Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 20: Neighbors Give Good Advice
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 20: Neighbors Give Good Advice - 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
I passed the pub every day on the bus to school, but I never noticed it, tucked away in an old building, a vape shop on one corner that also sold imperfect vegetables, a cleaning service in the middle, and the pub on the far right with the entrance on the corner. The three-story building had windows for offices or apartments. It needed cleaning, painting, and fixing.
Inside, the pub looked spotless, with low lights, a stage where a band played with energy, if a little out of sync and off-key, but no one cared. About ten women jumped, bumped, and screamed in front of the four-girl band. I enjoyed the music so much that I let my date, who wore jeans and a flannel shirt, with her beautiful brown hair made into curls, which bounced as she hopped, buy me a dark lager, a famous style of beer from our city.
The other three girls also drank beer, though two, along with my date, drank a horrible IPA. I sipped my black beer and listened to the energy and excitement of the other girls talk about work, construction, and firefighting, while my date alternated between sitting beside me and jumping in front of the stage.
“You having a good time?” she asked, screamed, as she returned with another beer. Her hair stuck to her forehead and bright red cheeks, while her bright white teeth shone in the neon lights of the pub. Only a few fluorescent lights highlighted the essential places: the bar, the front of the stage, and a thin pathway to the washroom.
“Yeah,” I yelled back, but she couldn’t hear me over the band’s music. She smelled wonderful, a mix of sweet sweat, hoppy beer, and a youthful freshness best described as minty mist.
She nodded as if she heard me and yelled something about liking me, or liking the pub, but she faced the band and her words disappeared toward the dancers.
A guy in a cowboy hat stared at our table as he nursed a beer in a brown bottle. He drank slower than me, barely ever lifted the bottle, and I had only finished half my pint, while my date had started on her third.
“I kinda...” she yelled, but then the band’s set ended, silence, and finished like she wanted the whole bar to know... “like you!” The other women in the pub cheered for the band, but the timing made it sound like they cheered for her revelation.
I smiled and said, maybe a bit too loud, “I’m having a great time also.”
She smiled, and my heart fluttered. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze darted around my face until it settled on my eyes. We held the stare and she moved closer till her breath, sweet with beer and hot wings, tickled my nose. Her hand, with yellow and black nail polish, pushed a strand of hair off my forehead. The brush of her fingers caused heat to explode within me, my heart thumped, my breath stopped, my lips pursed, and the idiot guy said, “I know you, you’re Princess P’s sister.”
She turned to him and punched him. On the chin. A perfect punch, designed to twist the head enough to knock him out, and he crumpled onto the floor. She stood over him, panted, and stared at him.
The bouncer, a tall girl with broad shoulders, short hair, and a flat, multi-broken nose, appeared and said, “That’s enough, you’re out of here.” No asking for explanation, no argument, just out.
My date didn’t hesitate, just nodded, turned away from me, and walked towards the door.
“Polona’s sister, what the hell are you waiting for? Go after her,” the bouncer said as she squatted to check on the guy. Even here, at some pub, people knew me as Polly’s sister, but I took her advice and ran after my date. I caught up with her as she exited the building. The night air hit me like a wall of coldness, the quiet stretched for eternity, while the much too bright outside lights hurt my eyes and caused me to squint.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to screw up the night. I always fuck it up. I...” she said, until I grabbed her face, warm, moist, and kissed her, sweet from BBQ sauce, firm, sour from beer, and the first girl I ever kissed on the lips, well, kinda, not including practice with my friends or Mom or Mrs. Reynolds, and I liked it, not as much as kissing a guy, but still so enjoyable. And better, she grabbed my head and kissed me back.