Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 15: Neighbors Allow Things to Happen
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 15: Neighbors Allow Things to Happen - Part of the Unleashed Series. Zer causes her older neighbor to have an accident, so with guilt in her heart, she vows to help her neighbor. In the process, her neighbor helps her learn new things and grow from a naive, innocent little girl into a confident young woman. Slow serial. Thirty-Six Chapters. Some chapters contain incest scenes with father, mother, and sister, Polly. Of note: this story has hardcore sex scenes, but also character development.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Sister Father Light Bond Group Sex Orgy First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow
He pulled my t-shirt over my head. The night air caused me to shiver as goosebumps rose on my arms. My nipples tingled and pressed against my bra, while my hands stayed rigid at my side. I didn’t know what to do with them. Should I help him? Should I caress him? Should I touch myself? Should I push him away and run?
He unclasped my bra, an expert, because I couldn’t do it that fast or smooth, and it fell to the floor. The weight of my breasts caused me to lean forward, as if to present them for his inspection, or his hands, or mouth, or all the above. And he did caress them, soft finger tips down the slope until he arrived at the areola, where he circled and sent wonderful electrical shocks up through my sternum into my brain stem, then down my spine, into my vagina and clitoris, which pressed against the seam of my too-tight pants.
As he undid the top button, I gasped for breath, then the next, and the next, and the next, until he held the edges and pulled down. One pull and my pants lay around my ankles, my pink panties exposed, while my pink legs quivered. His fingers traced around my knees, up my thighs, across my hips, over my belly button, around, down my side, past my hip, down my leg until, at my ankles, he paused, lifted one foot, and then the other to pull my pants off. Then my right foot again, to pull off my sock, then my left foot, to pull off my other sock, but instead of putting the foot down, he lifted, and I fell backwards onto the bed, where I laughed.
He grinned over me as I shifted around till my head rested on Mrs. Reynolds’ pillow, which smelled of jasmine like her. His breath mixed with her fragrance and the scents from outside, which caused me to breathe harder, to need more oxygen, to inhale and savor his aroma. I wanted to touch him, to caress his body, but I didn’t dare break the spell, to touch him in the wrong place, or make the wrong motion that might cause him to stop, call me inexperienced, and leave.
“Are you sure?” he said and kissed my neck. Tender. He ran his tongue down my neck, over my clavicle, down my sternum, then over to my right breast, where he sucked in my nipple. Not like I did with Mrs. Reynolds, but also just like that. Exotic, sexy, he sucked on my breast as his fingers moved down my stomach, past my belly button, towards my kitty, my special place. Too many sensations bombarded my mind, my breast, my nipple, his fingers on the edge of my panties, his warm body against my arm, and his leg on top of my leg. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to move, I just wanted to enjoy everything, all at once.
His fingers pressed around my hypogastrium at the edge of my panties, traced the edge to my left iliac region, then back, slightly under the edge, over my pubic hair, which, thank goodness, I trimmed. As he swirled on my mons pubis, which caused my pubic hair to rise, tingle, and tickle, unbiddin, I gasped. He caressed lower, my left side, then the right side of my clitoris, just light brushes, but intense, so intense that I had to bite my lip.
Then he pulled my panties down, his lips left my nipple, as he sat up to pull them down my legs and toss them into the hallway. He leaned on his right elbow in the moonlight, which highlighted his strong male features and intense eyes, dark like an infinite well. The perfect man to take my virginity.
He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth, white, straight teeth, and rolled the beige balloon onto his penis, which twitched and bounced. He picked up the lube and knelt on the bed, which groaned as the springs depressed, and I shifted towards him. I didn’t know what to do or how to help, and I still feared that I would say or do the wrong thing.
He moved around on the bed until he kneeled between my legs, his penis near my kitten, which leaked and wanted to play.
His fingers touched the edges of my labia, up and down, the cold lube caused me to shiver and moan. He moved his fingers around, rubbed lube around, then slipped a lubed covered finger in my vagina, around the vestibule. I forced my hips to stay still, my legs wanted to whip apart and pull his hand in, but I flexed and focused on the dimples on the ceiling, so that I wouldn’t orgasm to quick and ruin everything.
He rubbed the lube over, around, and into my vagina, then he placed his hands beside my chest, on either side, and he lowered his weight onto me, and pushed his penis into me. It slipped in slow, and hurt, well, it didn’t hurt, but the pressure felt wrong, uncomfortable, in the wrong place, until it didn’t, and then it felt wonderful, like a piece that I didn’t know I needed, he filled me, he completed me.
He moaned. I moaned. The bed creaked and moaned beneath us.