Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 28: Neighborhood Party
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 28: Neighborhood Party - 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
At home, Mom and Dad had a BBQ started, with meat on the grill and salads on the kitchen table, which they had moved outside. The charred meat smell filled the neighborhood. Polly hadn’t returned from her testing yet, so I had Mom and Dad all to myself.
We had a large backyard, enough room for the kitchen table, two picnic tables from our neighbors, all our dining room chairs, and borrowed chairs, plus room to stand and walk around. Mrs. Reynolds’ tree hung over our garage and part of the backyard, while Mr. Kenthson’s from the other side covered most of the rest of the backyard. Polly and I hated raking the leaves, but we both loved the shade and the dappled sunlight they provided to our backyard.
“What’s this for?” I asked as I hugged Dad. He smelled like burnt meat from the grill smoke and sweet BBQ sauce from the splashes on his forearms and apron. Dad mixes at high speed and tries to do two or three other things at once, but he always cleans his mess up, so no one minds the ‘spotted man’ as Polly calls him. Beside us, the grill smoked, and little black ants swarmed the splatter of BBQ sauce on the ground. A squirrel stared at us from our eavestrough behind Dad. The music switched from country to western, Dad and Mom’s favorite, maybe my least favorite, a toss-up between the moaning of western and the confusion of jazz.
“For you, it’s to celebrate you passing,” Mom said and joined the hug. The two wrapped around me, like we used to, and the world switched to the perfect place. Mom’s coconut shampoo complemented Dad’s aroma and made my heart flutter. I can’t remember the last time we hugged like this, nor even the last time I had Mom and Dad to myself.
“But how could you know?” I asked, and my heart almost broke when they left the embrace and returned to getting things ready. Dad to the meat, and Mom went to the food table, where she opened bags of chips, then removed the plastic from around the napkins.
“Like, what if I had failed?” I snuck a carrot piece. Mom slapped my hand, but gentle, more playful, “That’s for guests.” I smiled at Mom and grabbed another one. When young, Mom and Dad convinced Polly and me that only guests could have carrots and broccoli, so we snuck them whenever possible. So many times, I have eaten so many that I made myself sick. Years later I discovered that most kids don’t even like vegetables.
“Then, we would have changed the name from ‘Our Daughters Smart’ to ‘Our Daughter Sucks’,” Dad said as he flipped the hamburgers on the grill. He always starts them too soon, then overcooks them so they dry out, which every BBQ griller in the world would scream at, but I loved my burgers that way. Something about the crisp of the meat edges, the dry flavor of the meat with mustard and ketchup, onions, tomatoes, and lettuce. No cheese, because gross.
Greta stumbled in with her parents, still drunk from the party in the morning. Our neighbors arrived, even the annoying one. Gran and Granpa showed up with desserts of blackberry crumble, red icing with pink sprinkles, cupcakes, and enough cookies to feed the city. The backyard quickly filled with mostly adults, but a few young children ran around and bumped into things. I remember when Polly and I ran around the neighborhood, stealing vegetables off people’s plates, getting chased by the older kids, until we grew into the older kids. The new batch made me feel old and out of place. Too old to chase the littles, but too young to sit with the adults. Thank goodness Greta showed up, because even drunk, at least I had someone to hang with.
Mrs. Reynolds hobbled over. She definitely moved better. Dad and she smiled at each other, while Mother nodded, and Gran frowned. Our neighbor’s four-year-old ran into my leg, the little blonde boy bounced off and landed on his butt, while the ten-year-old girl who chased him paused to see if he would cry. My hands, almost with a mind of their own, shot down and tickled his little white belly. He squealed and pushed at my fingers. The girl lunged to get him, but I accidentally, on purpose, managed to get in her way, and the little boy slipped away.