's tone indicated she was enjoying this way more than necessary.

Susan seemed to absorb the scary truth of her sister's words. "What are you doing here! Isn't Mom picking you up at school after she gets Buster?"

Jasmine ignored the question. "In the kitchen? Oh shit, did you do that where Mom eats her dinner? Oh, my nasty little sister. Even I'd never do that." Jasmine seemed okay with cumming on the floor, but pussy juice on the table was not okay, somehow?

"Jasmine, do I need to remind you of, hmm, let's see where should I start?" Susan seemed frustrated that her sister had wrecked an exhilarating moment for her. "Why are you home?"

Jasmine licked her lips. "You are so lucky I got Stacy to drop me off early, or you would have been busted by Mom. She's going to be here soon because she doesn't have to pick me up."

Jasmine's face seemed a little scary as she approached her little sister. Susan stepped back until she was up against me, and I was against the counter. Susan's whole demeanor changed as Jasmine's hand gripped her face. She squeezed Susan's lips out and then placed her mouth over them. She released her grip, but the kiss continued. My face was just inches from the kissing sister's lips. I could hear their erotic tongues slapping as they lapped at each other's faces.

Jasmine released Susan, and she kissed me over her sister's shoulder. I looked down and saw Jasmine's hand go under Susan's skirt. "You are the sexiest little sister anyone could have. Were you going to fuck?" Jasmine asked while her hands worked over Susan's bare ass.

Susan didn’t answer.

"I still can't believe you let him fuck you. Seeing him put that giant cock in there has got to be the hottest thing in the world. If Mom wasn't coming home any minute, I would watch. Would you let me watch?" Jasmine's tone was somewhere between demanding and questioning.

"Joe, you better go. I'm dead if Mom comes in while you're here. I'll get Jasmine to help me clean up your mess." She smiled, knowing she had enjoyed making me cum on the floor more than I enjoyed it.

Susan got on her hands and knees with a paper towel. Her ass exposed. Jasmine grabbed my crotch and bit my neck as soon as her sister couldn't see. Then, she pushed me toward the door. "You are one lucky bastard to have that tight little thing as your girlfriend." She admired Susan's exposed butt hole a little too much for my comfort.

As I headed for the door, I wondered what the two sisters might be doing later tonight. Should I consider that cheating? Indeed what I had done was. I guess even if I thought it was, who was I to say so?

Jasmine called out before I got out the door, "I can't wait until Aunt Jane and our cousins come for Thanksgiving. We are going to have so much fun." Jasmine read the question mark on my face and added, "Didn't Susan finish telling you the story?"

I closed the door and walked away, wondering what that meant. I hadn't even heard of any cousins. My imagination went wild. Shit, that's Mrs. Davis. I played it cool and timed my walk so it got me to the driveway as soon as she pulled in. I walked to where she stopped the car. Buster was in the backseat, looking groggy.

I watched the foxy lady climb from the car. Her heaving breasts burst into view before anything else. Once again, like on Halloween, I was sure her tits looked even bigger than I remembered. Her huge nipples looked like grapes under the shirt that seemed stretched to capacity. My lust for the woman was obvious, but my feelings were anything else. Whenever I saw Chris, an inner turmoil stirred. I liked her as an adult and as my girlfriend’s mother, but I lusted for her and felt like we were on the same level. There was a sexual tension there that made me unsure how to act around Mrs. Davis unless we were alone, and she was seducing me.

"Hi, Mrs. Davis. How is Buster doing?" I had a few other comments I wanted to make, but I thought it best to keep them to myself.

"Joe, I guess you're never going to call me Chris?" She looked disappointed as she opened the back door of the car. I didn't know if I needed to answer, so I paused.

"Joe, were you at the house?" Mrs. Davis asked without a hint of accusation.

"I was going to see what Jasmine was doing, but Susan said I had to come back later." I lied, but it was better than saying I had just sprayed her kitchen floor with a load of cum. "She told me about Buster's unfortunate trip to the vet."

"Joe, did she tell you the other news?" Mrs. Davis looked nervous.

"I don't think so. Unless you mean that she's passing math thanks to me?" I smiled widely, knowing that unless counting orgasms was good for an A, I hadn't done a thing to help her.

"Well, I think I'll let one of them tell you." She stepped close as she spoke and ran her soft hand across my cheek. The loving gesture and smile could have very well been that of a kind woman toward a neighborhood boy, but it could have been something else.

"Joe, you be good to Jasmine. She really likes you. She needs someone like you. Okay, let me help this dazed doggy inside." Buster's tail hung down, covering his wound as if ashamed of his missing balls.

Not again, I thought, why can't I ever go home from their house without this bewilderment?