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Subject: {ASSM} New Neighbors Part 1  (m/ff, first, preg.)
Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2001 18:10:03 -0500
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New Neighbors part 1
By Mandil

Author's note: This story takes place around 1945, just after the
Second World War.




Charles Capland had been living in the same house for all fourteen
years of his young life. He didn't like the neighborhood nor the
mentality of the people of Linkenson, the town where he lived.

His house was situated in the poorest part of the small town, which in
turn was situated in one of the least developed parts of the state.
His father, and his older brother, both worked at the local pulp mill,
which was the biggest source of employment in town, while Charles
attended the under-funded Linkenson High School.

His family, as well as the majority of people in Linkenson were living
on the edge of poverty. While his father worked ten hours a day so as
to try to make ends meet, Charles seldom had a chance to speak to him.
Well he didn't miss him that much since whenever his father was around
he was either busy doing repairs on their old house or he was
sleeping.

Charles was the younger of the two boys in the family and having no
sisters, he was not well informed about the facts of the opposite sex.
Besides, his parents had raised him to be a good Catholic like the
very great majority of the citizen of Linkenson. In those days it was
simply not proper for a boy of fourteen to hang around with girls, and
of course it was even less accepted that he should go out on dates
with them at such a young age.

Of course Charles had friends with whom he spent a lot of time, but
like him, they weren't too informed about the opposite girls. They
would often spent long hours- when they were out of hearing range from
their parents - speculating about the girls they saw in school and
about the female anatomy.
But to talk about it and to actually experience it are two completely
different things.

To make matters worse, it was simply impossible to buy a girly
magazine in Linkenson since the P.T.A. committee, backed by the local
priests, saw to it that none of that devil's trash, as they called it,
ever made it into the local stores.

One day, barely a week after school had ended for the summer, he was
slowly walking home after having spent a few hours in the local park
with his friends. As he approached his house, he saw an old truck
parked in the driveway of the empty house next to their own house.

The place had not been inhabited for almost a year and it was
beginning to show signs of deterioration everywhere. As he got closer,
he saw two men unloading furniture from the truck and carrying it into
the house. A family was moving there. How poor they must be, he told
himself, to be moving into such a house.


Having nothing better to do, he went to sit on the swing in the back
yard and he watched the men as they unloaded the truck. A wood stove,
a cheap wooden table and six chairs, a couch, an upholstered chair
with arms which seemed to be the best piece of furniture, and all
sorts of boxes. He didn't see the beds so he figured that they must
have been unloaded before he got there.

Then he saw a woman coming out of the house. She was holding a five or
six-year-old child in her arms while another girl of about eleven or
twelve was walking behind her.

The woman was slim; she was wearing a dress that had seen much better
days, and even the girl that was following her looked odd to Charles.
It took him a while to figure why the eleven-year-old girl looked
different from any other girl of her age.

For one thing, her dress was way too long, he had the impression that
someone had wanted to get rid of the dress and had given it to her.
She kept following her mother everywhere outside while holding to her
mother's dress.
Once the furniture had been unloaded, both men got into the truck and
they drove away.

While eating supper that same evening, Charles learned from his older
brother that their new neighbors were the Weldens. The woman's name
was Clara Welden and she and her two daughters had rented the house
next door. Even though she was married, her husband was not living
there since he was away working somewhere out of the state. But a
couple of days later, Charles was informed from his brother once
again, that Mrs. Weldens was in jail serving a sentence for having
attempted to rob a bank.

Upon hearing that the woman's husband was in jail, Charles told
himself that he was going to stay away from the Weldens. Besides, they
were even poorer than his parents were.

But less than a week later he was surprised one early morning to see
the younger of the two girls trying to sit on the swing in his yard.
She was wearing the same cheap dress that she had on the first time he
had seen her and even though her face was clean enough, she was bare
foot. As she tried to climb on the wooden seat of the swing, he could
see that her cotton panties were full of holes.

He watched her for a couple of minutes through the kitchen window as
she finally managed to climb on her knees on the wooden seat, but
before she was able to turn around and sit on it, she felt backward on
the grass, smack on her back.
It took her a few seconds to react, as she remained stretched on the
ground; then when she tried to get up, she fell again and she began to
cry. Fearing that she had hurt herself badly, Charles ran outside to
see if she needed help.

As soon as he was close to her, he reached down and he picked her up
in his arms. The little girl, though still crying, threw her arms
around his neck and while her head rested against his shoulder, she
gradually stopped crying completely.

"Are you hurt?" asked Charles.

"I hit my head." As she said this, she reached behind her head with
her left hand and began rubbing the back of her head.

"Let me see."

Once she removed her hand, he looked closely to see if there was any
blood.

"There doesn't seem to be any blood. The pain will go away in a
second." While saying this, he proceeded to rub the back of her head
with his hand.

The girl reacted by hugging him even harder and she pressed her face
even harder against his shoulder. Charles began to feel compassion for
the little girl and he held her tightly in his arms trying to reassure
her. Soon, she was quiet. He then focussed his attention on the rest
of her body, at least those parts of anatomy that he hadn't paid too
much attention yet.

He could see her exposed upper thighs, which were being pressed by his
arms against his stomach, then he realized that his right hand was
smack over her bottom and under her dress.
Just about then, the girl's mother came out of her house and hurried
toward Charles.

"She fell off the swing. But I don't think that she is hurt. I saw her
fall from the window and I came to help her."

"Paula, why did you come here? I told you to stay in the house."

But the six-year-old girl didn't even look at her mother; instead she
remained with her arms around Charles neck and didn't even try to
answer her mother. When Charles tried to give her to her mother, she
began to cry again and she held on to his neck even harder.

"Come on Paula we must go home now, let go of his neck."

But Paula wanted none of that, she had no intention of releasing the
hold that she had around Charles's neck and no matter what her mother
said to her, she wouldn't let go of his neck.
Seeing no other way to get rid of her, he decided to carry her back to
her house and thus prevent Paula from making a scene.

"It's funny," said her mother as they walked back to her house,
"usually she is extremely shy of people that she doesn't know. You are
the first one beside myself and her sister that she has ever permitted
to pick her up and hold her."

While talking to the child's mother, Charles had been able to tell
that she was in her late twenties, even though she was not a
stunningly beautiful woman, she had a rather pleasant face.
When they reached the house, he had to enter the house before he was
able to make Paula release the hold that she had around his neck.

Even then, while she was on her two feet standing next to him, she
kept hugging his legs remaining close to him. He then saw her older
sister whom he learned was named Renee.
She was beautiful, with shoulder length auburn hair and he could tell
by the way she was acting - she was trying to hide behind the curtain
that served as a door to separate the bedroom from the kitchen - that
she was a strange child.
It was evident that she didn't often see strangers around the house
judging by the way she was trying to hide her face while the rest of
her body was completely visible.

At last Charles was able to free his leg from the grip of little
Paula, and before he could leave she made her mother bend over and she
whispered something in her ear.

"She wants to give you a kiss," her mother told Charles. "I guess she
wants to thank you for caring for her."

Her mother lifted Paula in her arms and she place her near Charles's
face, little Paula then pressed her lips on his left cheek as she
threw her arms around his head.

"This is strange, it's the first time ever that she's made friends
with anyone. Usually when there are strangers around, she will go and
hide somewhere. I think that she likes you. By the way I am Clara
Welden and this is Renee my older daughter."

Renee appeared very shy when she realized that her mother was talking
about her. She then hid her face completely with the material of the
curtain and at the same time he could hear her giggling behind the
curtain.

"Well I am Charles Capland and as you know I live next door."

He talked with Clara for a few more minutes, he told her that he was
still going to school. For her part she said to Charles that her
husband was working in Brockville - a town almost two hundreds miles
away - and since he couldn't come here often in Linkerson, she went to
see him there once in a while.

Of course Charles knew that she was lying since his brother had
learned from his friend, the assistant chief of police, that her
husband was serving time in Brockville's jail.

Before he left, Renee finally removed her face from behind the curtain
and he was able to see that she was rather beautiful, having green
eyes that matched perfectly the auburn color of her hair while her
thick lips revealed her white teeth as she smiled at him.

He didn't see anyone from the Welden family for the rest of the day,
but when he got up the following morning, he was surprised to see both
girls sitting on the swing in his back yard.
Both, his brother and father had previously left to work while his
mother had gone back to bed after preparing breakfast for the two men.
Being alone and having nothing better to do, he decided to go and talk
with the two girls.

He was in for a shock when he approached them. Renee had little Paula
sitting on her lap and both girls were swinging.
But what attracted his attention the most, was the sight of the girls'
cotton panties as the wind forced their dresses well above their knees
whenever they swung forward and toward him.
Renee's panties had holes in them and he could see part of one of her
bottom cheek where a bigger hole decorated the panties.

It was the most erotic spectacle that he had ever seen in his life. He
was glad that both girls were facing the back of the yard, that way if
his mother should happen to glance out of the window, she would not be
treated with the same view. If she saw what he was feasting his eyes
on, she certainly wouldn't appreciate it as much as he did.

He was mesmerized by what he was seeing. Even little Paula's panties
were full of holes and there was even one in the material right over
her cunt; he could actually see the bare skin underneath. As soon as
he was near them, Paula told her sister to put her down and she ran
toward him and then begged him to take her into his arms.
Just as she had done the previous day, she threw her little arms
around his neck and held him tightly as soon as he had her in his
arms.

So as to break the silence, he asked Renee what grade she was in.
She didn't reply; instead she simply giggled and turned her face away
from him while she kept on swinging and exposing her worn panties.

When he noticed that she wasn't looking at him, he concentrated his
attention on the spot directly over her cunt; he could actually see
the outline of her two lips and even the crack in-between them. There
was a very small hole right in the center. It was way too small for
him to see what was underneath, especially from where he was. But the
fact that her cunt's lips were barely covered and so close to being
exposed was exciting him greatly.

The first thing he realized when he finally moved his eyes away, was
that he had an erection. While Paula kept on hugging him, he look at
Renee and he realized that she was staring at the front of his pants,
she was looking exactly where his pulsating cock was causing a bulge.
It then occurred to him that because of the fact that the girls'
father was not living with them and having no brother, it meant that
she probably didn't know exactly what was responsible for the tent
pole in his pants. This did explain her persistant staring at the
front of his pants. She was probably trying to figure out what was
causing the front of his pants to be so bulging.

For a while he was under the impression that she was going to say
something, but instead she kept on staring at the front of his pants.
Finally he managed to put Paula down and without saying a word to
either girl. He hurried back into his house where he rushed into his
room and proceeded to release his rampaging cock from the prison of
his pants.
All that it took were a few dozen strokes and he felt the strong
climax bringing release to his passions.

He didn't see the girls nor their mother for the next couple of days
since it was raining most of the time. But by the third day after the
panties incident, while he was sitting on the swing early in the
morning and hoping that the two girls would join him, he heard their
mother calling him over.

"Would you mind very much watching the girls for an hour while I go to
the store? I know that Paula won't give you trouble since she adores
you; as for Renee, well she is still very shy when you are around, but
I know that she will listen to you."

What was he to say? He had been hoping for the last few days to see
the two girls again and now their mother was giving him the
responsibility of watching over them for a whole hour.

"No I don't mind. They can come over and play on the swing."

"Well they are still wearing their night shirts; you can come inside
and as soon as they are dressed they can go out on the swings with you
."

Charles didn't bother to tell his mother where he was going.
For one thing she was still sleeping, besides he often went with his
friends for a couple of hours without telling her where he was. She
never seemed to mind his leaving, as long as he was on time for
dinner.

He crossed over and they went into the house.
As soon as Paula saw him she rushed toward him and hugged his legs
whereas Renee looked at him with a broad smile on her lips.

Yes she is really beautiful, he told himself. The more he examined her
the more he found her attractive.

Before he could go on admiring Renee, her mother said to him.

"As you probably have noticed, Renee has trouble with her hearing. I
am trying to teach her to read lips but she still has a lot to learn.
Since she can't hear properly she has a little trouble to talk, but by
using her hands and fingers she does managed to make herself
understood to others. But she is a good girl and she won't give you
any trouble."

It suddenly occurred to Charles that he hadn't heard Renee say a
single word yet, this was the reason why he found her different from
the other girls of her age. She probably had never gone to school
either, he told himself, and being in the house all the time with her
mother, it did explain why she was extremely shy. But she now seemed
more at ease with him as he watched her smiling.

To his horror, he then saw her eyes focussing at the front of his
pants; he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Had she told her mother
about the tent pole in his pants? Of course not, she couldn't speak,
so it was most improbable that she had done so.

As soon as Clara left, he went to sit in the living room. Both Paula
and Renee followed him there and they chose to sit on the couch, he
had to choice but to sit in the upholstered chair with the wide arms.
No sooner was he installed into the chair, that Paula went to him and
not bothering to ask his permission, she crawled on his laps and sat
on him.

Renee was still staring at him from the couch and he would have given
much to know what she was thinking.

Since there was no use in talking to Renee, he concentrated his effort
on Paula who could talk fairly well. But soon she got tired of
answering her numerous questions and when she saw he was no longer
answering her, she began to tickle him on his arms.

In a playful manner he tickled her back under her arm and in reaction
to this she suddenly threw herself backward and he had to catch her
before she felt to the floor.

But in the process her nightgown was lifted around her waist and he
had a close up view of her white panties. There weren't as many holes
in them as the ones she had been wearing on the swing, but still he
could see a few, especially over her tender little cunt.
The holes were probably due to the corroding effect caused by the few
drops of piss that soaked into the material each time she urinated.

Paula was having the time of her life now, tickling him everywhere she
could while he responded in a similar manner. Then before he knew it,
Renee was standing next to the chair and trying to help her sister
with her fingers moving under Charles' arms.

This went on for a couple of minutes and soon Renee sat on the arm of
the chair as she helped her sister. Charles wasn't too sure how the
older girl was going to react if he was to try to tickle her, so at
first he kept his hands on the little one. Then Renee got bolder and
before long she was half lying on her sister and also on Charles. Her
back was now available to his hand and he tried a quick pass
underneath her arms over her gown.

He discovered that she was even more ticklish than her younger sister
was as she twisted her body like a snake, and soon both girls were
sitting on his laps. Charles then had an idea.
Placing one hand on each of the girls' thighs, always over their gown
of course, he tried to explain to them that he wanted to see which of
the two was going to resist the longer to his squeezing hands as he
moved them higher over their respective thighs. He had a little
trouble explaining this to Renee, but soon enough she caught on to the
idea and the game began. First Paula's thigh was squeezed then it was
Renee's turn.

He could now tell that Renee was beginning to grow breasts, judging by
the twin swells in her gown. Even her thighs were almost as thick as
his own.
Charles then told himself that he had to stop this game before the
girls' mother got home. His hands were now very high on each thigh and
he knew that it would be hard to explain to their mother what he was
trying to do.

Higher and higher went his hands and soon he had the thumb of each of
his hand over their respective cunts. Of course he knew that the
little one couldn't care less as to where he was touching her, but
Renee being much older knew better. Or did she?

Having never attended school, and with no male in the house, it
occurred to Charles that she was probably as ignorant as the little
one about the male anatomy while sex was just a word to her. He was
more than willing to teach her, but what if her mother found out about
it ? Worse still, what if she should tell his mother that he had been
fondling her.

This had the effect of a cold shower on his eagerness and he didn't go
further with his hands.
But Paula wanted to have her turn now, she wanted to see if he was
going to resist the action of her tickling hands over his thighs. So
she began to squeeze Charles' thighs.
Her older sister, not wanting to be left out of the fun, also began to
press and pinch Charles left thigh, which was now between her legs as
she sat on him.

He soon felt Renee's hands high on his left thigh; then when she
realize that it did not seem to have a visible effect on him, she
moved her hands higher and before he was fully aware of it she was
squeezing his erection.

Renee felt something hard under her hand, something that had no
business being there, she therfore concentrated all of her effort in
squeezing this hard pole. She even moved her bottom higher so as to
have better access to this facinating lump.

By now Charles was not paying any attention to Paula's hands, which
she had moved under his right arm; instead of paying attention to
Paula's hand, all of his attention was focussed on Renee's hands over
his cock.

Renee soon realized that something had suddently change drastically in
their play.
First she was holding this warm flesh pole that had no business being
there and then Charles, who until then hadn't been reacting very
strongly to her tickling, was now breathing very fast while his face
had turned very red.

Was she hurting him? Certainly not since he could easily make her
stop. Something was telling her that he was enjoying what she was
doing to him and it then occurred to her that he must be experiencing
the same sort of pleasure that she felt whenever she would move her
hand between her own legs. Her mother had never caught her playing
with herself and therefore she had never been told that it was not
proper to fondle herself or to touch anyone there for that matter. She
therfore continued to feel and stroke Charles' cock, even though her
hands were getting tired.

Charles knew that he was now very near a climax and for the first time
in his life, it was going to be made to have an orgasm by a hand other
than his own. But before he got the release, which his body as well as
his mind was expecting, Renee suddenly stopped fondling him.
She looked at him as though she was expecting some kind of reaction.

But little Paula having watched her older sister rubbing the front of
Charles' pants for a minute or so, wanted her turn at this new game.
She shoved her two hands over the front of his pants and she took over
where her sister had left.

"What is it that you have in your pants?" she suddenly said as she
proceeded to investigate with her hands.

Both girls were waiting for him to answer now. Charles was very ill at
ease and not knowing exactly what to say, he just reached for Paula's
hands and he pushed them aside.

"This is not for your hands. You wouldn't like it if I was to touch
you between your legs, so you mustn't touch me there."

"You didn't seem to mind when Renee was doing it so why won't you let
me? Beside you can feel me if you want," Paula quickly answered. "I
don't mind; will you show me what you have in your pants if I let you
touch me?"

By now Renee had moved herself into a sitting position on the arm of
the chair and for the first time in Charles' presence, she nodded her
head while at the same time making a funny sound with her mouth.
It was apparent to Charles that she was in complete agreement with her
sister and she also wanted to know more about this strange thing in
his pants.

Paula then seized one of Charles' hands and she placed it under her
gown right over her little cunt. He could feel her cotton panties as
well as the few holes here and there. He would have preferred to have
his hand over Renee's more mature cunt, but he knew that unlike the
little one, Renee was aware that this sort of play was leading them to
something very naughty.
He told himself that it was probably her intention to wait and see
what was going to happen with Paula before she implicated herself
further into this game.

By now Paula felt that she had all the right in the world to continue
her investigation of the mysterious object, so she once again
proceeded to fondle the front of Charles' pants with both of her
hands. She was now doing this under the attentive eyes of her older
sister.

As Paula's little hands squeezed and pressed his erection once again,
he proceeded to do the same to her young cunt. He was surprised to
discover that even through the material of her knickers he could
actually feel the slit between her cunt's lips. As he rubbed his index
finger a little deeper into that mini valley, she began to shove her
lower body against his hand. But even then, she still continued to
pull and clutch the material of his pants over his rock-hard cock.

"I want to see."

She was now trying to open his pants, but having no experience in the
matter, she was getting nowhere. Charles didn't know exactly what to
do now. Should he help her or should he put an end to all of this
before it went too far?

"Help me Renee," said Paula in desperation.

While both girls were struggling with the buttons at the front of his
pants, Charles couldn't stop his exploring fingers on Paula's cunt. He
wanted to make them stop but at the same time he was hoping that they
would go on. They had initiated the whole thing but on the other hand
he was older and he knew that he should do something before this got
out of hand .

Before he could act, it was already too late as he felt a small hand
reaching through the opening at the front of his pants; Paula was
trying to wrap her fingers around his cock over his underwear. The
friction that she was unintentionally causing around his erection was
fantastic; he found himself wishing that she would keep doing this for
a long time.
He could feel their hands on his cock, but he couldn't see exactly
what was happening since by now Paula's bottom was sitting over his
belly button and her back was preventing him from observing the
movements of her hands over his hardness.

But soon he felt fresh air over his erection and he knew that she had
stretched the elastic waist band of his underwear and she was
examining his exposed cock.
For a short while then, her hands stop moving. He knew that both girls
were examining his now extremely hard cock. Later he felt two pairs of
hands all over his hardness and he realized that he was now very close
to an orgasm.

When he looked at Renee, he noticed that her face was very red from
the emotion while her attention was completely focussed on the
movement of her hands. He then felt a hand reaching for his balls deep
into his underwear. His balled were lifted and gently squeeze thus
still increasing his pleasure. It then became evident to him that it
was Renee's hand. Paula's hand would not have been able to hold both
of his balls at the same time and beside he could feel the long
fingers reaching to the very base of his scrotum.

This went on for ten minutes, he let them play and explore his cock
and balls while he enjoyed the wonderful sensation of having two pairs
of hands fondling him at the same time. He then knew that he wouldn't
be able to restrain his crisis much longer if this went on much
longer.
As soon as Renee's hand had a tight grip around his pulsating prick,
he placed his own hand around her wrist and he proceeded to guide her
wrist up and down and thus forcing her hand to move along the length
of his cock in a pumping action.

Renee could tell that he wanted her to do something with her hand but
she just couldn't figure out exactly what. Then as she felt her wrist
being forced to move back and forth, while her hand was squeezing his
pole of flesh tightly, she became fascinated when she saw it move
within her hand even though the skin that covered it still remained in
contact with her hand.
She could feel something very hard inside the loose skin as it moved
back and forth. Then she noticed Charles' reaction as he began to
grunt.

When she looked at his face which was all distorted now, it occured to
her that the motion of her hand was causing him a great deal of
pleasure.

While Paula was playing with his balls, Renee kept on pumping his cock
even though he had now released her wrist. It was now evident to her
that he wanted her to keep on pumping him and she figured that
something was going to happen. She could tell since he was now
grunting faster and deeper while he was helping her stroking hand with
thrusts of his lower body.

Then it happened. The first gush of his thick white spunk hit Paula on
the cheek and the next one flew in a parabolic path to fall on the
floor a few feet away. These were accompanied by a third and a forth
gush. When Charles finally felt the surge of intense pleasure
receding, he looked at Renee who was still stroking his cock. A blob
of spunk had hit her forehead and while gravity was doing its work on
it, he could see it starting to drip down toward her nose. She didn't
even seem to be aware that it was there.

At last he made her stop. When she pulled her hand away from his
softening cock, he watched her examining her spunk coated hand for a
few seconds, then as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she
simply wiped her hand on her nightgown. But both girls were now very
amazed by the fact that his cock was less than half the size that it
had been a few seconds earlier. At last Paula spoke.

"Did you see. He peed some white stuff."

"No, it's not pee." Charles was quick to correct. "It's something that
comes from my .....penis whenever it is rubbed like Renee was doing."

It was getting late and the girls' mother was due to be back any
minute now. So before either of the two girls had time to protest, he
shoved his now limp cock back into his pants and he got up from the
chair. The thought then occurred to him that if either of the two
girls was to tell their mother what he had made them do, he was going
to be severely punished by his parents, not to mention the scandal it
could cause.

"Listen now. You mustn't tell your mother or anyone else what we have
just done. If you do tell I will never come back here again. Do you
understand?"

Renee nodded that she understood but Paula simply stood still staring
at him.

"Will you let me play again with your pee pee then?"

"Yes. Yes. But you mustn't say a word or I will never speak to you
again."

"When will you let us do that again?" asked little Paula.

"Soon, and I will teach you something that I know that you will both
like. But you must never tell a word about this. Do you agree?"

Both girls nodded in agreement and Charles felt much better.

(To be continued)    <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mandil/www/>

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