Friendly Neighbors

Bonding with the neighbours comes with some definite consquences.

Disclaimer: I want it noted that in writing this, I’m open to (constructive) criticism, but I’m no writer – I simply wanted to kind of excise my thoughts and small feelings of guilt. I’m going to try to get to the point to get to the “meat” of our adventures. That said… Enjoy the depravity, I guess?

I had suffered burnout from working an office job and taken the leap to disconnect and be my own boss – along with that came a decision to move, so after selling my old apartment for a decent profit, I upgraded a bit, moved somewhere a little suburban and bought a house that could also double as a work from home office space; it was nice. I had a garden to look out to, the area had far less car traffic than I was used to, and the stress I had been feeling from working and living in the city just kind of ebbed away in no time. To give you an idea of looks, I am not an unattractive man (so I’m told) – in my mid-forties (late thirties at the time), tinged with a few greys here and there and I’ve managed to stay in shape thanks to a healthy work-life balance and visits to the gym. Grey eyes, slight jaw and build – I…Generally don’t have a problem approaching or being approached by women. Anyway, for the first few months I’d tended to keep myself to myself as I built up a client portfolio and worked flat out so that I didn’t completely erode my float money while taking my little risks.

It was around the six-month mark that my neighbour finally did more than give me a polite nod as I took out my trash bags, and introduce himself and Steve; we got chatting, I indulged at which point he invited me in to meet Michelle, his wife, and their daughter – Gracie. I am…Ashamed to say that I didn’t even think about finding this slight, 9-year-old girl attractive, but for the moment went no further than a slight admiration for how intelligent Gracie seemed for her age; it helped that physically she was quite attractive too – around the 4 foot mark, blue eyed, long, blonde often braided hair that easily reached her slender little hips and fuller lips; to boot she was incredibly affectionate which made the engagement over the fence easier to the point that Gracie felt more and more comfortable with dropping in to invite me over for a cup or tea with her mom, BBQs and to just hang out and generally bug me with questions. I will admit that sometimes a persistent little girl could be annoying, but I welcomed the company – as the years went on her parents felt comfortable enough with me to ask if I would be ok with watching the house after school, which, by extension just became her sitting in my house, having a meal with me and watching TV until her parents got back from work; after that, they never thought to ask questions about Gracie spending time watching films with me or me helping her with her homework.

I will admit to her presence filling a gap. I’ve never felt the need or desire to commit to someone else, but if I were ever to have a daughter…She’s close to what I’d want.

But still. As I watched her grow, I couldn’t help her notice the little things; the more conscious effort to hone her make up, the bumps forming under her T-shirt; the body growing from an awkward, slim form into something beautifully and uniquely feminine, and yet I did nothing which was…Kind of the problem to her I suppose. The flashpoint came when Grace was close to 12, I suppose. I was on the couch, helping her with some algebra she was struggling with while I sketched out some floorplans on my iPad. It was a normal day for me, but Gracie apparently had other plans. “Matt?” she enquired in a high-pitched tone, to which I grunted absent mindedly, anticipating another request to help her understand an equation. “Are you gay?” she continued, blurting the question out nonchalantly. “It’s ok if you are, I was just wondering if you were gay” – I was stunned for a moment as I used a cough to catch my breath and take a moment to process. “No, I’m not gay, why would you think I’m gay?”

Gracie shrugged and smiled a little. “Never seen a girl come back here is all. And…” She sighed slightly and shook her head slightly. “And also?” I echoed as I placed my iPad on my lap for a moment to focus on her. “Am I ugly?” She asked in a small voice. “No.” I replied, a little more flatly than I should have. “You’re gorgeous, but you’re also 12” – Gracie nodded, and giggled slightly. “That doesn’t always seem to matter to you though – I’ve seen you looking, and there are times I’ve sat on you when I’ve…Felt you.”
I was in panic mode as I tried to make an excuse for the obvious moments of bodily betrayal I’d experienced over the years. “Right.” I agreed “But it doesn’t alter the fact that you’re 12, and your dad would flay me if I put a finger on you.”

The room fell silent, and I could see the cogs turning in Gracie’s head, planning her next move. “I’ve thought about what you’d do to me” she finally uttered with a little smile. “I’ve watched videos of stuff I’d like to try, and you feel like you’d fit kind of…Nice” – I was getting flustered as she dropped the façade of innocence that she kept up, especially around her parents. My mind was racing because I knew there would never be a better opportunity, but if I were ever caught… I closed my eyes and decided to test the waters. “If I asked to see your tits right now?” Gracie rolled her eyes, and hopped onto the chair so that she was resting herself on the back of her feet. “Boys” she muttered as she rolled her eyes, and lifted her T shirt cheerfully, pulled it off entirely along with the bra to leave her entirely exposed. I can only imagine that my eyes must have looked like a cartoon set as I gazed at her soft, strawberry pink nipples. “Jesus” I gasped as I instinctively reached out and groped one of her B cups. My eyes flashed at her in hesitation. “You’re sure?” I asked again carefully, to which she nodded. “All I can think about when I touch myself is what it would be like with you”.

My resolve was…Already fucking weak, but at that point it was non existent as I leaned in, kissed her softly lips and allowed my free hand to drift under her skirt to grope her little pert ass. We made out for about…Ten minutes, just kissing each other playfully. “OK you’ve seen me, now I want to see you” she beamed. “Should I…Stand up, do you want me to lean back?” I asked, feeling a little weird. I’d never been a dirty degenerate pedo before, so I think anyone reading this cut me a little slack right now please and thank you. “Lean back” she replied eagerly, to which I complied and reached down to loosen the buttons of my jeans. She leaned forward, looking up at me as her soft, perfectly manicured hand slipped inside of my boxers and gasped as she pulled my 7-inch member into view; Gracie gasped in delight before slapping my erect member playfully against her other hand and cheek before looking up at me with a dirty, crooked grin that a girl that age had no right to bear, and kissed the tip. “It’s so firm but soft at the same time” she whispered, before taking a good three inches in her mouth while searching for my approval as she mimicked the porn films she’d obviously been watching and decided that whatever the girls were doing was exactly what boys liked. Over the next 20 minutes I tutored her on using her tongue, massaging my shaft and working my balls to which she paid attention and obeyed like the most eager of students, thinking nothing of asking me to return the favour – I felt guilty, which is why as she came up for air and popped my cock out of her mouth, I finally her off of me, encouraged her to lay back and slipped her underwear off from underneath her skirt and loomed over her, looking down at her beautiful little cunt that had only managed to produce a whisp of pubic hair. My fingers trembled as they finally slipped in between her lips and massaged her clit and squealed in delight – I moved quickly, slipping my cock back between those beautiful little lips, this time fucking her beautiful little face as I massaged her pussy and pushed my fingers inside of her, using them to see how much punishment she could take before she resisted.

My fingers plunged further than I thought; every time she felt a little pain, I could feel her nibble playfully on my member and then kiss it softly as she almost purred in response to my touch. How the fuck was a 12-year-old this responsive and horny? I knew it was wrong. I knew it was illegal. I didn’t care, and my lust for her tiny body just grew as she started to slowly hump my hand in response to the gentle finger fucking that I was giving her, which in turn was just making her wetter and wetter, and her moans louder and louder until I couldn’t take anymore; I pulled my throbbing cock out of her eager little mouth, moved her so that her ass was on the edge of my couch and moved my dick so that it was pressing gently at her opening. “This is going to hurt” I warned, as I made the bold assumption that she hadn’t already been experimenting in some way, shape or form. She nodded in agreement and gasped as I pushed my dick slowly into her; as she accepted me, she gasped and sighed happily – I was surprised that she wasn’t resisting as I edged further and further, taking the time to kiss my way along her body, enjoy her beautiful supple skin and tease her nipples with my teeth. As we kissed and talked, I thrust in a little harder until I heard another gasp and her eyes open wide in comprehension of what was happening – as I finally pushed myself entirely into her, finally claiming her body. It wasn’t long before I could see the smile come back to her beautiful face and the sound of her asking me to go a little faster; I complied, straightening up a little so that I could grab her hips. I looked down and started fucking her a little harder, watching intently as she grew more and more accustomed to the feeling. I was mesmerised by how expressive she was; every time she reached for her tits to pinch them drove me crazy; every time she reached down to hint at what she enjoyed more as I drove my manhood further and further towards her cervix, I tried my best to let her dictate the pace until finally that last final look of recognition washed over her face – I could feel her body tremor as she gave a little gasp of “oh fuck”. I knew she was close; so close. Someone this young had no business looking this incredible, but that didn’t stop me as I grasped her body a little tighter and moved from making love to Gracie to fucking her relentlessly which rewarded me with the cutest look of realisation on her face that she was loving every moment of what was happening to her.

I drew up every ounce of stamina I could muster, imploring her to cum; telling her that the only thing I wanted to hear right now to show me that she was mine, was to let go. She complied eagerly, biting her lips as her tremors became a quake and she collapsed into an orgasm. I wasn’t far behind, pulling my cock out shortly after she descended into a state of shivers and moans just in time to stroke my member rapidly enough to unleash a torrent of cum over her mound and stomach.

As I came around, I looked down to observe the wreckage of what we’d done just in time to see Gracie scoop a little of the cum pooling on her tummy to feed into her mouth; I collapsed onto the sofa beside her, communicating with a quizzed look on my face while I waited for her to draw her conclusions.

“Salty” she shrugged and giggle. “Not as gross as they say it was though” she beams, as I lean in and kiss her tenderly. “I ache” she moans softly, partially from the exercise, and partially from the stress she’d just been through. I sigh in recognition, and look at the clock, realising that her parents were probably home by now. After telling her to stay where she was, I slipped my clothes back on and slipped next door, returning 20 minutes later. “I told them you had fallen asleep in the spare room, that I’d send you home if you woke up” – there was a crooked little grin on her face at the lie I had told as I flopped back down on the couch next to her. “Any thoughts on what you want to do next?” I asked, as I leaned in to gently kiss her shoulder. She nodded, and bit her lip. “Shower…But I’ve had a few ideas for a while now.”

I thought I was a degenerate, but I had no idea just how well those words were hiding what a kinky little deviant Gracie would become.

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