Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 29: Neighborly Love
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 29: Neighborly Love - 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
Unexpected, which, honestly, I didn’t know what I expected, but not the reactions people showed.
Polly hugged me and sobbed. Dad dropped his tongs onto the grill and left them there. Mom clapped and rushed to hug me. Mrs. Reynolds’ eyes narrowed, and she appeared upset, angry even, with pinched lips and a rigid body posture. Gran and Granpa both teared up, not sure if in happiness or anger. Greta threw her hamburger at me and stomped out. Some adults clapped, some cried, and a few just stared at me with blank expressions. The little kids kept playing, running around the now still adults.
“Out! Parties over!” Dad screamed and pointed our neighbors out of the backyard. Most grabbed food as they left. Mom hugged me and kissed my forehead, while Polly refused to move, even to make room for Mom. Even the music slowed down, into a ballad about a lost horse, or dog, or girl, or maybe a truck. The cloud moved, and the sun shone in my eyes, blinded me, and I had to close them.
“We love you,” Gran and Granpa said in unison, as they shuffled past. Neighbors said, “Congrats,” or something similar as they walked past. The young ones complained.
“Please stay,” Dad said to Mrs. Reynolds as she hobbled past him. She appeared pale, sick, worse than in the hospital.
Dad gestured to Polly, and she picked me up and walked me to the table with the discarded crib games. One game had the blue peg in the stink hole and the red peg in the winning hole. Polly winced and groaned, and typically, I would have fought her, or tried to make things difficult, but I didn’t want to hurt her, and my mind couldn’t process Dad’s reaction, nor Mrs. Reynolds’ fear, nor Polly’s anger.
“Where will she get posted?” Dad asked as he stared at Mrs. Reynolds. Her left arm trembled. I wanted to comfort her, to hug and hold her, but Polly made sure I sat, and in her mood, I didn’t want to say or do anything. And Mom had her hands on my shoulders.
“Likely the bunkers first. They like to put all potential leaders there to learn interpersonal skills and leadership under fire,” Mrs. Reynolds said. How did she know? Why did she know?
“Did you hear that? Zezerka’s going to be a General one day,” Mom said as she squeezed me. Polly growled at Mom and stared at Mrs. Reynolds like she wanted the older woman to die or take back her words. Understandable, because we always shoot the messenger, totally an unconscious reaction to horrible news, but why did Polly take it as horrible news? I totally agreed with Mom, not the General part, but the leadership part. I wanted to win this stupid war, work strategy, but first, I needed to learn as much about it as possible.
“Fuck that, it’s the most dangerous posting, with the highest casualty rate,” Polly said and slammed her fist down on the table, which broke off a hand-sized piece that embedded in the ground. She winced but didn’t even glance at the broken table, nor did Mom and Dad, which made me realize the size of my announcement. They always punished Polly when she destroyed something, always, no matter what, they never waited. They just stopped everything and dealt with it. Not this time, and I wondered if only I saw it happen.
“It’s low, but still higher than any other,” Mrs. Reynolds said as a tear dripped off her chin. Above her, the squirrels sat on the edge of the branch and stared. The acoustic guitar, from the western song, twanged. A cloud covered the sun and chilled the backyard. A spilled drink soaked through my pants and panties and made my ass itch. Someone’s cigarette burned on a plate beside a half-eaten hamburger and a pile of chips.
The silence stretched.
“Fuck it. We are going inside to drink and party, because I’m going to celebrate my daughter, and her mind, and we will laugh in the face of fear, and enjoy the time I have with my family,” Dad said, in a combination of anger and joy, an odd mix that made me love Dad more in that moment than at any other time. Polly nodded beside me, and even Mrs. Reynolds’ face and body relaxed.
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