Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2009 01:16:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Smith Smithy Subject: The Family Next Door - Chapter 1 (TG) This story is completely fictitious and involves minors engaging in sexual activity, crossdressing, and bondage. If any of these offend you or you are not of legal age, please leave immediately. If, however, you are of age and that all sounds exciting, please read and enjoy. I find that not enough people write what I like to read, so I've devoted some time and put together a little fantasy/romance story for you all. This is the first work I've submitted and I'd love to hear any feedback you've got on it. You can reach me at: smithsmith2332 [at] yahoo.com. Please place the series or chapter title in the subject line. This is the first of hopefully many chapters to come. The level of kink will definitely be upped in future chapters. This story may not be altered or redistributed under any circumstances. If you want credit, do what I did and write your own story. The Family Next Door Chapter I - It Started by the Pool It was one of those perfect summer days: Not too hot and humid, but warm and sunny. It was about eleven in the morning and my mother was at work. I, however, had the day off, so I decided to lounge around with a book in the shade on our second story back deck. Deciding I wanted something to drink, I got up and walked into the kitchen. Returning to the deck, I walked over the railing with my juice. Our house sat in the middle of a neighbor in unremarkable suburbia, with woods behind us and neighbors to the left and right. It was something at the house on the right, Ms. Swanson's house, that caught my attention. They had a nice little in-ground pool, surrounded by the usual deck chairs. However, it was what was walking out to those deck chairs that caught my attention: a cute little redhead in a tiny purple two-piece bikini. Being a seventeen-year-old guy, I was naturally drawn to her more . . .alluring assets: she was fairly trim and petite, her hair was slightly curly and came down to a little below her shoulders, and her ass was a cute little bubble butt. However, as she turned to lie down on the chair I noticed that she was almost completely flat-chested. Maybe she's just a late bloomer, but she's got to be thirteen or fourteen, I thought. To be that old and have no boobs at all... And that's when it hit me. Ms. Swanson's only daughter Michelle was a redhead, but she was eighteen, much older than the beauty in the skimpy bikini that I was ogling. Ms. Swanson did, however, have a redheaded son that would be about fourteen. I couldn't remember seeing Jimmy at all in the last five months or so, more than enough time to grow his hair from the mid-length hair I remember seeing on him before. In addition to growing his hair out, he seems he also taken up crossdressing. Remember how I mentioned I was only seventeen? Well, my insatiable teenage hormones kicked in. I was already at half-staff just from looking at the bikini clad "girl," but that quickly shot into the hardest erection of my young life once I realized that the sexy young thing sunbathing by the pool was actually James, my fourteen-year-old next-door-neighbor. I wasn't sure exactly why the sight of the neighbor boy in drag turned me on like it did, but I wasn't upset about it. Thanks to the wonder that is the Internet, I'd been pursuing porn and written erotica since I was twelve, and I had never shied away from anything but the most extreme. I could blow my load to just about anything, be it straight, gay, lesbian, bi, or transsexual, not to mention any number of fetishes that I enjoyed looking at and reading about. I figured I was bisexual, but being that I had never really gotten anywhere with either gender, it was kind of a mute point at the time. Whatever my orientation was, I knew that I was completely turned on by James and I knew I wanted to see more. A slap-dash plan quickly formed in my mind. I raced into the kitchen, grabbed a measuring cup, and practically jumped down the stairs and out the front door. Forcing myself to slow down, I crossed over our lawn to the Swanson's front step. Luckily, my boner had subsided by that point, but nothing could stop my heart from racing as I knocked on the door. I knocked several times, loud enough so that he could hear me in the back yard. I practically held my breath while standing there, hoping I was lucky enough that would actually answer the door. My luck paid off. James had pulled on a pair of loose black shorts and a blue t-shirt. They weren't anything out of the ordinary, just normal boy clothes. However, I could see a slight trace of the bikini top through his shirt and the end of one of the stings that tie around the neck was just barely visible over his shoulder. It was all I could do it keep myself from breaking to a huge smile, and boner, at that point. "Oh, hey Sam... I wasn't expecting you. How are things, uh, going?" James asked nervously. "Hey Jim, long-time-no-see." He hated when people shortened his name, but I liked teasing him. "Man your hair is getting long... I really like it though, it's nice," I responded. "Listen, I just came by because I was doing a little cooking and the recipe called for a cup of milk. As, of course, as luck would have it, we're completely out. You think I could come in and borrow a cup?" "Uh... Sure, I guess." James opened the door, and I couldn't but stare at his cute butt as he led me to the kitchen. The sliding glass door to the pool deck was still open, so I made the second move in my plan. Setting the measuring cup down on the table, I stepped outside while he was digging through the fridge. When he looked up and saw me outside, he put the milk away and followed me out into the sun. "Sorry, I saw the door was open and I figured you must have been out here before I knocked on the door. You're not wet, so you weren't swimming, so I guess you must have been tanning..." You could see the fear light up in his eyes when I said 'tanning'. "It must be fun to tan out here by the pool... Our deck won't be in the sunlight for a couple hours, so I can't work on mine. But man, I'm pretty pasty, eh? But hey, since you were tanning, mind if I join you down here?" James was looking a bit pale at that point. "But, uh... Weren't you cooking... You said you were..." his words trailed out. "It's nothing serious, just some cookies. The dough is in the fridge and can wait an hour or two," I lied. I whipped my shirt off and threw it to the side. "Come on man, take your shirt off and join me," I said while grabbing for his shirt. Before he knew what was happening, I had his shirt up and over his head, revealing the purple top, little ruffled edges and all. "Well, well, well... What's this then?" James was shocked. I had just learned his secret, what was he going to do? "Wait, this isn't was it looks like, I can explain!" "No need to explain, Jim. I fact, I kind of like it on you." That was also a lie; I loved it on him. Saying that must have stunned him, because he offered no resistance as I kneeled down and moved my hands to his shorts, my thumbs hooking around the waistband. "Let's see, do we have matching bottoms on too...?" I pulled his shorts down, revealing one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen. There in front of me was a cute little fourteen-year-old boy wearing a tight purple bikini. "Wow Jim, you look great in that. You don't fill out the top too well, but damn if you aren't one sexy sight." James could only stammer, "You... really think so...? You really don't think I'm some kind of... freak for wearing this?" I stood up and pressed my body close to his. I was a good six inches taller than him, so he looked up and stared in my eyes as I grabbed his hands in mine. "Honey, if you're a freak for wearing that, then I'm a bigger freak for wanting to see you in it." Still holding hands, I glanced down at his crotch and noticed his cock was stretched hard against the lycra of the bikini. I looked back up at his face and we both smiled at each other as I dropped my pants and boxer shorts. "Suck me," James said softly. "What?" "Get on you knees and suck me. Do it, now." That wasn't what I had expected. It seemed James the cute teen crossdresser had a bit of a dominant side. But something about it all made me want to do what he told me. I dropped to my knees and brought my face in close, reaching my hands around to grab his hot little ass. I reached out with my tongue and gingerly licked his caged boner through the cute swim bottom. I kept licking all around, my hands kneading his ass. My hands moved to his side and pulled both the ties loose, revealing the treasure inside. He was about six inches, nothing shabby for an average guy and certainly not shabby for a kid his age. His head was cut and he was completely smooth and hairless. I licked and kissed gently around tip, bent my head down and sucked on his hairless balls, and finally took the entire thing, down to the hilt, into my mouth. I could hear him moaning and he sounded almost exactly like one of the girls in any random porno flick. "That's it, suck me, suck down my girly cock, my giant clit! Oh fuck you're good... Fuck that's great." Between the excitement of sucking his pretty little cock and the stream of moans and dirty talk from him, I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I reached down to jerk myself while sucking, but Jim looked down. "Don't play with yourself! I don't want you touching yourself until I say you can. Understand?" I nodded vigorously and redoubled my efforts with my mouth, hoping that by pleasing him I could get permission to relieve myself. I still hadn't really figured out what was going on, but James seemed to enjoy controlling me and I knew I was enjoying being controlled, and I was damned if I was going to stop things now. I felt his cock tighten up a bit and I knew he was going to blow. Several jets of warm cum filled my mouth and I was surprised-just one more surprise of many that day-to find that it tasted all right. A bit salty, a bit sweet; not bad at all. I pulled my mouth off him and looked up, his load still in my mouth. He leaned over and kissed me, kneading his tongue into mine. We were snowballing, and we each ended up swallowing some of his cum. We both stood and my erection was raging, but I didn't dare touch it, as I hadn't yet been given permission. James quickly gathered up our clothes in one arm and wrapped his other hand around my boner. Without saying a word, he lead me like I was on a leash into the house, through the kitchen, up the stairs and to his mother's bedroom. Dropping the pile of clothes in the hallway, he told me to lie down on the bed. Opening the top drawer of one of the dressers in the room, he pulled out a pair of wrist cuffs. I was completely mesmerized as he drew my arms above my head and attached him to a pair of rings set into the headboard. It didn't even occur to me at the time what it meant that his mom had wrist restraints in her drawer and eye hooks set into the headboard-but more on that later... "That should keep you from playing with that big hard tool of yours while I go change," James said. At a modest seven inches, I hadn't ever really thought of myself as big, but I was willing to believe anything James told me at that moment. He gave the head of my cock a little peck. "Be right back, love," he said as he stepped out into the hall. In the five minutes or so he was gone, my head cleared a bit and I thought about what had happened so far: I discovered my neighbor, a boy I've known casually for most of my life, was actually a dominating little crossdresser. What's more, I sucked him off and I'm now bound to his mother's bed while he's getting changed into who-knows-what. Could this day get any better? I got my answer as James stepped into the doorway. My boner had softened just a slight bit, but one look at him and it snapped back to full attention. He was gorgeous, wearing a sexy white bustier, sheer and lacy, with a matching thong and white stockings. A pair of strapped heels, probably two inches tall, completed the outfit. Still no cleavage of course, but that only served to make the whole look even kinkier. He had even taken the time to quickly put on a little lip-gloss and eyeliner. He was so incredibly hot that I almost blew just looking at him. "Looks like someone is excited to see me," James teased while giggling. "Since you were so good to me outside, I'm going to be good to you in here. But first you've got to get me lubed up." James climbed on top of me with his butt in my face. He backed in, pulled his sexy little thong to the side, and told me to lick. I didn't need a second command as I began to swirl my tongue around his little rosebud. I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't musty or foul smelling. In fact, it smelled faintly perfumed, like flowers. He began to push his ass back into me and my tongue slipped inside him, so I began tongue-fucking his little asshole. He moaned in his girly voice and gyrated his ass back into me for a bit, and I was more than happy to make him squeal. Suddenly, he pulled away and turned around, setting his hole just above my cock. "I'm wearing all white because I'm still a virgin. But let's change that, all right? Here's your reward," he said as his pressed my cock head against his hole and began to slide down. He worked his way down slowly, my cock on fire inside his tight little hole. Finally, he was all the way down and with a look of utter contentment on his face, began to fuck me. He bounced up and down, getting faster and faster gliding over my dick. He leaned over and began kissing me and tweaking my nipples, while his breathe got shorter and his moans louder as he played with his own cock. "Shoot into my pussy, fill my up with your cum," James screamed. I couldn't take anymore and I blew my load inside him. After two squirts, he began cumming as well, shooting up onto my chest. He collapsed into a heap on top of me, both of us panting hard. He then took a lick of his own cum off of my chest and gave me a scoop using his finger, which I ate greedily. He rolled off me, reached up and unhooked the wrist cuffs. He curled up next to me as I was stretching out my sore arms, and I leaned into cradle him. "James, that was absolutely fucking amazing. I can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are." "Sam, thank you for being my first. You're so sweet, it doesn't hurt that your cock is just amazing. But, please, can you do something for me? Call me Jessica, please. That's who I want to be, especially with you." "Anything for you, Jess." A brief flash of annoyance shot across her face at the fact that I still shorted her name, but it quickly faded into a content smile. We fell asleep laying there together. From that moment on I never thought of Jessica Swanson as anything but a girl again.