Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
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Chapter 2: Accidental Neighbor
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: Accidental Neighbor - 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 an neive 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
“Room’s just dusty,” she said. I had noticed that also, and while I didn’t see any dust on the surfaces, dust motes shone suspended in the air. Some people have an allergy to dust mites, and she can’t clean in her condition, so I must help her, because I caused this, so I must fix it.
“I’ll dust. You sit, watch TV, or read, or wait, are you hungry? I can make a meal. I know how to cook. Dad says I cook better than Mom,” I said and held her hand to help her sit down on the sofa. She reeked of antiseptic and grass, she needed a shower, and I needed to clean.
“I’m good,” she said and wiped at her eyes. Shit, the dust mites must really bother her. She needed the room cleaned ASAP. It couldn’t wait, I couldn’t wait, so I rushed down the hallway to a closet I noticed.
“Zezerka,” she shouted, which meant she needed me to hurry. Why couldn’t I have received super speed instead of useless brains? The closet only had towels and linens. I tried the next door in the hallway, a dust-covered bedroom with two beds. I searched her room for a duster or vacuum, then, on the off chance, I searched the bathroom. Nothing. Two doors remained locked, one handle had a layer of dust on it, so I ignored that door, but I tried the other a few times, but it didn’t open.
“Where’s the duster, or vacuum, or both, ideally both,” I asked as I arrived back in the living room, out of breath, frantic to help her.
“Dear, sit,” she said and pointed to the cushion beside her. So sweet, too sweet, but I needed to clean.
“But the dust mites,” I said, but I sat where she pointed. You must always respect and listen to your elders as they know best. My enhancement struggled to find a solution that would please her and clean the house, but nothing materialized. At least if I had super speed, I could clean the house and return to the couch before she knew I had left. Maybe I need to think about ways to get super speed instead of solutions to unsolvable problems.
“Dear, I can look after myself,” she said, with a smile. A sad smile, with only her lips, not her eyes. A smile to make me comfortable, but I needed to make her comfortable.
“Yes, and I can help, I need to help, I want to help,” I said, but how can I make Mrs. Reynolds understand? Would she respond to logic, like how older people need more support, after all, they wiped our asses as babies, taught us right and wrong, and supported our dreams. The least, the very least, I needed to help her in her time of need, especially since she had no family left.
She stared at me while my gaze darted around the room. She kept a clean house. Everything had a place, not cluttered like our house. A thin TV against the wall, next to and left of the hallway, had nothing around it. The sofa and side tables, with simple lights and green shades, sat opposite the TV, and offered a person a view down the hallway, at the TV, or outside through the window.
A plant dominated the far-left corner and encroached on the wall-sized bay window. Its leaves obstructed the right side of the window, which obscured Mr. Lowe’s ugly, weed-infested front lawn. The tree in the front yard grew on the right side of the house, in front of the bathroom window, and hid the concrete grain silo in the distance.
I loved her house, a single-level home with the door at the back, a small landing that led to the kitchen, which in turn spilled into the dining room and connected with the living room, where we sat. Down the hall, the bathroom, a closet, Mrs. Reynold’s bedroom on the left side, the other bedroom, the twins’ old room, and two locked doors. One must hold storage and cleaning supplies, while the other, I would guess, could contain an unused bedroom, or more likely, an empty room for more storage.
“You don’t need to. A girl your age must have a boyfriend and a life outside,” she said.
I avoided her gaze because I didn’t. I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore, nor a life, thanks to Polana. Stupid Polana destroyed my life. She received all the gifts, all the attention, everything.
Tears formed in my eyes, not sure why, maybe because Polly makes me so angry, or perhaps, because I had liked Randy, even though he cheated on me, and he could act like a jerk sometimes. Still, he liked me, and he promised to take my virginity soon, and now I had no one to do that, all because of Polana, stupid big sister.