Like a Good Neighbor
Copyright© 2026 by Rhiannon57
Chapter 11
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 11 - After losing his entire family in a devastating accident, a young man with money, strength, and no direction starts over in a new neighborhood. When he discovers the woman next door is trapped in an abusive marriage, he steps in to protect her and her daughter. What follows is a hard-won story of rescue, healing, chosen family, and building a future from ruin.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual
Several minutes later we were all entwined in some form on the massive king-size bed. Sex with Shelby was awesome and sex with Sam was great as well. But sex with the both at once was indescribable. We loved each other so much there was little that the three of us would not explore. Shelby and Sam were incredible to watch as they made each other orgasm multiple times.
Sam was lying back on the bed with Shelby and me between her legs, licking her pussy. Sam liked having multiple tongues on her, and it always made her cum hard. Sam was especially wet today, so Shelby wanted to try and give her a G-Spot orgasm. They talked about it before, but this was the only time they were going to try it. I moved up the bed and laid beside Sam, softly rubbing her firm breast.
Shelby sat up on her legs, and Sam spread her thighs apart further, giving her better access. Shelby started lightly rubbing Sam’s wet clit and slowly began to insert one finger, then two, inside of Sam’s pussy. Shelby was trying to go in deep and up towards her stomach. Sam gasped as Shelby apparently hit the spot she was looking for. Shelby began to rock her fingers back and forth in the area of Sam’s belly button. Sam was enjoying her sister’s fingers deep inside of her.
“Oh fuck, this feels so different. I feel like I need to pee.” Sam laughed.
“That’s what we are trying to get out, Sis.” Shelby replied.
“God, it feels so good, but I really think I’m going to piss on myself.” Sam moaned.
“Tell me when you feel like it’s coming out, and I’ll pull out.” Shelby instructed, really working her sister’s pussy.
After several more minutes, Samantha started holding her stomach, and her lower body began to shake. Shelby rubbed her insides as hard as she could. Samantha finally went over the edge.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to piss.” Sam yelled.
Shelby pulled her fingers out quickly, and a high arcing stream of clear fluid shot out of Sam’s pussy. It was a series of four streams of fluids, one after the other. Sam was wailing away as she furiously rubbed her own clit. After about a minute, Sam asked Shelby for more. Shelby once again found the spot and, after maybe thirty seconds, Sam screamed, and she shot fluid all over Shelby this time. I quickly moved down Sam’s body and began to lap up the liquid that was all over her pussy and thighs. One taste, and I knew it was not urine... this was an orgasm. I completely cleaned Sam’s pussy of her orgasm as she lay spent on the bed. Shelby laid down next to her sister and asked me to try it on her.
I got between Shelby’s legs and had no warm-up to do. Her pussy was drenched, having witnessed her older sister’s squirting orgasm. I found Shelby’s G-Spot relatively quickly due to its usual texture. As soon as I pressed against it, she moaned loudly. Since my hand was much larger than Shelby’s, I had no trouble massaging the exact spot. Shelby described the same feeling that Sam had described, almost like she was going to piss on herself. When Shelby couldn’t control it any longer, I pulled my fingers out and began to rub her clit hard. Shelby squirted a powerful stream across the bed, wailing in pleasure. I quickly inserted my fingers again, and after several hard pushes, I pulled them out, and she squirted again. I did this perhaps a half dozen times, and Shelby squirted each time. Shelby finally pushed my hand away and tried to catch her breath. Sam went down on her sister and began to lick up Shelby’s powerful orgasms. Shelby held Sam’s head gently as her tongue worked its magic.
I fingered each one of them into another G-Spot orgasm before I entered Sam’s very wet pussy. Sam was so fucking wet that my thighs were covered in her juice. She got off from my dick one more time, so I pulled out and moved over to Shelby. I grabbed Shelby’s thighs and pulled her to me, sticking my dick into her very wet pussy. She moaned as I slid inside her, but I was not going to be soft and gentle. I was ready to cum. I started stroking Shelby’s pussy in and out at a very fast pace. Shelby was not used to this, and I could see it was turning her on.
“Fuck me, Jace, slam that big cock into me, baby.” she begged.
Sam got up and moved over to Shelby’s stomach and extended her tongue softly, flicking her erect clit. By now, Shelby was beside herself, and her hands were firmly clutching the sheets.
“Oh, motherfucker, I’m fucking cumming.” Shelby screamed.
The look on Shelby’s face triggered something in my brain as I pulled my dick out of her. I grabbed it with my right hand and began to jerk it up and down, aiming at Shelby’s wet pussy. The first blast of cum splashed against her clit, which Sam was rubbing. Sam lifted her hand and grabbed my cock, putting me inside her warm mouth as I emptied my balls into her throat.
I collapsed on the bed between then and we all took a few moments to regain our strength. Thirty minutes later, we were in the shower together, scrubbing each other down. Sam and Shelby each had one more wet orgasm, and I fucked both again, this time cumming into Sam’s pussy from behind. We did not stop until well after three in the morning.
Everything was going extremely well, and the next two years flew by. The gym was a huge success, with Shelby now training individual women daily. I had at least ten clients I was training as well. Samantha had taken over Shelby’s job, and I had both on the payroll now.
Jennifer was doing extremely well in school, still maintaining a four-plus grade point average. She was considered one of the top eight-year-old girls in the city when it came to softball. She had played in one Regional Championship at eight, where they lost but played well. She had since switched teams and was now playing for Fast Pitch Elite, which was the second-ranked program in the state. She had been working with her pitching coach three times a week for the past eighteen months. But her coach insisted we bring her along slowly and make sure we get the form perfect and the shoulder strong. Jennifer’s pitch count was thirty pitches after warming up. The coach understood that no matter what, she came out at thirty pitches.
So because of that, Jennifer hardly pitched in a game. But as a nine-year-old on a 10U team, she was the starting shortstop and was batting third in the lineup. She was hitting .405 thus far this season and really getting some good distance on her line drives. The team finished the year 31-1, and the loss was early in the season. Jennifer’s team was headed to Regionals, and one of the coaches could not go out of town due to work. I was asked to replace him, which I agreed to if I did not have to coach.
We went to North Texas, where the girls won the State Championship and allowed us to host the Regionals in town. I volunteered to give up my coaching spot, but the head coach refused, saying we had another slot available even with the coach coming back.
We started the Regionals rough, winning our first game 2-1. We played an extremely sloppy game and should have lost if not for Amanda Burns being on the mound. She was our ace and really had good speed on the ball with great pitch location. We breezed through the tournament, having to face the Alabama team from Mobile in the championship. They were very good, and Amanda only had three innings left to pitch by tournament rules.
That Saturday night before the game when Shelby was in the shower, I grabbed her phone and called Bill Phillips, her former father-in-law. I guess when he saw Shelby’s name on the phone, he could not wait to pick it up.
“Hello ... Shelby?”, he answered.
“No, sir, this is Jace Johnson.” I replied.
“Oh, what can I do for you, son?” he said, disappointed.
“Sir, I’m not sure what you know about your granddaughter, so I would like to fill you in.” I asked.
“Okay, go ahead.” he answered.
“Jennifer has won a State Championship this year and is the starting shortstop on probably the best team in the state. She’s a year younger than most of the players. They play tomorrow at one o’clock to see who goes to the World Series in Jensen Beach, Florida. I think it would be great if perhaps you could come see her play.” I offered.
“Does Tim know any of this?” Bill asked.
“I’m not sure, sir. He has only called Shelby once since we last spoke at the party that night. Even if he does not come, she is still your granddaughter, sir.” I advised.
“Fuck him to hell. My wife and I will be there tomorrow at one o’clock, Jace. Thank you for calling me, son. I really appreciate it.” he sighed.
“Good to hear, sir. Please tell Tim as well.” I asked.
“I will, son.” he said, hanging up.
I laid the phone back down and thought it best not to tell anyone anything in case of a no-show. We got up early, ate a good breakfast, and got to the indoor batting cages at eleven o’clock that morning. The head coach came over and mentioned that Jennifer could possibly pitch maybe one or two innings if it got bad early.
We got out to the park at about twelve fifteen, and our opponents were already there. We had seen them play a few times, and they were very good. Their starting pitcher had four innings left, and Amanda had three. It was figured to be a tight game at least for three innings. About ten minutes before the game started, Shelby came to the back of the dugout to inform me that both of Tim’s parents were there as well as Tim and his girlfriend.
“I’m glad to hear that. But let’s not put any pressure on Jennifer. She will know they are here when she sees them.” I asked.
“That’s fine.” Shelby stated.
The game started off by Amanda striking out three of their first four batters. Their ace knocked our first two down, with Jen coming up to the plate. She got Jen to swing at a bad pitch and eventually worked her into a 3-2 count. Jen backed out of the box and looked toward me. I made the motion for a fastball because I felt that was coming. Jen stepped back in the box but to the very rear line. Sure enough, it was a fastball waist high, and Jen drove it down the third base line. Jen was extremely fast on the bases, and her coach waved her to second. She beat the throw and slid in under the tag. Two pitches later, she stole third base on a passed ball by the catcher. Unfortunately, our fourth-hole hitter struck out and left Jennifer stranded.
As predicted at the top of the fourth, no one had scored. Amanda had to go to second base, and our number two pitcher came to the mound. She had a good fourth inning but did give up one run. We failed to score in the bottom of the fourth, but their pitcher had to leave the mound as well.
In the top of the fifth, Jennifer had a rocket hit to her at shortstop, but she played it on one hop and made a strong throw to first, getting the girl by two steps. Then we walked one, and another girl hit a single. The next batter grounded out to first, but both runners advanced to second and third. We had two outs and runners in scoring position.
On a 2-2 count, the next batter hit a high fly ball on the foul side of the third baseline. Both our third baseman and Jennifer were moving on the hit. It was hit extremely high, and the third baseman got turned around. At the last minute, Jen laid out and caught the ball, then hitting the chain-link fence. The umpire sprinted over to the spot and signaled that she still had the ball, and the batter was out. It took a few seconds, but Jennifer popped up and returned to the dugout with a thunderous applause.
Somehow, we averted disaster again and got out of the fifth inning with only one to play. We went to bat with the bottom of the lineup due. We left two runners stranded and once again could not get a runner across the plate. Our parents were frustrated, but the coach kept a cool head and kept the girls focused.
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