My Neighbour's Bratty Daughter

Hi readers! Just wanted to make a note about how this story works - It was put together with feedback from readers on another platform in the choose-your-own-adventure style. After each segment, I asked folks to pick from a few optional themes for the next segment. Here's the results of the first two chapters. Enjoy!

~~Part 1~~

This is not a romance, and it doesn't make me look like a particularly good dude, but sometimes you just have to take the wins that life gives you.

Especially when they beg for it.

I'll spare you the finer details of how I found myself caught up in this whole...thing. Suffice it to say that my neighbour Luis is the proud father of one exceptionally talented daughter, Gabriella, and that I'm not quite the neighbour I should be.

I like Luis. He brings a beer over after we finish cutting our lawns on Saturday. He lends me tools when I need them. He waves if he sees me pulling into the driveway after work. He's a good dude. It's almost enough to make me feel guilty for the things I do to his sweet angel when he's not looking.

Gabriella. Gabi. What a little hell raiser. I might not be the neighbour Luis thinks I am, but she couldn't be further from the sweet, clever, perfect daughter he's always telling me about. For the first few months after her parents moved in next to me, she was just the exemplary kid that they gushed about, a pretty picture on top of their mantle. She's in school a few hours away, they told me. Great grades, they said. Never gives us any problems, such a good girl, she'll be home for the summer soon.

If only they knew.

This is as much her fault as mine, I'll have you know. She wanted this. No, really, I'm not bullshitting you. She begged, literally, on hands and knees for it.

It started out as an innocent game of flirty teasing. She'd lay out on the pool deck in their backyard in these scrumptious swimsuits whenever I was out working on my yard. Then she graduated to nosey little "whatcha doooooing?" probes. Then it was just so gosh darn hot one day, and didn't I want to come over for a dip in the pool with her?

She's 20 years old. I'm 36. I had no fucking business taking the bait. But you know what? Fuck you. She knew what she was doing.

She was naked in my living room 20 minutes later. My cock was in her mouth moments after that.

And she gave just the laziest, most atrocious head you've ever seen.

The thing about Gabi is that she's very self-aware. She's got a hot little body, an exceedingly pretty smile, and these big dark eyes that make it way too hard to say 'no' to her. None of this is news to her; the boys at school just trip over themselves for her attention, according to her, and she lives for it. Her words, not mine - Gabi's a lot of things, but her nearly-vapid obsession with squeezing devotion out of undeserving subjects is almost pathological.

But, as I said, she's a terrible fuck. I told her so, too.

"Was that good, Daddy?" she asked, still on her knees between my legs as she wiped an errant drop of cum off her lips.

My poor prick felt like it had been chewed up and spit out. I guess, in a way, it had been. All teeth, no depth. She looked pretty as a picture beaming up at me from the floor, waiting for the kind of praise she was used to farming up in frat house bedrooms. But boys will lie for another crack at the big time, and I just didn't have it in me.

I winced at the 'Daddy' thing. "It was alright," I said back.

Cue the second thing I learned about Gabi: she's relentless. Christ, if she got half as spunky about her grades as she did about the opinions of a random bachelor that lived next to her parents, she'd actually be the A+ student that her dad thought she was.

"Just...alright?"

"Yeah, I mean, it was really fun. Just...it was okay."

She looked flabbergasted; I could tell she'd never received anything but glowing reviews before. Was this what rejection felt like? I watched the wheels turn in her head.

"But I'm good at blowjobs!"

"Look, you're so sexy, and you looked amazing doing it, it's just - Ah, hell."

"Tell me! I can take it!"

That was the problem. She really couldn't. The barest contact with the back of her throat and it was just endless coughing and retching gags that had me worried about my the fabric of my sofa.

"I just think you need some practice, that's all."

"Oh, I've had practice! Lot's of practice! I've sucked, like, a bunch of cocks. I know I'm good at it."

"Nobody's ever mentioned the teeth?"

She sat back and fixed me with an imperious stare. "No."

"It's just a little abrasive, you know? A lot of scraping."

She worked her pouty lips and crossed her arms impetuously. I felt a little bad.

"It's okay," I assured her. "It's really not a big deal. I'm sorry if you..."

"It is to me," she shot back.

"What is?"

"Sucking dick."

"You...What?"

"I like sucking dick. It's fun. How would you feel if I told you that you were bad at working on cars?"

I am bad at working on cars. The old Dart in my garage that she liked watching me cuss at was still in pieces for a reason. Still, a guy's gotta have hobbies, and so did Gabi.

"Then keep at it," I said, reaching for my pants. "I've never tried it, so I don't know what tips to give you or anything, but I'm sure you'll be world-class in no time."

She put a hand on my thigh before I could get up and pinned me with a look of indignant determination - I'll never forget it.

"Teach me," she demanded.

"I just said..."

"Bullshit. Tell me what to do. Help me get better. I'm serious. Teach me how to suck cock better."

And so it began. The practice.

"That's it," I panted a week later. "Just like we practiced, come on, Gabi."

Her eyes pinched shut and squeezed little drops of frustration down her cheeks, and her fists were knotted balls of focus at her sides as she bore down on me. Those first sessions were rough, but after a solid week of training, she managed to hold me at the threshold of her throat without gagging for a few seconds at a time.

"And up," I said, easing my hand off the back of her head. "Better, much better."

"PWAH!" she spat. "Fuck, that's so hard!"

"It's just a matter of relaxing, really. Over time, it'll get easier."

She massaged my meat dutifully, a foxy little squire polishing my weapon between sparring sessions. There was no reason for her to be naked, but stripping her down once she snuck through the side door always felt like a good, official way to start the lessons. Plus, she had the most ridiculous body, and I loved the way she felt in my hands. Call me old fashioned, but a tight ass in your hand really gets the blood pumping.

"I don't feel like I'm getting much better," she said forlornly. "I think it's too big or hard or something."

"That'll happen when you stuff it in your mouth," I replied.

"I guess."

"Come on," I said, putting my hand back onto the crown of her head. "Let's go again. Ready? And...down."

Another week of that and Gabi really started to show some promise. She cheated a little with some deft wrist work while she focused on my tip, but the effect was pretty encouraging.

"Fuck, Gabs," I panted above her slurps. "That's...Oh, shit. That's fucking great. Oh, holy hell."

She'd been working every part of her game. The angular, amateurish kneeling had turned into this exceptionally hot squat that arched her back beautifully and accentuated her pert little ass in the cutest way possible. Gone were the flickering glances to see if I was close, too; Gabi had mastered the 'fuck me' eyes without any coaching at all, staring up at my face while her lips slipped and slid over my glans effortlessly.

We were a ways away from the throat still, but she was turning into a super serviceable little cocksucker.

"Slow it down," I said breathily. "Gabs, ease up a bit. I don't wanna...Oh, shit!"

Eyes up, tongue working, hand sliding, lips kissing, hips wiggling, ass preening.

"Gabi, hold up...I'm gonna...Fuck, oh my god! I need...I need to..."

She gurgled, pulling me out seconds before disaster as she hummed a self-satisfied "AHHHHH!" and beat my meaty club on her tongue with a wet laugh.

"Oh, god damn," I panted. The relief came in the nick of time.

"What's the matter? Did someone almost blow their load?"

"Actually, yes, you little shit. You're getting way too good at that."

"Ooooh, say that again. I liked it."

She really was a little shit.

"You can have your gold star when you learn to stop punching down so hard with your fist. What are you trying to do, beat me up?"

She stuck her tongue out. "Whatever. You like it."

"I assure you I don't," I laughed. "Now come on, let's try to get some throat holds in before your dad gets home."

"Fine," she sighed. "Guess it would look pretty bad on you if I still had dick breath when he gets in."

"It certainly would. Now come on, mouth open. Ready? And...down."

Of course, the best way to make training stick is to make sure there's some reward mechanism in place too.

"Fuck, oh yes! Faster, Daddy, please! Faster!"

Laid ass-up across my lap in our third week together, Gabi panted like a dog in heat as my fingers squirmed inside of her. Today's lesson had scarcely slid into her stomach before the little minx had wormed her way into position.

"What did I say about the 'Daddy' thing?"

"Mmmm," she pondered in feigned ignorance. "I can't remember. Was t-to busy sucking your cock. Daddy."

That one earned her a smacked ass. It was for her own good, not because I liked the way she squealed. No way.

"Behave," I said. "Or you're not cumming today."

I slipped back into her and she shimmied her hips more than agreeably. "Fine," she said. "But I - Oh! - I like it."

"That's because you're all kinds of fucked up," I chided. Ring finger and middle finger, firm thrusts. Worked every time.

"Oh, but you - AH! Yes! - You like me."

"I wouldn't go that far. You just keep walking into my house whenever your dad isn't around."

"S..shit!" she panted with my hand pinning her head to the cushion. "Yeah, well - Oh my god, right...right there - you're the one...who...who lets me."

I snorted. She was starting to clench around my fingers hard. "I'm not gonna turn down easy head now, am I?"

"I'm not easy! Deeper, please. Oh, fuck, yes!"

Not easy. As if. Who the fuck walks into someone's house on a Saturday morning and hollers "Helloooooo, Dan? I'm here for my cock sucking lesson! Anyone here?"

"Would you shut up and cum already? I've got stuff to do this morning."

"Y...Yes, sir. Right away, sir! Oh, God fucking damn it! Please don't stop!"

Ever the eager beaver, Gabi took to the curriculum like a duck to water. Once the initial gag reflexes were dealt with, it was only a matter of time before she was reliably able to choke most of me back.

"Don't you try being all cute," I said with a laugh sometime in the first week of June.

She'd long since realized that her brown doe eyes were the way to my heart, and had perfected this panicky terrified look with them that just drove me wild every time. She called it her 'suffocating on cock' face. Who the hell says shit like that? Gabi, I guess.

She burbled with a "Grrrrukh," as she backed off me. Her eyes watered and her nose ran, but she was quick with a stroking fist to keep me warm while she caught her breath. "Oh, come on. You love it."

I pushed some hair out of her face. She smiled at the gesture, but it was a little too sweet. "You better save that one for the boys you really like. Don't go breaking out the big guns for just any old shmuck."

"You're an old shmuck, and I break it out for you," she pointed out.

"That's different."

"How? You're old."

"Shut up."

"You are! You're like...my dad's age!"

"Gabi," I warned.

"Okay, fine. Not THAT old. But still like almost twice my age. Is that not weird for you? OH! You twitched! You like it!"

"I'm warning you!"

"What? I'm just saying!"

"Yeah, well, why don't you keep that mouth a little busier before it gets you into trouble, eh?"

She shrugged and popped her lips over me one time before getting a last thought out. "Can we get food after this? Swallowing your kids always gets me so hungry!"

With a great 'harumph', I palmed her head back into place and fumed silently in my seat.

She really was gonna be trouble at some point. But honestly? Something about the way she batted her eyelashes up at me made it hard to care.

And she was kinda cute.

~~ Part 2 ~~

"And then there's this other girl who was in my English lecture, I think her name was Ashley or Ashlynn or something? Total bitch. Like, she'd show up to parties after saying she wasn't gonna come, but she'd wear the tiniest little dresses and all the guys would just be like..."

"Gabi," I said impatiently.

My neighbour's daughter looked at the slobbery cock in her fist like she had forgotten it was there. From her perch between my legs, it was hard to imagine how she could have gotten so distracted, but that was Gabriella for you.

"Oh, shit. Sorry," she said sheepishly.

I brushed a few stray hairs off her face and cupped her jawline. She listened better when she was actually looking at me. Tipping her chin up, I reminded her what we were doing here. "Get back to work, missy. Come on, no stalling now."

Gabi pouted briefly, but it didn't last - she was a bit of a fiend for cock, and got right back to work where she'd left off. She bobbed her head and twisted her wrist with all the practiced skill she'd developed during our previous little get-togethers. Fuck, she looked so fine doing it too; just the tightest little body and her big, dark doe eyes staring right through me, daring me to flood her mouth at a moment's notice. I watched her drool and slurp my pole gladly, offering her little morsels of praise here and there as she practiced on me.

"That's it, Gabs. Squeeze a little tighter. Fuck, girl. Oh, that's so good. More of that. Yes. Yes! Oh, don't you stop doing that. Don't you stop doing that for one second. Just like that. Uh huh. More. Come on, Gabi, more. Faster now, I'm getting...I'm getting close. Come on, you know what to do. F-Finish me off like we...like we practiced. Just like we practiced now!"

With an applaudable effort, Gabi relaxed her throat and leaned in, slipping me as deep as she could manage in the few seconds before I started to erupt into her. I held my hand over the crown of her head, not forcefully, but just firmly enough to keep her in place. Her eyes widened as spurting gushes of cum plastered her tonsils, and I really thought she was finally going to keep it together for once. That was, until...

"GHHHAAK!" came her violent cough, backfiring my whole sticky load the wrong way round. Gloopy gobbets of throat slime and jizz basted my crotch and ran down her chin as the petite co-ed rocked backward in her coughing fit.

"Oh, fuck!"

"I'm sorry," she cried out. "I didn't mean to! I almost had it that time!"

It was a little unfair of me, maybe, to stroke the tail end of my orgasm out while she was still trying to gain her bearings, but nobody likes a ruined nut, and it would be a shame to waste all that prime, organic, farm-to-table lube.

"You have to stop tensing up so much when you know it's c...cumming," I grunted as my last dribbles trickled out. "It's like you're psyching yourself up to flinch."

Gabi scrubbed her forearm across her chin and sulked, flopping backwards onto the floor in a naked little heap. "I'll never get it right. I do suck at this."

Poor thing.

"You're getting better," I offered. My hand was a gloopy mess and the only thing within reach was my own boxers. Any port in a storm, as they say. "Three weeks ago, you would have lost your lunch or bitten my dick off."

"So I really AM bad!" she moaned.

"What? No, I..."

"You're supposed to say 'No, Gabi, you don't suck at this. You're doing great! I'm really proud of you!' Not 'you're getting better.' Getting better still means I'm not good."

Here we go.

"You're being a brat," I accused, dropping my makeshift cum rag on the floor next to my feet once I'd mopped myself clean. Thank God the couch was leather.

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"You hate me!"

"Gabs, come on. Enough."

"You do! You don't even wanna hang out with me."

In all fairness, I kinda didn't. A thirty-something year old man out in public with his twenty year old trophy thing was not a good look. It's not that she wasn't fun, it's just...fuck.

"We're hanging out right now," I pointed out.

"This doesn't count," she retorted. "You just keep me around because you like getting your cock sucked. You're just using me for my mouth."

"You're just using me for my cock, aren't you?"

She peeked at me from behind the forearm she'd draped over her eyes. "Touché."

I studied my little protégé where she lay, naked and dejected. I couldn't leave her like that.

"Come on," I said. "You wanna cum?"

She nodded.

"You gonna come up here and lay across my lap?"

She shook her head.

"Are you being a little shit?"

Another nod.

With a groan and the crackle of aging rice crispy knees, I eased myself off the couch and got onto the ground with Gabi. I could see the corners of her lips fighting the tense urge to curl into a smile as she, once again, got her way.

But maybe that was part of her problem.

"Eeeee!" she squealed as I flipped her over. "So strong. HEY!"

I slapped her ass. Hard.

"What was that fo...OH!"

"If you're gonna be a pain in the ass, you're gonna have to reap what you sow."

"Fuck!" she grunted as another crack rang out. "I thought you were gonna...Ow! I thought you were gonna make me cum!"

Hand poised to strike a fifth time, I weighed her words. "Are you gonna stop being a brat?"

Silence.

"Are you?"

Even her quiet 'no', spoken directly into the carpeted floor, carried the telltale note of an impish grin.

"Shame, that," I said as the next blow fell. "You let me know when you change your mind."

*******

True to form, Gabi developed a newfound penchant for the spankings. She always caved and took her fingering in the end, but not before her ass had developed rosy glow. Alarmingly, that rosy glow started straying closer to a tender bruising, and she had to start planning her outfits accordingly.

"Dan the man!" Luis called over the fence, hailing me with his BBQ tongs in hand as I got home from work. "What's shaking, my man? Come grab a burger? I made plenty!"

His wife, Maria, floated around causally on a pool float to wave 'hello' as I replied. "Ah, thanks Lou. I'm alright. Next time."

"You sure? Why don't you come over for a swim, eh? Water's perfect today."

"That's what I said," Maria replied. "Gabs, hun, you really should hop in. Why don't you go get changed. You're making me feel hot in those pants. How the hell are you wearing jeans in this heat."

We shared a knowing look as she bit back her grin. Instead of admitting that her buttcheeks were trending towards yellow and purple, she replied with "I'm okay in the shade. Maybe later."

"Suit yourself," her mother shrugged.

Luis tossed me a bewildered look and turned another sausage over the flames. "Ah, whadya do, eh? I put in a pool, nobody uses it. Seriously, feel free. What's mine is yours, hey? Mi casa, su casa!"

Of course, his casa wasn't the only thing that was mine to use. Then again, his casa was less likely to talk back when I refused to take it shopping, but that's neither here nor there.

"Gabi," I warned later that evening. She'd slipped in through the side door after 11:00, summoned by my text for another training session. Trying her hair and dropping to her knees dutifully, everything had been pretty standard fare for the first few minutes. The pouty lips, the sultry eyes, the tender kisses to rouse her prize. Then came the bullshit.