Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 26: Neighborhood Stories
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 26: Neighborhood Stories - 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
Even in school, the image of Mrs. Reynolds tied to the couch, and Dad’s sperm as it arched towards me, kept erupting from my subconscious, which made my kitty squirm.
Greta and Esme dragged me into the washroom, both ecstatic with what happened to them this past weekend, although I bet theirs could never compare to mine. Monday morning, so the sinks and mirror still shone, the floor still looked spotless, and no marker marks covered the stalls, so no graffiti. It smelled of bleach and Pine-Sol, and not like stale cigarettes like it did on Friday morning.
“Ok sluts, what did you do this weekend?” Esme said, the most innocent of us. Short, like Polona’s height, but wide, with curves like the classic woman goddess. She had that plump look of a girl, with a round face, bright, crystal blue eyes, and blonde ringlets, that she claimed just happened naturally, but I totally know that she curled every morning. She always smelled of lilac and bacon because her father worked at the rendering plant and could get scraps of bacon for a great price.
“Well, I met a man, an older man,” Greta said as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her tiny black purse. Taller, Greta carried a few extra pounds, which gave her the sweetest face, always slightly flushed. Her stubby fingers shook as she removed the white cylinder, which Polly and I called death sticks, and put the cigarette to her mouth.
“When’d you start smoking?” I asked, pissed. The three of us vowed that we would never start, nor do drugs or drink, which I guess I maybe kinda broke that vow this weekend, but smoking! Infinitely worse.
“I said, I met a guy, and he smokes, and he taught me. You don’t inhale. You just breathe it into your mouth, then blow out.” Greta pretended to smoke and waved the cigarette around.
“You look so mature and cool,” Esme said as she touched up her eyelashes. The longest eyelashes in our class and they made her already stunning eyes more pronounced and beautiful.
“Yeah,” I said, more because Esme said it, but also because it did make her look older, like the movie stars and the cool girls who smoke outside the back doors.
“I touched Lou’s thing,” Esme said. She had just started to date Lou, a boy whom we had known since kindergarten, and had just lost a lot of weight. Since day one, Lou liked Esme, but she just thought of him as a friend, until he asked her out, and we all died, because true love, everyone loves true love.
“Yeah, did that,” Greta said as she rummaged through her purse. She always comes across as better than us. If Esme had said that she and Lou had lost their virginity, as I had, then Greta would have said that she not only lost hers, but had a gangbang to do it. Her smile pissed me off, so when she pulled out her lighter and removed the cigarette to make some point about how she sucked off the guy or something, I lost it, grabbed her head, and kissed her. Hard, with tongue. She tasted like onions and eggs from breakfast, and thankfully not like an ashtray, like the teachers said people who smoke tasted like.
I kissed until she relaxed, and then broke it off with a smile, “That’s what I did this weekend.”
“What the fuck?” Greta mumbled, while Esme said, “Did you just kiss Greta?”
“Yes, and I kissed another girl this weekend,” I said. I didn’t like Greta’s lips as much, nor did she kiss me back. I guess I need to add ‘kisses back’ to my list of important things in a significant other.
“I didn’t know you’re gay,” Esme said, while Greta touched her lips and said, “Fuck, what did you just do?”
“Maybe bi, but it’s different kissing a girl than a guy,” I said. Which I know they knew, because we practiced a couple of years ago at a sleepover, where we watched a horror movie with lots of kissing in it. We all wanted to try, and since in the movie two girls kissed, we tried it. None of us really enjoyed it, too still, too self-conscious to let ourselves go.
“Really,” Esme said, with a face that said she didn’t believe me, while Greta traced her finger along his lips, and said, “Fuck, did you just kiss me?” Esme may not remember because she had drunk a lot of her mom’s alcohol that night and threw up a few minutes after. We made our vows that night.