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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)