Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2017 20:25:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: Two Young Neighbors Two Young Neighbors By Tony Williams I'm in the process of moving into a new apartment, a single bedroom on the second floor. My U-haul truck is parked close to the bottom of the stairs and I'm carrying big black Hefty bags two at a time. A walkway runs across the front of the building and from that a short passage extends into the building ending in two doors, each set at forty five degree, the left one being my apartment and the other, I imagine, an exact mirror. Inside, turning left, the bedroom extends to the front with its window overlooking the walkway, then there's the bathroom, then a kitchen with a pass-through, which serves as a breakfast bar, to the living room. At the far end of the living room, floor to ceiling glass windows have a sliding glass door which leads to the balcony overlooking the pool. Small and neat, it's perfect for me. I climb the stairs for the umpteenth time, and in the passage way are two young girls. They stand against the wall to give me room to pass. "Are you our new neighbor?" one of them asks. I pause to look at them. Holy shit, they're fucking adorable! They look about twelve years old, one having small budding tits and the other, a late developer perhaps, has a flat chest, but I don't mind that one bit. I love prepubescent girls. Both are achingly beautiful. "I am," I say, dropping the Hefty bags and holding my hand out. "I'm Tony." "I'm Bunty," says Flat Chest, "and this is my cousin Bonnie. She's staying with us until school starts next month." I shake their hands. "Who's `us'?" I ask. "Me and Mum. She's at work until this evening. I think you'll like her." Not as much as I like you, I think. "Do you want a hand with your stuff?" "As it happens, I do. You can help with the small stuff. Most of it's in bags like these, but there's a queen size mattress and box spring that's gonna be awkward up the stairs, so yes, I can use some help with that, too. It's very kind of you." Long story short, they spend the next thirty minutes hauling my stuff up the stairs. Nothing is very heavy, but the size of the mattress and box makes them awkward. Eventually we wrestle them up and drag them into the bedroom and I set them up on the frame. "Let's take a break," I say and they flop down on the bed. Now when two preteen girls in short dresses sit sprawled on a bed and you stand at the foot, there's a very good change you're going get a really nice upskirt view, and so it turns out. Both girls have their knees lifted and between their thighs I see the crotches of their white cotton panties. I pretend, unsuccessfully, that I'm not staring, but they see me and grin, fully aware of the effect that they're having on me. I look for as long as I dare, then say, "Have a breather while I set up my computer in the living room." I reluctantly exit, but I know there'll be other opportunities to look up their dresses. I set my laptop up on the small desk which is little more than a writing table, and plug it all in. I connect the wall cable and wait for the modem to light up. The girls come into the room and look at the screen which shows my "wallpaper". It's a picture of a ten year old girl called "Juliette". She's all over the internet, if you know where to look, dozens of albums in all sorts of locations and I've downloaded most of them. She's wearing a crop top which she's pushing up to reveal one tiny nipple and with her other hand she's pulled down the side of her matching panties so that her pussy is almost, but not quite, visible. She knows how to tease. But the most attractive thing about the picture is her brilliant, eager smile. She clearly loves being photographed. "Who's she?" asks Bunty. "That's Juliette. Isn't she pretty?" "Is she a friend?" asks Bonnie. "I wish! No, I just found her on the internet, and I've kinda fallen in love with her. I have lots more pictures of her." "Are you a dirty old man, then?" asks Bunty, with a grin. "Well, I had a shower earlier this morning and I'm not all that old." Mid twenties as it happens. "But I do like young girls. Don't worry, I'm not one of those freaks who invites children into his windowless van and drives off into the woods to molest them." "Your van doesn't have any windows," Bonnie points out. "Yeah, but it's not mine. It's a rental and I'm taking it back this afternoon. Don't worry, you guys are safe with me. After all, you know where I live." "We're not worried, are we, Bonnie? We know how to look after ourselves. We know when to say `no', and anyway, we outnumber you two to one." "There you go, then. Just a few more bags, then we're done and you get your reward." "Reward?" asks Bonnie. "Ice cream." They run from the apartment and are back with the remaining bags just as I finish filling three bowls of ice cream. "Where are we gonna sit?" Bunty asks. The only chair is a swivel office chair at my desk. My couch and dining set will be delivered tomorrow. I throw some pillows and cushions on the floor and they sit down. Just as on the bed, little girls sitting on floors invariably manage to show off their panties and these two are making no effort whatsoever to keep their thighs together, as I stand looking at them. "Can we see more pictures of Juliette?" Bonnie asks. "Sure." I sit at the desk and open one of several picture files. There she is in all her nearly naked glory, in a variety of underwear, sometimes with a top, sometimes not, frequently tugging at her panties, but never quite revealing her treasure. "Who's taking the pictures?" Bunty asks. "Her daddy, maybe, who knows?" The backdrop, always a plain sheet, offers no clue. We come to the last picture and I hesitate. "This next one is special," I say, my voice sounding serious. "Technically, it's child pornography so no one must ever know about it, okay?" "We can keep secrets," Bonnie says. I click to the picture and Juliette is sitting facing the camera, her knees up, wearing nothing but another crop top and she's happily showing off her sweet little treasure. Her smile, as usual, is dazzling. "Oh, my God," Bonnie laughs. "She's showing off her cunt!" I love it when little girls talk dirty. "Any more like this one?" Bunty asks. As it happens, I do have one more which shows Juliette with a painfully large cock buried in her ass, though her face still bears a smile but I'm not gonna show that one to anyone. "Yeah, lots, but not of Juliette, just random girls from the web." "I've never seen naked girls this young on the internet," says Bonnie. "You have to know where to look," I say, finishing the last of my ice cream. I collect the bowls from them and put them on the pass-through. I lift one arm and sniff my pit. It doesn't smell of anything, but I say, "I need a shower. Do you girls want a shower? They look at each other. "Why not?" says Bunty, climbing to her feet and taking Bonnie's hand, pulls her to her feet. "If you shower together, there'll be enough hot water for all of us," I tell them. "We always shower together anyway," says Bonnie, lifting her dress over her head. My heart skips a beat. As I'd guessed, her boobs have begun to grow and they bear nice big pink nipples. Bunty unzips her dress at the back and lets it fall to her feet. Her chest is perfectly flat and her figure is like that of a young boy. My pulse quickens as quite unselfconsciously, they slide their white panties down and step out of them. Bunty's mound is bald, but Bonnie's has a wisp of dark hair. "Look at him!" Bunty says, grinning. "His eyes are popping out of his head. I think he likes naked little girls, Bonnie, don't you?" "Obviously," she says. "How could I not? You're both gorgeous!" "He means `sexy'," says Bunty. "Question is, how sexy is he gonna look when he gets undressed?" "Pretty hot, I imagine," says Bonnie. "Go on, Tony, get your clothes off. You said you wanted a shower." "Have you girls ever seen a naked man before?" They snort. "Of course," says Bunty. "Bonnie's dad is always hanging round the house with nothing on in the summer. He just doesn't give a fuck. He's older than you, though and not nearly as good looking." "In that case . . ." I take my shoes off, then stand and peel my shirt over my head. Next my shorts fall to the floor, leaving me in my white briefs. "Oooh, tighty whities!" cries Bonnie, "much sexier than baggy boxers. Go on, get `em off." I slide them down and my cock, about half hard, pops out. "Wow, it's bigger than my dad's," she says, eyeing it. "Come on, Bunty, let's shower." I follow them into the bathroom and they step into the tub. "Only room for two," Bunty calls, drawing the shower curtain closed. I sit on the john, listening. Above the splash of water, I can hear giggling and snatches of conversation. "Do my tits." "Oooh, that feels nice!" "Do it to me." "Mmmm, now the other one." "Do it again." "Are you peeing? I am." "Put your hand back where it was." "Deeper, deeper!" My imagination runs wild as I try to picture what they're doing. Then the water shuts off and the curtain is drawn back. Their faces are flushed and beads of moisture run down their perfect bodies. I hand them towels and watch as they dry off, a towel draped over my midriff. "That was nice," says Bunty. "Very nice," says Bonnie, archly. " Were you eavesdropping?" "I couldn't help hearing what you were saying. It was like a porn audio tape." They grin. "Do you always shower together?" "Oh, yes," says Bunty, "so we can soap each other's backs." "And other places," says Bonnie, grinning. "We'll be in the bedroom." They gather their clothes and exit, giggling. I take a quick shower, dry off, wrap a towel round my waist, then collect my laptop and phone from the living room. In the bedroom, I find them lying on the bed, dressed once again. Their heads are propped up against the wall, their legs spread quite unselfconsciously. Again, they don't seem bothered by the fact that my gaze if riveted on their panties and that my cock is tenting my towel. "You got any more pictures of naked girls?" Bonnie says. "As it happens, I do, but you must swear absolute secrecy. If anyone knew what was on this laptop, I'd spend the rest of my life in jail." "Cross our hearts," says Bunty. I sit between them and open another file, entering a password. This is pure child porn, shots of preteens, all of them showing their private parts in utterly lewd poses, all of them with eager smiles on their faces. (Any porn picture I find with no smile doesn't get downloaded. I'd hate to think that these girls were coerced into posing so provocatively.) Most are of just one girl, but a series shows two little dedicated exhibitionists who pose together in extremely creative ways, the better to show off their treasures. "D'you think they're lesbians?" Bunty asks. "I doubt it," says Bonnie. "They seem to be more interested in the camera than in each other. If they were lesbians, they'd be kissing and stuff, fingering each other and all that other stuff that lesbians do." "Like what?" I ask, wondering about the extent of her knowledge. "You don't know?" she asks, incredulously. "Don't you watch porn on the internet? We, do, don't we, Bonnie.?" "All the time, especially lesbians, but we can't find anything except adults, no kids like us. Don't you have pictures of girls our age having sex?" "Just kissing, nothing more, but you girls could help me out in that regard." Bonnie turns to Bunty, grinning and says, "He wants us to . . ." "Pose for him?" "Yeah, doing lesbian stuff." "You mean carrying on where we left off in the shower? But that's our secret." "He's not gonna tell anyone," says Bonnie. "They'd put him in jail, like he said. Let's do it." "The living room would be the best place," I suggest, "against the back drop of the curtains." The previous tenant has left dark, floor to ceiling curtains against which the pale skin of my two models will contrast nicely. Five minutes later, My phone has recorded several dozen deliciously naughty pictures of them embracing and kissing, then undressing each other, then posing in a wide variety of positions, all designed to show off their sweet little cunts. They're not in the least bit shy about displaying their private parts, in fact, they seem eager to do so, standing, squatting, lying, sitting, always with their legs spread nice and wide, always with inviting smiles on their faces. The pictures are all at least as good as the best stuff I've ever found on the internet. "Now let's go back to the bedroom," I suggest, "and you can play at being lesbians." "We don't need to play," says Bunty. "We prefer each other to boys." "And to me?" "You're different. You're a hunk, Tony, and you have a man sized cock, not like kids of our age." Back in the bedroom, they pose again, but this time they're all over each other, kissing, fondling caressing each other's bodies. I take a couple of dozen more pictures. "Let's show him some really sexy stuff, Bunty," says Bonnie. "Like what?" "Licking each other. Sixty nining. He'll like that." To my delight, Bunty turns her body so that they're lying head to tail and buries her face between her cousin's thighs. Bonnie does the same and I'm firing my phone off as fast as I can. After a minute or so they come up for air. "Let's see what he's got," says Bunty. "Talk among yourselves for a moment while I download all this into my computer. It'll look better on the big screen." I transfer my haul to the laptop. The slide show that fills the screen is amazing, child pornography at its best, all beautifully posed and lit with amazing close ups. Any single one of these pictures could get me locked up for a long stretch. The girls love them, oohing and aahing, clearly excited to be revealing their passion for each other. The show comes to an end. "Oh, look at his tentpole!" says Bonnie, looking down at my towel. "He's got a boner!" cries Bunty. "Not surprising, given what we've just seen." "I wanna see it," says Bonnie, yanking my towel open. My cock is like a bar of titanium, wet with precum at the end. "Oooh, he likes us," says Bunty. "He likes pictures of little girls have gay sex. He is a dirty old man!" "But a nice one," says Bonnie. "I've always wanted to have fun with some dirty old man without getting abducted and stuff. That's an awesome cock!" "Bigger than your dad's, you said earlier," says Bunty. "Much bigger." "Too big," says Bunty. "A cock like that would hurt, wouldn't it?" "I don't think so. Our cunts would stretch to accommodate it." "Are you gonna try it?" Bonnie is eyeing my member hungrily. "Are you both virgins?" I ask. "We busted each other's cherries months ago," says Bunty, "with our fingers, but we've never been fucked." "Until now," Bonnie says. "I wanna know what it feels like to have a cock inside me." Holy fucking shit! It's being offered to me on a plate, sex with a twelve year old, maybe both of them. I'm excited beyond belief. I throw all caution to the winds. Thoughts of legal ramifications are abandoned. I toss the laptop aside, drag my towel from under my butt and slide down the bed, my cock pointing at the ceiling. "Straddle me, Bonnie," I say. "You can be in control. Sit on it." Bunty's eyes grow big as she watches her cousin lower herself on to me, my cock disappearing up her inch by inch, her cunt well lubricated by their earlier antics. She gasps. "Am I hurting you? You can stop if you want." "No, no! It's awesome! Ooooh, it feels so fucking good! Fuck me, Tony, fuck my brains out. Oh, you can't imagine how good this feels, Bunty! You gotta try it!" A few minutes later, she did. The following day my sofa and dining set arrived. Bunty and Bonnie helped me unload it all and I felt I had to reward them. Not just ice cream, though. The end.