Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 5: Neighbors Know Things
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5: Neighbors Know Things - 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
“You mentioned a boyfriend,” Mrs. Reynolds said as she sat on the couch, one foot in a cast, the other with a bandage, her one hand with a bandage, the other in a sling, and yet, she still smiled.
“Had. I had a boyfriend until Polana made him cheat on me,” I said and stared at the picture of her family, one boy, a taller girl, about ten, they all looked happy.
She raised her eyebrow.
“Ok, she didn’t make him, but she had her friend throw herself at him. What teenage boy wouldn’t want to have sex with a beautiful girl like her? How can I compete? He could have been the one, my future, but now, I can’t date him,” I said and glanced at the show on the TV. A stupid soap opera where the daughter accidentally sleeps with her father before they knew that they were related, and now the pair must decide what to do with the pregnancy. The father and daughter didn’t even look similar. She had Scandinavian features, with blonde hair, a tall, willowy body with oversized, obviously fake breasts that dominated her body. He had a square jaw, darker features, Italian or South American, with deep-set dark eyes, and looked only ten years older than her.
“Do you know there is a mathematical way of determining if he is the right one for you?” Mrs. Reynolds said. Yes, but I didn’t say that. People got funny when I said that I analyzed Randy, and he had all the traits needed.
She stared at me, her right eyebrow slightly higher than the left, her head slanted to the side, like a teacher who waited for the answer. I clasped my hands together and chastised myself. I have seen her naked and yet, I had trouble trusting her with my crazy theories. So what if she laughed, I would just mention the forest between her legs. No, I wouldn’t, but who cares if she laughs, and she might not.
I nodded and said, “Yeah, I analyzed him. Great intelligence, a good family, a symmetrical face, a great personality, and makes friends easily. In short, perfect. I must’ve not been enough for him. That’s the problem.”
Mrs. Reynolds laughed, a deep laugh, from her belly, that made her grimace in pain, but she still smiled, “I had forgotten.” My worst fear. Someone whose opinion I cared about just laughed at me. Polana, I could deal with. Dad and Mom hurt, but not as much as this. My heart felt like she stabbed it and then held it up to analyze the folds, while she made comments about how small it looked, how ill-formed, and how stupidly light it felt.
“What? Maybe I didn’t assign the weighted values correctly, or maybe I missed a variable,” I said, in a low voice, sorry that I disappointed her, mad at myself for trusting her. I almost blurted out that she had saggy breasts and birth stretch marks, but I didn’t, I couldn’t, I loved how her breasts sagged, heavy, perfect, real breasts, unlike the TV actress’s. And I loved her stretch marks, the skin between smooth and soft, like a baby’s, perfect skin.
“No, you just used the wrong equation,” Mrs. Reynolds said. She smiled at my discomfort. My gaze traced her lips, a deep cupid’s bow, high Gouache-Klein Points with a well-defined Philtrum. Her oral commissure naturally turned up, which made her smile define the edges even more. But the best part, the tubercle, full, pink, moist, which reflected the sunlight on the bottom. I pursed my lips in a desire to touch her lips, but caught myself, and kept my mind on the debate.
“But how, don’t tell me that you think I shoulda used the age plus something, minus something, divided by the year, add the lunar eclipse, or some stupid thing,” I said and smiled. No way would Mrs. Reynolds suggest that. One of Polly’s friends had that formula, so stupid that I didn’t even bother to remember it.
“No, it’s a stopping theory. The idea is you date and date until you have sampled about thirty-seven percent of all your future, and past, dates, boyfriends, girlfriends, whoever, then you pick the next best one after, which could happen right away, or take a long time,” Mrs. Reynolds said. I loved how her lips formed when she said ‘you, and the ‘r’ in ‘whoever’. I almost missed the message, but a quick pull on my short-term memory, and I had the gist.
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