Neighbor’s Family (m/f inc nc con?)
by Overtime

Chapter 1

George woke up pissed off at 3 am.  Something--some noise--had pulled him away from his dreams, back to the reality of his suck-ass existence.  He’d been working a lot of hours lately, and he needed his sleep.

"If this is those fucking kids on one of those stupid mini-motorcycles again," he groggily thought as he got out of bed and wandered over to the living room window.  He looked out and saw nothing, but he was still pissed.  His head swam with violent images of threatening to kill those kids if they did it again or of simply kicking one of their asses.  If he did that, though, he’d have to worry about the potential retaliations that might come as a new cadre of neighborhood terrorists would be born, bent on destroying his property.

His anger overcame the better of his common sense.  He went back to the bedroom and put on some shorts.  He opened a kitchen drawer and took out his Taurus 38 caliber short nose revolver and put it in his pocket.  He knew he wouldn’t use it, and the thing only held five rounds, making it not much good in a gunfight.  Still, he’d like to have something more than just his dick in his hand if he was going to go around threatening the neighborhood punks.

He opened the front door and went out into the darkness of the summer night.  The air was balmy, and it was quiet.  He walked around, not seeing anything or anyone outside.  He walked around to the side yard where a sidewalk crossed in between his and his neighbor’s house, winding down to a park.  He started walking toward the park when he heard a crash and a stifled cry from his neighbor’s back yard.

His neighbor, Brian, was a US Marine, late in his career, with a smoking hot Brazilian wife he had met somewhere in the jungle and taken back to America.  She was ten years his junior.  He had two gorgeous daughters from a previous marriage.  The oldest was a senior in high school.  She was one of those Goth chicks who dressed in black all the time and was eternally depressed.  With darker features, she had a great ass, a nice set of tits, and a very athletic build.  The oldest daughter and the stepmother could be seen jogging all over the neighborhood, and everyone mistook them for sisters.  They’d make an 84-year-old man turn his head when they went by.  Brian had recently gotten his wife pregnant, so it had been a few months since the neighborhood had been blessed with the jogging hotties.

The younger daughter, George believed, had the most potential.  He had no plans to act on his fantasies, but she had starred in a few of them.  Opposite to her sister, she was a natural blonde with perfect skin and the same athletic build, but she had a sunny disposition and was very outgoing and polite.  At 15, her breasts had filled out almost to the size of her sister’s--a stunning C cup on a skinny girl with no extra body fat.

Because the house next door was filled with such beauty, George was leery to go poking around in his neighbor’s back yard just because he thought he had heard some noises.  If he got caught, everybody that heard would assume he was over there spying on the women.

On second thought, George believed that if he did get caught on his property that Brian would believe his story.  They were pretty good buds.  So George crept into his neighbor’s back yard, keeping low, and moving around toward his back sliding glass door.  He listened for a few minutes and thought he heard the sounds of women crying and pleading.  The tone of their voices suggested that something wasn’t right.  This wasn’t just some sort of domestic dispute going on.  George kept low and leaned around the gas grill to get a peak into the house.

What he saw startled and amazed him, held him transfixed.  He saw all four family members on their knees with hands bound behind their backs and feet tied together.  Two young punks were pulling the arms of the two daughters up, forcing the women’s’ chests to stick out and causing them to yelp in pain.  A third man was fondling the large, milk-filled breasts of Brian’s pregnant wife.  Each man had a large caliber automatic tucked in his belt.

The sliding glass door was slightly cracked open, and George shifted his position to get his ear close to the opening so that he could hear what was going on.  What appeared to be a young Puerto Rican man was speaking with a think accent.

Yes, these the women who been jogging all around, showing off them hot bodies.  OK, pops, we got your money.  See, I told you they was women in this house.  Now we going to have some fun, he spoke.

"I’ll fucking kill you if you lay a hand on," Brian was trying to say when he was rudely kicked over on his side.

"You ain’t going to do nothing.  You just going to lay there and shut your fucking mouth."

George could see Brian working desperately to free his bonds as the men started to take liberties with the ladies.  So far, no one had seen George in the darkness of the patio.  He believed he would be able to slip back behind the gas grill and back to his place to phone the police.  He sure wasn’t going to go barging into the room with all those guns and he with only a small 38.  He started to move but stopped when he saw one of the intruders remove a long knife from his pocket and began to cut open the front of the youngest daughter’s shirt.  He then cut her bra, and her ample breasts were exposed.  George was transfixed, unable to bring himself from starring at the young girl’s magnificent chest.

At that moment Brian had managed to free one of his hands, having had a renewed burst of energy when he saw his youngest daughter’s breasts exposed.  He got up, and before anyone could stop him, wobbled over and got a hard right hand punch to the side of the man who had cut his daughter’s clothes.  The man staggered, then removed his gun from his belt and pointed it at Brian.  One of the other men, the one who had been speaking, stayed his hand.

"Oh, you going to pay for that pops.  You going to pay dear, but we no shoot you yet.  We got some more fun for you planned.  Get him up!"

Two of the men lifted Brian up to his full height, standing him in front of his youngest daughter.  The man with the knife cut the rope binding the young girls arms.

"Now you take out your daddy’s cock.  You hear me.  Take it out of his pants."

"No," Brian pleaded.  "No, you can’t make her do that."

"Oh yes we can.  Yes we can just fine.  Take it out honey."

"Daddy," his daughter wept.

"You don’t take out daddy’s cock, we going to kill him."

Reluctantly, with no choice in the matter, the young blonde girl moved closer to her father and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his jeans.  She looked at the assailant who had been speaking, and then she pulled down his pants and underwear.  His cock was exposed before her face.

Brian’s penis was still flaccid.  The man commanded the little girl to touch it and to move her hand on it back and forth, but Brian still remained soft.  This angered the man, and he reached in his pocket and drew out a bag of white powder.

"Here, bitch.  You rub this on there.  Give me you little hand.  Yes, now rub this on your father’s pp whole."

The young girl followed instructions and rubbed the white powder around her fathers opening.  As she drew the white powder around his cock, it instantly started growing, and became rock hard.  She continued to stroke the cock, mesmerized by the transformation.  The man commanded her to suck the cock, and, placing it in her mouth, she immediately found that the taste of the white powder mixed with her saliva and the taste of his penis was exhilarating.  She continued moving her mouth up and down over the cock, twirling her tongue around the head and gently stroking the shaft with her small hand.  In only a few minutes Brian found that he could take it no more.  His daughter was shocked when the creamy mess erupted.  She moved her mouth away, and his cream landed on her breasts, dripping there in globs.

Brian was completely humiliated, but his penis was still completely erect.  His daughter just starred up at the fleshy monster.  Meanwhile one of the men had cut the bonds of his older daughter.  As soon as her hands were loose she tried to fight them, but two of the men were on her.  As the leader pointed a gun at her father, the two men stripped the older daughter naked.

"Here, hold her legs apart."

Two of the men spread the older daughter’s legs.  The leader came over and spit on the girl’s pussy, moving his tongue back forth along her slit.  She continued to struggle against them, but to no avail.  When she was good and coated with the man’s saliva, he wet his finger and stuck it into his bag of white powder.  Then he placed his finger at the top of her opening and rubbed it around.  The girl immediately stopped struggling and gasped.  The man continued to work his finger around her clit, and with his other hand he inserted two fingers and started moving them in and out of her pussy.  The girl started moaning, and the man moved his mouth up to her breasts and sucked them.  She again gasped and continued her moans.  He next moved his powered finger around and around on her nipples.  Brian’s oldest daughter was in ecstasy, moving up onto the man’s fingers, writhing, and moaning as he also pinched and sucked her nipples.

"Now your father’s got a present for you," the man said.

"No," Brian pleaded. "Please."

The men placed her doggie style in front of her father and pushed Brian down.  They told the younger daughter to put her daddy’s cock up near the entrance on her sister’s hole.  The older daughter backed directly onto her father’s cock with no coaxing from the men.  She proceeded to ride him back and forth.  Her father found he could not stop himself and started fucking her back.  They continued fucking while the men proceeded to strip the other two women completely naked.

George was transfixed on the scene unfolding in his neighbor’s house.  His cock had grown rock hard, and, when he saw the youngest girl stripped naked, he grabbed himself and started stroking.  While Brian continued to fuck his older daughter, the two of them slamming back and forth against each other, the leader was now having his cock sucked by the younger girl.  Of the two other men, one was having his cock sucked by Brian’s pregnant wife, while the other man was fingering her pussy from behind.

George continued to stroke his cock, watching the cute blonde girl suck the man, watching her cute little ass and beautiful blonde pussy.  He had had enough, and he started shooting his load all over the gas grill.  George took a few minutes to recover, and then he looked back inside the room.  The man who had been fingering Brian’s wife’s pussy now had his dick inside her, banging her hard while his buddy continued to force her to suck his cock.  This man was also squeezing her large breasts and trying to pinch her nipples in the hopes that milk might come out.  Brian’s wife did not seem to be enjoying any of it, unlike Brian and his daughter who were still going at it.

Then George noticed that the leader had decided to take the youngest daughter’s pussy.  He had her turn around and bend over, and he was trying to force his wet finger inside her.  George had watched the action to this point in a hypnotic state of shock and arousal, but at the sight of this his male jealousy flared.  He couldn’t stand to watch this beautiful young woman deflowered by this punk.  George removed his Taurus from his pocket.  He wedged his left hand in the crack of the sliding glass door.  Just as the leader managed to insert enough of his fingers into the young blonde’s pussy to make her scream out in pain as he broke her hymen, just as Brian and his older daughter finally climaxed together and fell exhausted into a heap on the floor, just as one of the men fucking Brian’s wife shot his load deep inside her baby-filled snatch, just as the other man pulled his cock from Brian’s wife’s mouth and came all over her breasts, as milk began to flow from her nipples, George flung open the sliding door.  He whipped his gun around and shot at the man manipulating Brian’s youngest daughter.  Blood dripped from both his fingers and the massive head wound.  The two men with Brian’s wife reacted too slowly, and George shot them both in the center of their chests.

Before George called the police, he untied Brian, and he told them all to get cleaned up and to put their clothes back on.  As they moved about fixing themselves, George picked up the bag of white powder and put it in his pocket.  He wasn’t sure what it was, but he thought it might be worth keeping.

The cops came, and fortunately for Brian’s family, were not particularly interested in the excruciating details of the home invasion after the three assailants were identified and determined to have warrants for gun and drug charges.  The family remained in a state of shock and only reported to the cops on the initial break-in and robbery.  George feigned ignorance in answering any questions dealing with the violation of the women by the three men.
