Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 7: Neighbor gets help
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Neighbor gets help - 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
The cloth glided up her arms, around her neck, down her right side, over her hip, swirled over her calf, and washed between each toe. She moaned and moved her legs further apart. Her vulva appeared to wink at me. I cleaned her other foot, moved up her left leg, hip, side, and finished at her neck.
“You’ve missed a spot,” she said with a purr at the end. Her back rose and fell with each deep breath. Down her spine, around each vertebrae to her buttocks, where I washed her infragluteal folds. The soap slid down into her pubic hair. The soap bubbles glistened with tiny rainbows on the tips of her hair. I redipped the cloth and started on her lower back with big circles until I arrived at her sacral triangle, where I paused and caught my breath.
I forced air in and out and stared at the soapy water as it ran down past her anus, over her perineum, and washed the bubbles down onto the towel under her. Tentative, slow, so gentle and light, I moved the cloth down over her anus, which caused her to erupt in laughter and shout, “Stop, that tickles.”
Horrified, I pulled away and almost fell onto the floor. My heart stopped, my eyes went wide, and I couldn’t breathe. I reminded myself to relax. Mrs. Reynolds hadn’t died. I just did it wrong. I have so much to learn. Maybe Mrs. Reynolds could teach me.
“Sorry, dear,” Mrs. Reynolds said and smiled at me, with bright teeth between her succulent lips. As my heart and breathing restarted, I laughed with her. Thankful for her patience and that she understood my inexperience.
“You have a beautiful laugh and smile. Help me turn over,” Mrs. Reynolds said. I hid my face as I blushed at her compliment and pretended to wash and clean the washcloth. Over and over, I dipped the cloth in the bowl, soup bubbles formed on my hands, forearms, and almost overflowed the bowl.
“Dear, I need help, please,” Mrs. Reynolds said. I nodded, dropped the cloth, and placed my left hand under her hip and my right hand at her shoulder. She had warm, soft, damp skin that caused my insides to flutter. The world paused as I adjusted my grip, over and over, because I wanted to touch her, to stay in contact, to continue to enjoy the tingles that ran up my arms and down my body. Everything below my belly button felt warm and needed attention.
As she flipped over, my gaze fell on her erect nipples and stayed on them. My mouth watered with thoughts of licking, nibbling, and sucking. I must have stared too long because Mrs. Reynolds placed her bandaged hand on my knee and said, “After dear.” My face burned, and I spilled water as I tried to grab the washcloth too fast. As I slapped the cloth on her, water sloshed over her stomach, pooled in her belly button, and suds rolled down her groin to the wet towel under her.
“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll, I just, give me a second,” I said and pushed water around her stomach until it covered her belly and upper thighs. Up and down her legs, over her knees, I avoided her vulva.
Over and around her arms, hands, neck, face, and ears, until only two places remained uncleaned. Her breasts had drops of water and soap on them, while bubbles lay on her pubic hair.
Mrs. Reynolds’ mouth opened like her vulva, both with dark pink interiors. Water had pooled in her philtrum, just below her nose. My hand trembled as I dabbed the edge of the towel around her lips. Round and round, I wiped, then I lost control of the towel, and it fell beside her ear. She smiled, and before I could control it, I touched her lips with the tip of my index finger. Across the top, around, across the bottom, she spread her lips, and her tongue touched my fingertip. Dry as her lips, a tingling sensation ran up my arm, through my heart, and down to my vagina.
I almost fell off the bed again, but stayed, grabbed the washcloth, and hovered over her breasts. Water and soup dripped on her and created little riverettes down her breasts. She sighed and shivered. Slow, nanometer by nanometer, I lowered the cloth till it rested on her left breast. Mrs. Reynolds moaned and squeezed her eyelids tighter together. My body burned, and sweat rolled down my spine.
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