My Neighbour's Bratty Daughter

~~Part 3~~

Gabi was coming along nicely. Really nicely.

By the end of our sixth week together, and nearly 30 blowjobs later, my neighbour's daughter was a certified Grade-A cock sucker. I won't claim all the credit, but the progress she'd shown so far was truly remarkable. Compared to those first retching, toothy excuses for head, the devilish little coed next door had become a real cum fiend. And, as she was so fond of pointing out to me, I had already admitted to being rather proud of her.

Should have kept my mouth shut.

In time, I realized that Gabi thrived on praise. Sure, some open handed slaps on her bare ass had corrected the worst of her habits, but nothing motivated her quite as well as a few words of encouragement.

"Did I do good?" she'd ask, her face a gooey mask of slobber, snot, and cum. "Do I look pretty?"

What do you say to a thing like that? How could anyone in their right mind look down at 115 pounds of raw, filthy potential, eyes red and lips jizzy, beaming up from from rug-burned knees, and not feel a little something.

"The prettiest," I'd tell her, always the same, and she'd smile up at me and preen in the glow of my review.

God damn her and those big brown eyes.

Of course, Gabi was still Gabi. Liable to say anything just to get a rise out of me, and looser with boundaries than even her morals, Luis' daughter never quite shook that persistent need to get push my buttons.

Which is how, towards the end of June, I awoke with a frightened start one Saturday morning to the sound of dishes clanging in my kitchen downstairs.

"What the..."

6:24 a.m.

Hardly a reasonable time for a home invasion.

Silently, I rolled out from under my covers and grabbed the Louisville slugger I kept under the bed. In my boxers alone, I softly crept through the house, prepared to crack the invader over the head as soon as I found them. As I tiptoed down the stairs, more dishes clattered together, and I heard the sound of my dishwasher rack sliding closed.

With a last breath, I prepared to round the final corner, my bat held tightly in a white-knuckled grip. On three, I told myself.

One.

Two.

Three.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed as I burst around the corner, poised to strike with murderous intent.

"JESUS FUCK!" Gabi screeched in reply, throwing the cereal bowl she'd been holding at me as she jumped out of her own skin.

The bowl missed my head by inches and slammed into the wall. Milk and cheerios flew everywhere as the shattered dish exploded in a hail of cheap ceramic.

"Fuck, Gabi!" I shouted. Her look of mortal terror had been replaced by a different flavour of fear as she realized what she'd done.

"Shit, Dan, I'm sorry! Oh, god, let me clean that up."

"Leave it," I said, leaning the bat against my kitchen island as she reached for a roll of paper towel. "I'll get it. There's a broom in the closet; grab it for me. Careful, don't step on any of it."

Sheepishly, she fetched the broom and wiped the wall down. For once, she was nearly silent.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a minute later.

"I forgot my house key."

"So you just let yourself in for some breakfast?"

"Ummm..."

Behind her, the little detergent compartment was still flipped up in the dishwasher door.

"Were you doing my dishes?"

"I just thought..."

I sighed. "You can't just walk in here, Gabs. I almost clobbered you."

"You wouldn't do that to me. I'm too cute," she tried hopefully.

"No comment. Where were you anyway? It's, like, the asscrack of dawn."

"I was out. My friend had to go to work this morning so she dropped me off on the way."

Looking her up and down, her 'clothes' little more than see-thru scraps and sparkling sequins, I could only imagine where she'd gone.

"You partied all night and then your friend went to work this morning?"

"We're not all old," she laughed, pitching the last dustpan of broken bowl bits into my trash can. "Not everyone needs 10 hours of sleep."

"Shut up," I muttered.

She wrinkled her nose at me and stuck out her tongue. "Bite me."

"Don't tempt me," I said. "So, what, you thought you'd sneak in here, raid my cupboards, and slip out before I woke up?"

She shrugged. "Kinda. You missed a step, but that's more or less the gist of it."

"And what step did I miss?" I asked curiously.

She rolled her eyes in amused disbelief at my general lack of awareness and tugged a hair tie off her wrist.

"Men," she grumbled as she put her hair up.

20 minutes later, my cock still deflating as I swam in heady tides of endorphins, Gabi came out of the bathroom naked, and with a very self-satisfied look on her face.

"You look happy," she said with a smile.

"I love watching you do that," I said to the ceiling.

"Do what?"

"All of it, honestly. Everything."

She plopped down on the couch next to me lightly. "Good. That's what I like to hear."

With a knee drawn up to her chest, she just sat there and grinned at me, waiting for something or just reveling in her success.

"Sorry I scared you," I said.

"Sorry I broke into your house," she replied.

"Hey, yeah, how did you break in?" I asked as I sat up.

"Keeping a key under your doormat is a little old fashioned," she laughed. "You're lucky it was just me and not an actual robber."

I had plenty of runway to say something clever, about how she'd stolen more than just cereal, but she was entitled to her usual reward, so I reached out and wrestled her across my lap instead.

"You're lucky enough yourself," I replied as I reached down between her legs. "A real burglar would have gotten his head bashed in, but you're just gonna lay here and get off with a light warning."

She squealed as my fingers slid into her and kicked her feet playfully. "Ugh," she sighed. "I don't care how you get me off, as long as you never stop doing it."

*******

Notice something about that exchange? Something missing, perhaps. No? That's alright, Gabi missed it too. In all of the morning's excitement, she missed the part where I did not, in fact, give her permission to break into my house whenever she damn well pleased.

As if a thing like that could stop her.

"You got anything to drink?" she said, strolling right in through my back door like she owned the place. "My dad's got people over and he forgot to go to the liquor store."

"Hello to you too," I replied, cranking my neck around to watch her walk straight to my fridge. Luis must have pissed her off; she only broke out the teal bikini and jean shorts when she wanted to make her Dad mad.

"Sorry, hi. You got any beer?"

"There's a case in the garage you can take. Just tell your dad to get me back later."

She harumphed and ignored me, continuing to rifle through my cabinets.

"What's got you in a mood?"

"Nothing," she lied.

"Alright then. You need anything else?"

"No," she replied, scowling into a bag of Doritos.

"M'kay."

She crunched noisily. I turned up the TV to drown out the rustling of her bag.

"I can't wait to move out," she announced.

There it was. "Why's that? You're back to school in a few months."

"Can't come soon enough. So tired of being under their thumb all the time."

"Oh, come on. Can't be that bad."

"Not like you'd know; you've been on your own for, like, forever."

"No I haven't," I replied.

Trap, sprung. Her interest piqued.

"Oh? Do tell."

"No, I just mean I haven't always lived alone here."

"A lady?"

"Never mind."

"More than one lady?"

I rolled my eyes. "Women, yes. Some."

"Three?"

"Some."

"Threesome?!"

"No, idiot. Three women."

"In what span of time? Wait, oh my god, were you married?!"

Close. Once. Not her business. Or yours.

"No. Forget it, grab your beer and get out."

She squinted at me, dissecting the bits of my brain that kept secrets secret.

"Interesting," she mused.

I grumbled and got up out of my armchair with a slap on the armrests. "You know what, I'll bring it over for you. How's that?"

"Grumpy today, sheesh."

She followed me out to the garage and watched me haul the case of Corona out of my rattling old cooler, evidently not in the mood to end her little game just yet.

"Erin," she read, staring up at a box on the shelf as I kicked the cooler closed.

My blood ran cold. There was a reason that box was out here in the garage, collecting dust and dry rotting on a shelf. It, along with the memories it contained, deserved this tomb.

"Which one was she? The most recent one?"

"Look," I snaped. "I don't care if you wander into my house. I don't care that you treat my fridge like a free cafeteria. I don't care if you need to sober up on my couch, borrow my things, or steal my beer. By all means, do, say, and wander wherever you want, but that's off limits. Got it? No more fucking questions."

Too far?

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I was just curious."

"Yeah, well," I said as I stepped past her to leave, "some things are better left on the shelf."

The pitter patter of her feet followed me back into the house as she tailed me like a guilty shadow.

"Get the door for me," I said, shifting the case of beer in my hands heavily.

Gabi stepped around me and blocked the door, screwing her courage up to say something important.

"I'm sorry, really. I went too far."

I sighed. "Gabs, it's fine. Really. They're just memories. Nothing serious. It's been like two years now. Ancient history."

"I shouldn't have snooped."

"No, but you've never seen a boundary you didn't immediately shit all over, so I get that you're curious."

She pinched her lips together and winced. "Well, whoever she was, she's stupid anyway. You're not so bad."

Little fucker.

"Thanks," I replied. "Not-so-bad is my middle name. Now come on, this thing's heavy."

Luis obviously twisted my arm into staying for a few drinks, the irony of which was hardly lost on me as he offered my own beers back to me. His guests were none other than his employees, a mostly down to earth gaggle average folks that staffed the little hardware store he owned across town. They were an amiable bunch, and it was nice to meet and mingle with new faces for an hour or two.

Of course, not all guests are created equal. Caroline, in particular, really stood out.

Much to Gabi's annoyance.

I grinned to myself as I climbed into bed that night, alone as always, to find a pending friend request from the kind, soft-spoken shift lead who worked for Luis. We'd flirted aimlessly all through the evening, laughing with the consequence-free banter of thinly veiled mutual attraction. She was smart, happy, crude in her own way, quick with a joke, and obviously well-liked by her co-workers. And, more importantly, not related to my neighbour except by professional association.

Yes, I saw Gabi glaring at me.

Yes, I felt a little guilty.

No, I didn't let that stop me.

And no, I didn't reach for my baseball bat when my bedroom door creaked open at half past midnight.

The mattress sank under the newcomer's weight even as my blanket slid down my body. Her hot mouth took me in without pretense or hesitation, caring nothing for my mild self-consciousness at being soft out the gates. I felt skin, warm, naked, and silky against mine as the intruder's body slithered over my legs. Quiet, wet sounds filled the darkness as she coddled me in her mouth, evolving into noisier slurps as I stiffened on her tongue.

"Gabi," I breathed, reaching down to run my hands through her hair.

"Shhh," she cooed. "Let me."

Let her? I always let her. I never didn't let her. What was there to let?

"Gabs, what are you..."

With me hard and wet, she crawled up further until her hips hovered over mine. She reached into the dark between her legs, taking me in her hand as I felt her breath on my face.

"Let me," she insisted.

She held me against her lips, waiting for permission to sink onto me in an uncharacteristic display of restraint. Clearly, I'd struck several nerves today.

"Is this a good idea?" I asked. The question was a little moot with my hands running down her torso already, but I was supposed to be the responsible one here.

"Let me," she said again, slowly smearing my head back and forth between the tender lips of her pussy.

My hands found her hips, and I pushed.

Even in the pitch black, scant scraps of moonlight skittered through my blinds to play across her skin as she rode, sometimes laying flat against my chest, sometimes sitting up to her full height. We moaned and gasped into the night together, drawing soft sighs and muted curses as she nestled me into herself and kept me there until I couldn't take it any more. She came freely and unabashedly, hands on my chest as she rocked her little hips hurriedly across the finish line two, three, four times. So beautiful, even when I couldn't see anything at all.

"Cum in me," she demanded.

"I can't," I panted.

"You can," she said with the tinted inflection of her trademark grin. "I want you to. Please."

"Gabi, I..."

"Cum in me," she repeated like it was the most perfectly reasonable idea in the world. "Do it. I came for you. So cum in me."

"Oh shit, Gabi, I...I -"

"Yes," she hissed, laying flat against my chest and kissing me urgently and yelping with glee as I twitched.

She'd never kissed me before.

"You liked it!"

"Gabs," I panted.

Her hips worked overtime and the weight of her tight frame laid atop me was sensory paradise as she hungrily sought my lips again through insistent urges that I comply with her demands.

"Cum in me. Now. Do it. I want it. Dan, cum in me. Give me what I want. Cum. Now. Do it. Cum inside me. Inside. That's it. That's it! Cum! CUM!"

What's that thing Mike Tyson said? Everyone has a plan till they get punched in the mouth? There's gotta be one about playing it cool until a girl demands you cum in her pussy too. Because, like...I very much came in her pussy. Hard.

Twice that night.

My bad.

"Where are you going?" I asked her at 2:30 in the morning as she stepped into her underwear.

She laughed. "My dad will kill us both if he sees me slinking home from your place in the morning."

"Oh. Right. Good thinking."

She leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"What's that for?"

She shrugged in the dim light. "Just felt like it."

"Well, if you feel like it again, you, uh, know where the key is."

"You know, you can just admit you like me. It wouldn't kill you."

"Wouldn't kill you either."

"You're a butt."

"Takes one to know one."

She scowled in mock consternation. "Whatever. You busy tomorrow?"

"Not after work. Why?"

"Well," she said as she tugged her shirt over her head. "I should really get some Plan B, and you look like the kind of guy who likes to pay, so text me when you get home."

"Fuck, Gabi!"

"Kidding," she laughed, leaning in for another peck on my lips. "But my parents won't be home till late. Maybe I can come over and we'll leave the lights on next time?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, we can do that."

My phone lit up on the nightstand. I saw Gabi's eyes twitch to the screen with a flair of something like jealousy before we both recognized it as an email alert.

"Sleep tight," she said with recomposed sincerity. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Night Gabs," I replied, all thoughts of Caroline banished in a puff of smoke. "See you tomorrow."

I meant it, too. I'd see *all* of her.

~~Part 4~~

I shouldn't have fucked her.

I didn't regret it, but I also shouldn't have done it. I didn't need to. I could have carried on my merry way, fucking her mouth and blasting cum down her throat without a care in the world but NOOOOOOOO.

I just couldn't help myself.

And, of course, now she felt entitled to it.

"You gonna fuck me now?" she asked from the flat of her tummy on my bed, rubbing my slobbery cock slowly. The drool on her chin and those soft squishy pumps made the whole thing devilishly hard to say 'no' to.

"More," I demanded.

"Oh come on, I've been sucking for like twenty minutes!"

"And you gagged on it twice already. You know how this works."

She rolled her eyes and moaned an impatient "I knowwwwwww."

Her lips slipped back onto me and I let my head fall back onto the pillow as a contented smile crept across my face. For all the anxiety that came along with using my neighbour's daughter like a cum rag, moments like these made the whole thing worth it. Yes, I had long since acknowledged that the penny might drop at any moment, but my cock in Gabi's mouth?

Divine.

"Do you like when I drool a bunch?"

I cracked one eye open and looked down at her.

"Like, do you like a lot of spit or does it gross you out?"

My cock and balls looked like a crime scene already, and her chin didn't look much better.

"You have no idea how much I love it," I replied.

"It feels good?"

"Mhm, so good."

"Hmm. Interesting."

Bait. Everything was bait with Gabi. Every hanging thought, every little poke, every half-formed word. She obviously didn't come with a user's manual; I learned every lesson with her the hard way. For someone trying to get a little experience under her belt, she certainly had no problem running circles around me when she wanted to.

Still, what's life without a little risk?

"Spit it out, Gabi."

She did, literally - puckering her lips, she blasted the underside of my head with another messy wad. "It's just..." she began, slurping me pensively while she thought. "Some guys don't like it. They say...Mmm," she gulped, "It's disgusting."

"They're idiots," I asserted.

"But like...Fuck, you're so hard today," she carried on. "Does it just feel better?"

"I think it's sexy."

"Yeah? What about it though?"

"I don't know. I like the way it looks. All slippery and nasty."

"I'm slippery and you don't like me."

"Gabs..."

"I'm serious. I can get you this messy with my pussy."

"It's not the same."

"Sure it is. If you like seeing your cock all wet, let me ride it."

"You haven't earned it."

She pouted. "Maybe YOU haven't earned it. You ever consider that?"

"You're the one who keeps coming over."

"Fuck you!"

Brat.

"Don't make me count to ten."

Her eyes widened. She snapped to attention, mouth around my cock again.

"Better," I said as she started to bob. "Don't forget, you wanted this. You're the one who asked for it."

That was mostly my conscience trying to account for my sex drive. Still, it was all true.

"I know," she panted.

"So you're going to listen?"

"Mhm."

"And be good?"

She grinned as best she could.

"Gabriella," I warned.

"Yes, Daddy," she purred. "I'll be good."

I hated 'Daddy'. So weird. Of course, Gabi knew that, so I reckoned that she was prepared to pay the fine.

I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed. "One."

Her eyes closed as her head sank, and I felt the snug grip of her throat wrap me up.

"Two."

You know where this goes. Gabi did too, but it never seemed to stop her from running her mouth.

*******

Gabi's dad flagged me down as I pulled in from work the next day.

"Luis," I said as I climbed out of my truck. The look on his face tripped a few alarm bells, but I was confident that Gabi and I were being careful enough not to rouse suspicion. "How're you?"

"Ah," he sighed, leaning on his rake handle. "I'm alright. Hey listen, I wanted to ask you for a favour."

"Anything," I replied. "What's up?"

"Maria and I, we need to go back home for a week or two. Her old abuela, she's sick, you see?"

"Ah, Lou, I'm sorry to hear it man."

"Thank you, thank you. Listen though, I have some guys coming to do some work on the house. Gabi's staying here, but do you mind keeping an eye on things? I'll leave your number with her in case she needs anything. You know, just kinda make sure she doesn't burn the place down?"