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Subject: {ASSM} The Neighbour's Daughter. Ch. 13 (mf rom) by Henrik Larsen
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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their 
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant 
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.






The Neighbour's Daughter. Chapter 13.

Sophie's idea of fond memories was apparently to have a sore pussy or arse, 
but I didn't share that view. The strained muscle in my neck certainly 
reminded me of how we'd made love, every time I tried to turn my head, but 
it didn't exactly excite me. It took almost a week before I was able to turn 
my head again. What did excite me was the thought that we would have an hour 
or two to ourselves every Saturday.

The less exciting part of my everyday life was Mrs Larsen. She didn't thrive 
in the hospital. Basically, she just wanted to die as quickly as possible. 
Since doctors have given an almost sacred vow to keep people alive for as 
long as possible, the hospital wasn't the best place for Mrs Larsen to stay. 
Unfortunately, there were no alternatives. One day, she asked me joshingly 
if I could hold the pillow over her head until she stopped breathing. I 
didn't find it amusing, mainly because I knew that it wasn't really a joke.

Despite all hardship, things settled in sort of a routine after a couple of 
weeks. Mrs Larsen forbade me to visit her more than three times a week.

"A young man like you shouldn't be hanging around on the hospital's 
geriatric death row," as Mrs Larsen poetically expressed it.

Sophie and I also settled in a new routine. She had managed to convince her 
parents that it would be much easier if she walked home from the library 
herself. I was quite pleased that we didn't have to hide in a corner of the 
library, constantly at risk of being spotted. It still wasn't the ideal way 
to see each other, but as with Mrs Larsen, we had no alternative.

I was actually quite content with the way things were and sure that they 
would remain that way for some time. Even the risk of Sophie getting in 
trouble was smaller. If her parents were to come home unexpectedly, we would 
be able to hear it and she could sneak out undetected, and pretend to come 
home late from the library. It was close to perfect, except that it was only 
for a few hours once a week.

- - -

Nothing lasts forever, and the comforting Saturday routine only lasted two 
weeks. It was a Wednesday evening and I'd been visiting Mrs Larsen, which 
meant I was eating late. Suddenly, I heard loud voices from Sophie's flat. 
Now, usually, I would be in Mrs Larsen's flat at this time of day, eating 
dinner or doing the dishes. In other words, even if I hadn't heard Sophie's 
parents argue before, it didn't mean that it was the first time. I chose to 
ignore it.

It continued for a short while, the voices gradually sounding louder and 
more agitated. Sophie's farther was very loud, but I could just hear the 
voice, not the actual words. My curiosity got the better of me and I'd just 
got up from my chair to try and put my ear to the wall when I heard Sophie's 
front door open and then slammed angrily shut. Fast step down the stairs 
followed. Then everything became quiet.

Lots of married couple had a quarrel every now and then and it didn't bother 
me much. I went back to my dinner and forgot about it. I'd just finished the 
last bite, when I heard a quiet knock on my door. I was a bit surprise since 
I rarely had visitors, but I went out and opened the door. It was Sophie and 
she was in a mess. Her eyes were red and it was obvious that she'd been 
crying.

"What happened?" I asked as I stepped aside and let her in.

She didn't answer, but as soon as the door was closed, she threw her arms 
around my neck, hid her face in my chest, and started to cry like a 
rainstorm. I was completely overwhelmed, but I managed to get her into the 
living room and down on the sofa.

There was no end to her tears. I did my best to comfort her, holding her 
close and whispering soothing words in her ear. I gave her time and when she 
finally stopped crying and looked up at me, I put my finger on her lips.

"Shhh, don't say anything. I'll get you a glass of water and you take a deep 
breath. We don't want another waterfall to start," I said, trying to cheer 
her up just a little.

She smiled weakly and didn't say anything until she had sipped some of the 
water I brought her. I sat down again and put my arms around her. She rested 
her head on my chest and began to talk.

"I was just telling mum and dad that I was going to do some homework with my 
classmates, you know, we had to do it together, because we were doing some 
group work. Then mum said that she would have to call my classmate's parent 
to make sure that there was somebody home to look after us. I said that my 
classmate's parents wouldn't be home and that we didn't need to get help 
from her parents. I mean, I know that wasn't why she wanted to call her 
parents, but I couldn't let her make the call. Everybody would think I was a 
freak or something. And then dad . . ."

Sophie had to dry her eyes and blow her nose again before she continued.

"Dad got very upset and told me not to talk back. I wasn't, really, but they 
didn't give me a chance to explain. Mum freaked out and yelled that I 
shouldn't upset dad. I can't recall what was said, but they went on about 
how ungrateful I was and that they had done so much for me. Suddenly, dad 
said that if I didn't like it at home any more, I could just leave. I . . . 
was mad at them. I can't recall if I said anything, but I think I just got 
up and left."

Sophie sniffled again and looked up at me.

"It's not fair. It's not me who wrong, it's them, isn't it?"

I ran my fingers through her hair.

"It isn't you, Sophie. The only persons on this earth that can't see what 
you have been going through is your parents. You have been so patient and 
put up with all their strange rules. Don't blame yourself," I said.

Sophie was still very upset and we sat in silence for a long time, before I 
dared to ask the question that had to be asked.

"Do you want to go back and see if they have calmed down now?" I asked.

"No! I don't want to go back. They have to ask me to come back. I'm not 
going back unless they will let me live a normal life," Sophie said.

There wasn't a trace of doubt in her voice. She was still angry and not 
thinking rationally.

"Sophie, they don't know where you are. They will be worried sick, if you 
don't come back tonight."

"I don't care!"

"Yes, you do. You can stay here for as long as you want to, you know that, 
but you have to at least call them and tell them that you are all right. I 
know they have been very unfair to you, but they won't get any sleep tonight 
if they haven't heard from you. You don't have to tell them where you are," 
- and I sure hoped she wouldn't - "but you have to let them know that you're 
safe."

Sophie sighed.

"OK, but not now, please. I don't want to right now. I just want to be with 
you."

An hour later, Sophie called her parents. I could only hear half the 
conversation.

"Mum? It's Sophie. No, I'm all right."

There was a pause.

"I'm not coming home, not until you stop treating my like I was five years 
old. - - You want me to apologise? But mum - - But I didn't do anything 
wrong. Mum, I'm sixteen, almost seventeen. - - No! I'm not going back to 
that."

Sophie's mum was still talking, but Sophie didn't' say more. A few seconds 
later, she hung up and turned to me.

"Satisfied? Mum wanted me to apologise to dad and to come back immediately. 
She even wanted to take away some of my "privileges", as she called it. You 
know, bringing Nina home in the afternoon," Sophie said, sounding more 
bitter than sad.

"God, Sophie. There must be some reason why they treat you like that. What 
is it?" I asked.

"How should I know?" Sophie shrugged.

"Well, at least they know you are safe. Let them sleep on it. Maybe they 
will see the light, when they think a little bit about it. Do you have your 
key?"

Sophie looked surprised, but she began to search her pockets.

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, I assume that you'll stay here until you have worked something out 
with your parents, but your clothes and books are on the other side of that 
wall," I pointed to the wall that had kept us apart for so long. "You'll 
have to go in there tomorrow, after they have gone to work and get some 
clothes and your school things."

"I guess so. I hadn't thought of that," Sophie said. "But I want some new 
clothes. I don't want to wear those childish dresses any more."

"I can understand that, but you'll have to wear your old clothes until we 
get some new for you."

"I . . . don't have any money. I'll have to get a job," Sophie said quietly.

"Let's take one thing at a time. We'll get you some new clothes," I said. 
"Don't worry, I'll pay."

"I don't want to . . . be a burden to you."

"Sophie. I love you and you'll never be a burden. I want you here with me 
and I want you to be happy."

I hadn't thought about how long Sophie was going to stay. I wanted her to 
stay, but I think I would have preferred that it came about in another way. 
Hiding her like she was on the run was not the best way to start our life 
together. I hadn't thought about the practical and financial side of things 
either. All that had to wait. I was just happy that she was with me. Reality 
had to wait.

Sophie cuddled up close to me on the sofa.

"Eric, I love you so much. I don't know what I'd done without you."

To be honest, I could only agree. I had heard about girls running away from 
home and ending up on the streets, taking drugs and making money as 
prostitutes. Her parents could have done a lot more damage, if they had been 
successful in keeping Sophie away from everybody. What had happened tonight 
was inevitable and would have happened sooner or later.

We decided to go to bed and Sophie got to use the bathroom first. We'd both 
dreamed of the day that we would be able to sleep together and now that we 
finally could, the event was overshadowed by Sophie's anger and sadness. 
Still, Sophie came out of the bathroom nude and kissed me very sensually, 
before she went to bed.

When I had finished and came into the bedroom, she was asleep, curled up in 
a foetal position. She looked so small and vulnerable. How could anyone 
treat her so cruelly, least of all her own parents? I slipped down next to 
her as quietly as possible. Sophie woke briefly and snuggled up close to me. 
I put my arm around her and we lay like spoons as close as we could get.

I didn't fall asleep right away. So many thoughts went through my head. 
Sophie was with me, asleep in my arms, but there were still a lot of 
problems. I wanted to make Sophie happy, to protect her. It would be 
difficult as long as her parents didn't accept that she'd grown up. They 
were still her parents and apart from the legal aspects, Sophie was still 
emotionally attached to them and she couldn't just forget about them.


- - -

Sophie was already awake, when I woke up. She was resting her head on my 
arm, looking at me like she'd been waiting for me to wake up for a long 
time. I looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before I had to 
get up. Sophie smiled happily. Yesterday's troubles had not yet turned into 
today's worries. It was as if we existed in a time and space where there 
were only us. No words were needed. Sophie stretched out lazily and I turned 
over on my side to face her.

We looked deep in each other's eyes and caressed each other tenderly. Her 
skin felt so warm and soft, so receptive. Only the lightest touch was needed 
to make her shiver and breathe a little faster. A feathery touch from my 
finger and her nipple was hard and erect.

Being so close together raised the temperature under the duvet to tropical 
heat in a very short time. We pushed it off and felt the cool morning air. 
It didn't chill us at all. Sophie's skin was burning hot and our touches 
became more intense. Without taking her eyes off me, Sophie reached over and 
took the condom she'd put on the nightstand last night. I was able to put it 
on without losing eye contact. Sophie straddled me, very slowly lowering 
herself onto me.

Nothing else existed, just the two of us. I felt every move she made as she 
slowly began to move up and down. I felt how she arched her back as our 
pubic bones met, grinding herself against me. And all the time, we looked at 
each other. I could look into Sophie through her eyes and see how her 
arousal grew as I penetrated her deeper and deeper, until she sat up 
straight with me inside her as deep as I possibly could get.

I reached up and cupped her tits and she began to rotate her hips gradually 
faster and more intense. All I could hear was Sophie's breath. The noise 
from the street and the stairs was gone. Even my own breathing was 
soundless. I think it was the closet I've ever been to become one with 
another person. When Sophie quietly reached her peek, the wall of her pussy 
squeezed me tightly. She lay down over me and after a few, rigid and deep 
thrusts, I came only seconds after her.

We could have stayed in bed forever, but my alarm clock brought us back to 
reality. Sophie decided to stay home from school and get her books and some 
clothes. It was her decision, but I encouraged it. She needed time to think 
things over, before she talked to her parents again.

- - -

I came home around five and found Sophie engaged in schoolwork. She wasn't 
wearing one of her usual loose dresses.

"I called Nina and told her what had happened. She already knew and she'd 
guess that I was here. Mum called her yesterday evening asked if I was 
there. It was Nina's mum who picked up and she doesn't know anything about 
you. You know what she said to my mum when she realised that I'd run off? 
"So, Sophie has finally escaped the prison". Nina's mum wouldn't tell Nina 
what my mum said after that, but it was a very short conversation," Sophie 
said.

"Well, I hope that it will make your mum think a little bit about what you 
said to her last night. Are those Nina's clothes?" I asked.

"Yes. She said I could borrow some of her clothes until I get some new 
clothes. She would check if they need somebody in the store she works in. I 
might be able to get a job there."

"That sounds great, but let's see how things work out. I think you should 
call your parents again tonight. We have to find some kind of solution," I 
said. "As long as you are under eighteen, you need their approval for a lot 
of things. You might even need them if you want a job. You can't sign a 
legally binding job contract until you are of age."

"You could sign," Sophie said.

"I'd have to be appointed your guardian, which means that your parents have 
to be deemed unfit to care for you by a judge. That's not going to happen. 
Even if you complained to the authorities, it would probably take a long 
time to go through all the necessary procedures and you'd be eighteen long 
before it was settled."

"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Sophie sighed.

"It's going to be all right. Let's see what your mum has to say, when you 
call her tonight. I'm sure you can reach some kind of agreement." I said.

"I want to stay here with you."

"I know, but maybe it's better that you stay with your parents. Hopefully, 
I'll get something bigger and then we can move in together when you are old 
enough. I doubt your parents will accept that you live with me now."

"I though you wanted me here?" Sophie said, very disappointed.

"I do, Sophie, I do, but we have to be realistic and . . . any way you look 
at it, you're still attached to your parents. I mean, the bonds between 
parents and children don't break so easily. We have to find the best way and 
if you burn the bridges behind you, I'm afraid you'll never be happy."

Sophie didn't answer.

"Sophie, if your parents will let you go out and dress as the other girls, 
it won't be that bad to go back, will it?" I asked.

"I just want to be with you," she whispered as the tears began to run down 
over her cheeks.

"Please, Sophie. I just want to do what will be best for all of us in the 
long run. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me. Please 
trust me. I love you so much and I don't want to see you hurt again. Please, 
Sophie," I begged her.

"Why does it have to be me? Why can't I just have normal parents and live a 
normal life?" Sophie sobbed.

I couldn't answer, but I dearly hoped that her parents would come to their 
senses.



To be continued.


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