Saturday
My name is Martin, and I am 18. This is my story.
It was Saturday and I was at a loose end. I was planning to meet Emily at 6, but the daytime was free. The thought of staying in bed for a couple of more hours crossed my mind when I heard the noise that most teenage boys dread. My moms shouting up the stairs.
"Martin, Martin, come here quick".
I stood on the top of the stairs and asked what she wanted.
"Quickly look, the new neighbours are here!"
To say I was thrilled would be a lie, what did I care. But half-heartedly I came to the living room to stare at four strangers through the window.
They looked like the model family, the quintessential 2.4 children. They was Brad about 45ish and Mary his wife who looked 10 years younger. Then their two Children, Beth and Mickey. My eyes automatically went to Beth, she was stunning. She had bright blue eyes, long flowing blonde hair, and an athletic body. By the way she walked she looked like she would know what do with a nice juicy cock. She looked about my age, if she was in my class at school I would have her before term was out I thought. Even if she was a couple of years either way I knew I would do some dirty things for her to learn in the coming months.
As my mum and I looked at them through the window, Brad turned and looked at us and shot us a wink that a sleazy Governor would be proud of. I could almost here my mum knees knock,
"Oooh, he's a cutie".
I give her a faint look of disapproval and went back up stairs to my TV.
Sunday
I had been out late; I had nearly got Emily to go all way. She was a shy innocent girl and it had been my aim to break her in to the naughty world that is my mind. But alas last night all I got was a little play on top of the covers. If she didn't have lips designed for blowjobs I would have given up on her a long time ago.
My mom bringing me a cup of tea and a slice of toast awaked me.
"Time to get up honey, you've got a busy day" she jammered.
"What do you mean?" I said as I let out a yawn.
"Well, I was talking to that nice new family and I said you would help them move some boxes around for them".
She left quickly before I had a chance to shout at her, there was no point. Mom had already decided she would have a ride on Brad at some point, and I was going to have to go over and move boxes just so she would have a opportunity to talk to him.
I got up, grabbed a shower and threw on some clothes. Nice pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. If Beth was about, then the day might not be a total loss. I made my way across the lawn to help Brad, and hopefully stick some fingers into his beloved daughter.
Brad stood in the driveway. I could see why my mom had gotten all flustered. He was a well-built man, obviously worked out, and though a bit old you could tell he looked after himself. He looked like a man's man. The type of man who would change a tyre, enjoy football and know how to lay some pipe.
"Hey kiddo," he said, while extending a hand. "Sure am glad you could help me out while my family is away for the day."
My heart sank, Beth was not about.
All in all the day went well, I help Brad "soon to get the opportunity to fuck my mom" Miller move boxes around his house. And he was good conversation and had a manly way about him. It almost made me feel guilty to what I was planning on making on doing to his daughter, almost.
"Thanks Martin, you've been a great help today," he said. "If you can take that one last box up to Beth's room we are all done, and then I'll fix something for us to eat".
"Not a problem," I replied.
I grabbed the box, trying not to be too excited to the fact I was going to get to go into Beth's room and do a bit of intelligence work.
I hastily entered her room, dumped the box and looked about. I noticed the school uniform straight away, wasn't going to my school. Pity. But I could still make inroads on her after school, especially since me and her Dad where getting on so well. She had a nice double sized bed, with pink silk sheets. Slightly slutty, which I loved. The room looked like a high-class brothel, the only downer was I knew she had already been fucked allot and I tended to like to be the one who broke girls in. But she was hot, a slut, and lived next door to me – I isn't complaining.
Then I noticed the panty draw. Oh heavens above. One look in there I would be able to confirm my guesses about her, plus have a little feel of what I was planning on soon conquering. I peered, admittedly slightly guiltily, in to the draw. It was what I expected, black lace, thongs, and suspender straps. I was going to have fun with this girl. I picked up a particularly naughty looking black pair of lace panties and held them to my cheek.
"What may I ask do you think you are doing?" came a voice from behind me.
I froze. Brad had come up the stairs and was staring at me with his teenage daughters panties in my hand.