Dexter, the Neighbour's Kid
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Chapter 4
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4 - It all started when I twisted my ankle as I got off the bus. Dexter, my neighbour's son, came to my rescue. He helped me up, collected all my new bras and panties that had spilled over the pavement, then helped me hobble home. He bandaged my ankle and made a bed in my lounge. For the next week he visited morning and evening, making sure I was OK. At no point did he act in an ungentlemanly manner. This made me want to reward him even more...
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa First Big Breasts Size
Mary phoned me at work around lunchtime. I took her call and walked outside into the car park, holding my breath as I dashed past the huddle of smokers at the door.
“Hey Mary, is everything OK?”
“Well, not OK exactly, but mum has pulled through. They say she can go home in a couple of days.”
“That’s great news.”
“It is and it isn’t ... I’m afraid I need to ask a favour...”
“Anything, just ask.”
“Mum will need around the clock care for a few weeks at least ... the NHS will send a nurse three times a day, but they’ll just be quick visits to prepare meals, empty her commode; stuff like that ... I can’t leave her unsupervised for the rest of the day...”
“Gosh, no ... you need to stay with her.”
“But Dexter...”
“He’s fine staying with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. He was a proper treasure when I was hurt, so now I can spoil him a bit in return.”
I heard Mary sigh with relief, I think I know why.
“Listen Mary, stay with your mum for as long as you’re needed, Dexter can stay with me, he doesn’t need to go back to his sister’s.”
“You’ve not told him?”
“Nope, I said I wouldn’t.”
“I knew I could trust you, you’ve got such a sensible head.”
“Talking about my sensible head ... you know how I used to have a radio show?”
“Yes, you swore at that man, it was so funny.”
“I was almost sacked,” I laughed, “they pulled my show and I’ve been stuck with office work. Anyway, they’ve offered me a different show, 8 until 10pm.”
“That’s great news...” Mary replied, sounding genuinely pleased for me.
“The thing is ... mmm ... how to explain this ... we had a rave night at the Neon Lounge on Saturday night ... I didn’t want to leave Dexter on his own, so I took him along, and he helped me in the DJ booth ... my boss was impressed with Dexter ... this means I only get my show back if Dexter co-presents.”
“So, Dexter will be working with you, on the radio?”
“Yes, 8 until 10pm, Monday to Thursday, so he’ll have time to do his homework first ... one night a week we’ll be on 10 to midnight during the football season, but it’ll be OK, the station always pays for a taxi home when I finish that late...”
Mary was quiet.
“Dexter played loads of the songs you like, that’s why he’s got the job, my boss was very impressed ... he’ll get paid,” I added, for good measure.
“I guess it’ll be OK...”
“You can listen to us online, the station has a website.”
“OK ... yes, I’m happy for Dexter to work with you on the radio.”
“Oh man, thank you, I so want to be back on air...”
“One more thing, Alice...”
“Yes...”
“I might need to stay down here, if mum doesn’t recover ... she’s left me the house in her will...”
“OK...” I replied, unsure where this was going.
“I’ve been worrying about this for a long time ... I see how Jane looks at Dexter ... she looks at him the same way he looks at you ... oh shit...”
This was serious, Mary never swears.
“Jane might try to get custody, and I don’t want that to happen, so I’ve spoken to a solicitor...”
“OK,” I replied, now having a good idea where this was going.
“I guess I should have asked you first ... would you be OK taking custody of Dexter, should the need arise?”
I didn’t need to think for a moment.
“Absolutely, I love Dexter, he’s a great kid.”
“Thank you...” Mary sighed.
“I don’t want you to worry about Dexter ... concentrate on caring for your mum.”
“I think you will probably end up doing what Jane wants to do with him ... but importantly, you’re not related to him, and I know you won’t hurt him...”
“He’s got the guest bedroom...” I replied, feigning shock.
“Yes, and I’ve seen how little room there’s left in there for a bed. It’s OK, you’re a sensible girl, and Dexter’s a good lad who loves you very much.”
We talked a while about practicalities, then I heard someone in the background calling her name, so we cut the call.
Oh wow, this is how fairy tales end.
That night, after Dexter had finished his homework, we hopped on the bus into town.
It’s a short walk from the Hospital, where we got off the bus, to the building the radio station shares with the local newspaper and a couple of dodgy call centres that are always getting into trouble for mis-selling something or other.
Mark shook Dexter’s hand warmly, then showed us into Studio 2a.
This is bigger than my old studio, with a double-sided production desk, it’s normally used for the breakfast show and the weekend magazine show.
Each side of the desk has three screens, one more than my old studio; one screen shows the songs we’ve played, what’s coming up and a big clock, so we know when to fade the songs in and out. The second screen shows messages from listeners, text messages, emails, WhatsApp messages etc, this screen also showed the news ticker, for talking points etc during the show, should we need something to talk about.
The third screen was new, it was a big touch screen for firing up jingles, adverts and stuff. It also had space on the left for our script.
“Script?” I asked, “I’ve never used a script before.”
“And look where it got you,” Mark laughed, “seriously though, this isn’t a script for you to follow, it’s just a running order, like cue cards, telling you when to play adverts, when to plug the sponsors, questions for guests; if I ever let you have guests.”
“It’s a bit cramped in here for guests,” Dexter observed.
“That’s what the big TV is for,” Mark replied, pointing to a big screen on the side wall, “guests are usually on video, like zoom, but more expensive. If guests appear in person, we use Alice’s old studio, which has a smaller desk.”
Mark spent the next two hours showing Dexter exactly how everything worked, including how to mute my microphone, and how to deploy the bleep button.
On Wednesday we were back in the studio for a dress rehearsal, which was recorded onto a USB stick. Dexter took the stick home and listed to it over and over, making notes about what was good, what could be better.
This is exactly what I’d done when I started ... we were so alike.
I got a call on Monday morning, I didn’t recognise the number, but it was local, so unlikely to be a scammer, I took it as I dashed past the smokers and out into the car park.
“Alice Fisher,” I said as I hit answer.
“Ahh, good morning, Miss Fisher,” the caller replied, his voice was smooth and refined, very reassuring if ever so slightly creepy, “my name is Hugh Parsons, of Cooke, Leigh and Parsons Solicitors.”
“Ahh, is this connected to Dexter Gough?”
“It is ... are you able to come to my office?”
“I’m at work at the moment, are you in Lancaster?”
“I am...” he gave me his office address, which was about a 15-minute walk.
“I need to speak to my boss, I’ll call you back in a few minutes.”
Mark was more than happy to let me go to the solicitor, even offering to accompany me, I took up that offer.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Mark asked as we walked into the city centre.
“Nope,” I replied, honestly, “but he’s almost an adult, so what’s the worst that could happen?”
“You’re about to become his legal guardian, that role comes with responsibilities.”
“It does, and hopefully someone will tell me what those are ... you know, I’ve never even had a pet before, now I’m about to gain a son...”
Mark pulled he into a hug as we approached the solicitors’ office, “you’ve always felt special to me, Alice ... not like that...” he laughed, “you are incredibly likeable, but there’s a certain vulnerability about you, which was another reason I refused Charlie’s demand to sack you ... you’ve always felt like a daughter to me ... so I’m going to offer you some fatherly advice; do not be afraid to ask for help. You have my personal number, use it if you need to.”
“Thank you Mark,” I replied, sincerely, “this feels like a new beginning for us both ... like I hurt myself and Dexter appeared, and since then, life has got so much better. Right now, I can’t see a downside.”
“I can see one ... Jane. She may try to contest this, and she may get nasty ... remember, I know the family, and I know Jane because she was at school with a couple of my cousins. She was a bitch, so different to Mary ... I guess her current lifestyle reflects her past.”
“Do you know who Jane’s father is?”
“Not for definite ... Mary’s childhood wasn’t a happy one, various family members are in the frame. My money is on her Uncle Frank, because Jane looks a lot like one of his other daughters.”
“Dexter’s dad is his Uncle Harvey I think.”
“Yes, but he’s not a real uncle. Harvey is a nice guy, he’s just a bit too fond of the ladies, I’m amazed his wife has stayed with him.”
“He paid me a lot of attention when he fixed my kitchen window last week.”
“I bet he did,” Mark laughed as he pushed the solicitors’ door open and the next phase of my life began.
It’s our first show tonight, so Mark let me go home after we’d finished at the solicitors.