(started 11-21-23)

I’m Glenn Wilson and the school year just ended, so I’ll be a Senior next year. I like working on cars and my dad had been looking for an old car that I could tinker with to get it running again. I don’t know where he found it but, one day, Dad had me come out to the garage. While we were standing there, a flatbed truck pulled up in front of our house with a ‘68 Plymouth Roadrunner on it. Dad stepped out and signaled to the driver for him to back his truck up to our garage where he tipped the bed up and unloaded the car into the garage. Dad thanked the driver, handed him a tip and he left.

I was looking at the car and, though it was heavily dust coated, it was in excellent condition. I’d seen the “Roadrunner” emblem on the side of the car when it was on the flatbed but, now that it was at ground level, I saw the emblem for the 426 Hemi engine. ‘Holy fuck! It’s a HEMI!!’ I thought to myself.

Turning to me, Dad said, “I know your birthday isn’t until August but Happy Birthday, Glenn. I know you like working on cars so I found this one online. It’s pretty dirty but it looks like it’s in pretty good shape. The lady said her son parked it in their barn when he went into the service but he never came home so it’s been there ever since. She’s selling her place and moving into a nursing home so she advertised the car to have it out of the barn before the place is sold.

Dad could see that I was super excited, but he sure didn’t know why. When I asked him what he paid for it, he just laughed and said, “It’s your birthday present. I’m not going to tell you what I paid for it.”

I replied, “Dad, this car is MINT! Do you have any idea what it IS?”

“Not really, but the price was reasonable, so I bought it. I thought it’d be something you’d enjoy working on and I was pretty sure you’d like it.”

I laughed and said, “Dad, we could probably sell this car, today, for more than twenty ... maybe even for as much as thirty thousand dollars and I KNOW you didn’t spend anywhere near that much to buy it.”

My dad just stood there with a stunned expression on his face. Finally, he said, “Are you serious, Glenn?”

At that point, I must have been radiating pure glee. I laughed and said, “I sure am, Dad. I saw this car sold on the Meacham Auto Auction for more than a quarter of a million dollars!”

“Dad got a silly grin on his face and said, “So, I guess I didn’t overpay, when I gave her the $500. she was asking for it.”

“Dad, you robbed her! You should be charged with grand larceny.” I said, laughing accusatorily.

He was proud of himself for getting such a great deal. Then he asked me if I wanted to sell the car and buy something less expensive to work on.

I quickly answered, “No way. These cars, with their original Hemi engines in them are as rare as hen’s teeth. Who knows what it’ll be worth in ten years or so, especially after I’ve cleaned it up and have it running.”

Dad’s a pretty sharp-witted dude, when it comes to understanding and dealing with people. Pulling my attention away from the car, he looked me in the eyes and said, “Glenn, don’t ever tell anyone what I paid for this car. I’m serious. If you do, somebody will accuse me of cheating that old woman. All you know is that I bought it from someone as a birthday present for you to work on. The truth is that I didn’t have a clue to its real value and neither did she so there was no cheating involved but you already know how jealous people can be. Just keep quiet and enjoy your birthday present.”

“I will, Dad. Some farmer wanted it out of his barn and you bought it for me. That’s all I know.”

I spent the rest of the day washing the car and cleaning the Mouse shit, bird shit, bird’s nests, Wasp and Hornet’s nests out of the engine compartment, wheel wells and over the rear axle housing. When I’d finished washing all the accumulated dust off of it and rinsing it, it looked as if the woman’s son had applied several coats of a high quality wax before he’d stored the car in her barn because, though I’d need to strip the old wax and apply today’s new finish protectant, the original electric blue paint was still good.

Dad is an upper-level executive for one of the Fortune 100 companies so he’s paid a serious salary, plus bonuses, drives a loaded Lexus and gets other excellent benefits. He’s never home before 6:30.

Mom works, too. She’s the regional manager for sixteen insurance offices. It’s not rare for her to not get home before 8:00 pm, so I eat a lot of frozen dinners.

I didn’t realize that anyone had moved into the place next door to us until sometime around 10:00, one morning while I was cleaning and polishing the door and window crank handles of the Roadrunner, I heard a girl’s voice say, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Figuring it was a package delivery or something like that, I replied, “Yeah, hold on. I’ll be right out.” and dropped what I was doing to climb out of the car. Once out and standing, I saw a cute, nicely developing young girl standing in the open garage doorway. She introduced herself as Melanie Hattersy and said that she lived in the house next door ... that we were neighbors and that she had heard me working in the garage the day before and had come over to introduce herself as our neighbor. She said her dad had just been transferred here to run the electronics division of the corporation he works for, and she hadn’t had a chance to meet any of their new neighbors.

I smiled and said, “Hi, Melanie. I’m Glenn. My parents are both working so I’m here working on the car that my dad bought for me as a birthday present.”

She looked at the washed, rinsed and wiped down car and said, “It looks like it’s nice but it’s old, isn’t it?”

“Yup. It’s 52 years old.”

“Wow! That car is 39 years older than I am.”

The mental arithmetic told me that Melanie is only 13 but she has plumb size tits and a bubble butt bootie filling the tight, light blue shorts she’s wearing, that had already started the blood flowing to Glenn Jr. “Where are your brothers and sisters?” I asked.

“I don’t have any. When we moved here, Mom decided I’m old enough that I don’t need a babysitter anymore so I’ve just been hanging around the house, watching TV and looking at stuff on the internet. I wish I had some friends that I could DO something with but I don’t know anyone.

“What kinds of... ‘stuff’ ... do you look at on the internet, Melanie?”

When she started to stammer and her face turned red, I smiled, then laughed and said, “It’s ok, Melanie. I watch porn videos, too. I won’t tell anybody. When I get my car running, do you want to go for rides with me in it?”

“Can I?”

I grinned at her and quietly whispered, “It depends but I’m pretty sure that you and I are going to be best friends in a few minutes. Tell me what stuff you like to look at on the internet. Maybe we can spend the summer doing the things you liked watching someone else do. I promise I won’t ever tell anyone. How about you? Will you tell anybody?”

Melanie was squirming, as she looked up at me and shyly answered, “No. I never would.” ... Then quietly added, “But will it hurt?”

“Have you ever done it before, Melanie?”

Her face had gotten red again and her hips were twisting as she unconsciously rubbed her pussy lips together. “Noooo ... I almost did, last year. My cousin took my clothes off and tried to do it to me but it wouldn’t go in and then Aunt Carol called us to come down to eat. Mom came home while we were eating. Aunt Carol and Sammy went home after we ate. I haven’t seen them since.”

“Do you want me to lie to you or tell you the truth?” I asked.

“The truth.” She whispered ... her hand moving down to cup the noticeable camel toe in her blue shorts.

‘Damn’, I thought, ‘she has some really meaty cunt lips.’ “Do you have hair down there, yet, Melanie?”

“Nooo but there’s a lot of fuzz.”

“Did your cousin go inside of you just a little bit?”

“No. He was real excited and wanted to put it inside of me but he kept sliding away and then Aunt Carol called for us to come down and eat. He acted like he was mad at me because it didn’t go in.”

“He was stupid, Melanie, and you were lucky. He didn’t deserve to put it into a girl as pretty as you are ... You asked if it’ll hurt and I’ll tell you the truth ... It probably will, at first, but it stops hurting fast and then starts to feel better than anything you’ve ever felt. I promise I’ll be real careful and try to make it feel as beautiful as you are. OK?”

“OK, Glenn. I just hope it doesn’t hurt a lot.”

“What kind of soda do you like to drink, Melanie?”

“We have Pepsi, Orange Crush and A&W Root beer at our house. Bottled water, too.”

I laughed and said, “Open the refrigerator under the stairs that go up to the garage loft.”

She opened it and started laughing. I knew why. Inside the refrigerator was ice cold cans of Pepsi, Orange Crush, A&W Root beer and bottled water.

I looked at her, laughed and said, “It almost looks as if I’ve been waiting for you to get here, Melanie. Take a couple of them and take the stairs up to the loft over the garage. That’s where I go to take a nap or just relax and watch TV. I’ll close the garage door and be up in a minute. By the way, does anyone know you’re here?”

“No. I’m home alone. I kept hearing you make noise, so I decided to come over to see who you were and introduce myself.