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Subject: {ASSM} New Neighbors  part 1  by Mandil
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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 most everyone else in Linkenson were on
the very edge of being considered poor. 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 opposite sex. Besides,
his parents had raised him to be a good Catholic like the very great
majority of Linkenson and in those days it was simply not proper
for a boy of fourteen to hang around with girls and even less so to
go out with them.

Of course Charles had friends with whom he spent a lot of time, but
like him, they weren't too informed about the opposite sex. 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 PTA 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 with his
friends in the local park; he saw an old truck parked in the driveway
of the empty house next to their own house.
The house 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 - as if someone had
wanted to get rid of the dress and had given it to her -also she kept
following her mother everywhere she went while holding on to her
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. But Charles learned a couple of days later that he 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 try to stay away as much as possible
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 to 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 sit on it, she felt backward on her back
on the grass.
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." While she said this she reached behind her head
with her left hand and began rubbing it.

"Let me see."

After 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 in a
second." As he said this Charles proceeded to rub the back of her
head with his hand.

The girl reacted by hugging him even harder while she shoved her
face harder against his shoulder. Charles began to feel compassion
for the little girl and he held her tightly in his arms trying to calm
her. Soon, she was quiet. He then focussed his attention on the rest
of her body, at least those parts of her that he hadn't paid too much
attention to yet.
He could see her exposed upper thighs, which were being pressed
by his arm 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 pass 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 didn't want to remove her arms
from around Charles's neck and no matter what her mother said to
her, she couldn't make her release her hold on Charles.
As last 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 were walking back to her
house, "usually she is extremely shy of people 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 and even though she was not a
stunningly beautiful woman, she had a rather pleasant face. When
they reached the house, he had to enter before being able to make
Paula release the hold that she had around his neck.
Even then, when she was on her two feet, 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 acted - 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 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."

Without any hesitation whatsoever, her mother brought Paula near
Charles's face and little Paula pressed her lips on his left cheek as
she pressed his head against her mouth with 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 goes and hides
somewhere. I think that she like you. By the way I am Clara Welden
and this is Renee my older daughter."

Renee was so shy when she realized that her mother was talking
about her that she hid her face completely with the material of the
curtain while he could hear her giggling behind the curtain.

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

He and Clara talked for a few minutes and 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 sixty miles away - and
since he couldn't come here often in Linkerson, she went to see him
there once in a while.
Of course he 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 both 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, since if his
mother should happen to glance out of the window, she would be
treated with the same view.  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 put her down and
she ran toward him and asked him to take her in 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 picked her up.

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 all the time 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. As Paula kept on hugging him, he
noticed  Renee staring at the front of his pants, exactly where his
pulsating cock caused the bulge.
It then occurred to him that since the girls' father was not living
with them,  plus the fact that they had no brother, meant that she
probably didn't know exactly what was responsible for the tent pole
in his pants.
For a second or so 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 the house where he rushed into his
room and released his rampaging cock from the prison of his pants.
All that it took was 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 to see the two girls 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 come out."

Charles didn't bother to tell his mother where he was going. For one
thing she was still sleeping and besides he often went with his friends
for a couple of hours without telling her where he was going. 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 looked at 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  can't talk except by using
her hands and fingers. 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 and 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, explained why she was extremely shy. But she
now seemed more at ease with him as he watched her smiling at
him.
To his horror, he 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, he told himself, 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. Since 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 than Paula went
to him and not bothering to ask his permission, 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 his questions and
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 was sitting 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 soon she was half lying on her sister and also on Charles and
while her back was now available to his hand 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, 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 than it was Renee's.

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 could actually feel
the thumb of each 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 sex.
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 daughters.

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 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
saw that it was having no visible effect on him, she moved her
hands higher and before he was fully aware of it she was squeezing
his cock.

Renee felt something hard in his pants, something that had no business
being there and she concentrated all of her effort in squeezing this
hard pole. She even moved her bottom higher so as to have better
access to his erection.
By now Charles was not paying any attention to Paula's hands,
which she had moved under his right arm; instead, all of his
attention was focussed on Renee's hands over his cock.

Renee soon realized that something was all wrong. 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 enjoyed whenever she touched her
hand between her 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 a boy there for that matter. She 
continued to feel and stroke Charles' cock,
even though her hands were getting tired.

He knew that he was now very near a climax and for the first time
in his life, it was going to be induced by  hands 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 was looking at him as though 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
her sister's place pressing and squeezing.

"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. Charles was now very ill
at ease and not knowing exactly what to say, he just reached for
Paula's hands and he pulled 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 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.

Then Paula seized one of Charles' hands and she brought it under her
gown right over her tight, little cunt. He could feel her cotton panties as 
well as
a 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 knew that this sort of play was leading them
somewhere she had never been before. 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 and she once again
proceeded to fondle the front of his pants with both of her hands and
all under the attentive eyes of her older sister.

As he felt her little hands over his erection he began to move his
fingers over her little 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
her slit, he felt her shoving her lower body against his hand. But
even then, she still continued to press and squeeze the material 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.
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 on the front of his
pants, Charles kept rubbing his fingers over 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 act 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 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 hoping that she would keep doing
this for a while.
Even though he could feel their hands, he couldn't see exactly what
was happening since by now Paula's bottom was resting over his
belly button and her back was blocking the movement 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 as she was
examining  his exposed cock.
A short time 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 and her attention was completely focussed on the
movement of her hands. He couldn't see what either girl was doing
but as soon as he felt a hand reaching for his balls deep into his
underwear and squeezing them, he knew that it was Renee's hand
since she was able to hold both balls at the same time.
For the next few minutes he let them play and explore his cock and
balls as 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 prevent much longer what was bound to happen..
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 and thus forcing her hand to move along the length
of his cock.

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 was fascinated when she saw
it move within her hand even though the skin that covered it
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 his reaction as he began to grunt. When she looked at his
face which was all distorted, she realized that the motion of her hand
was causing him a great deal of pleasure.
While Paula was playing with his balls, she kept on pumping his
cock even though he had released her wrist. She now knew what he
wanted her to do 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 an ark to fall on the floor a
few feet away. These were accompanied by a third and a forth and
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 as gravity was doing its work on it, it could
be seen beginning 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. 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 and before either of the two girls had time to protest,
he shoved his now limp cock back in 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 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)














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