Ray Garton - The New Neighbor

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the black sculpture in the corner. A rush of heat filled her cheeks and she stared open-mouthed at it for a moment; then, feeling embarrassed and guilty, she turned away, cleared her throat and called, "Miss Dupree? It's Jen. From across the street?"

Still no answer.

But there was a sound.

It came from down the hall.

Reluctantly, Jen followed the rhythmic thumping sound down the hall, flanked by Sodom and Gomorrah. The sound was coming from a room at the end of the hall. The door was open a few inches and Jen lifted a hand to knock, took a breath to call out again, but -

– she heard a long throaty moan and froze. She slapped a hand over her mouth and breathed, "Ooohh, shit " into her palm.

Miss Dupree was in bed with someone.

Jen's face grew hot and she felt the same chest-tightening feeling of dirty, forbidden excitement that she'd felt the day she'd watched Robby masturbating.

Then there was silence, except for the whisper of slow movement.

Sodom and Gomorrah sat side by side in the hall behind her.

Hand trembling, Jen pushed the door open a little further, leaned forward and peered into the room.

The shades were drawn and no lights were on, but in the murky room, Jen could make out the figure of Miss Dupree sitting up on a bed. She was naked and leaning over someone who lay still beside her. Miss Dupree's long hair spilled over the body beside her and her hand was… it was…

Jen pressed her lips together to hold in her abrupt gasp.

The man lying on the bed was also naked and Miss Dupree's hand was wrapped around his -

– thing , Jen thought, his thing -

– penis and she was doing to it exactly what Jen had seen Robby doing to his six years ago. Her hand and the penis glistened wetly in the darkness.

Jen's own breathing changed as she watched the gentle way Miss Dupree moved her hand on the erect cock. Jen swallowed hard, told herself she should go. She was about to back away from the door when -

– Miss Dupree looked up and said, "Hello, Jen."

She did not silence her gasp this time. " Oh ! I-I'm sorry, Muh-Miss Dupree, really, I'm vuh-very sorry. I was just – Sodom came over and – I brought him back and – “

“It's okay, Jen, don’t apologize," Miss Dupree said with a quiet laugh as she got off the bed and put on a black robe that flowed around her body like liquid darkness.

Jen could not keep herself from turning to the bed again; she watched the man's erection slowly shrink and droop to the side until it was resting on his thigh.

Miss Dupree led her out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door, put her hands on Jen's shoulders and whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, Jen. Really."

But she was. Her face was burning and she wanted to shrivel up and die. "I didn't mean to sneak in," she said. "Sodom was at our door and I followed him over here and there was nobody around. I called for you, but – “

"It's okay, sweetie, don't worry about it."

"I'll go now."

"No-no-no." Miss Dupree toyed with Jen's hair, brushing it from her eyes and pushing it back over the ears as she spoke. "Remember when I said yesterday that we might be able to do something that would get Robby to pay more attention to you?"

Jen nodded.

"Well, I think we can. Right now."

"How?"

"First of all, you have to promise me you'll do exactly as I say. And you have to promise that it will be our secret. Just between us. You won't tell you parents or any of your friends. Anyone . Okay?"

She nodded again, but her brow was beginning to wrinkle with suspicion. "Why?"

"I think you'll know why in a little bit." Miss Dupree stood and took Jen's hand. "Ready?"

"I guess so."

Miss Dupree led her into the dark bedroom and to the side of the bed.

It was Robby. He lay on his back, arms and legs splayed, mouth hanging open as he slept. And he was naked.

Jen let go of Miss Dupree's hand and started to back away from the bed, but the woman put her hand on Jen's back and gently pushed her toward it again. Jen's eyes traveled down her brother's body, stopping in the middle, where his thing lay to one side, shining wetly. She was startled by Miss Dupree's hands as they reached around from behind and pulled Jen’s coat off, but her eyes did not leave her brother’s cock.

With her mouth pressed close to Jen's ear, Miss Dupree whispered, "Have you ever seen it before?"

She looked up at Miss Dupree, hesitated, then nodded.

"Have you ever touched it?"

Bluish-white bolts of electricity shot through Jen but, at the same time, thick black guilt oozed up in her throat. What if her parents found out? What would Robby do when he woke and found her there?

She couldn't believe she was even considering staying there.

Jen shook her head and mouthed no .

"Well," Miss Dupree whispered, "if you do as I say… he'll pay more attention to you from now on. I promise. He'll look at you very differently after today." She took Jen's wrist and eased her hand toward Robby.

Jen resisted at first, wincing at the prospect of touching him and at the thought of what might result, but -

– she could not forget the memory of watching her brother squeezing thick white fluid from his penis and she could not ignore the excitement she felt at seeing her hand just inches away from it, fingers outstretched and trembling.

Giving in, Jen let her fingertips brush the end of Robby's penis. It was soft and damp, and when she pressed a bit harder, it gave beneath the pressure like a stiff, dry sponge.

"Go ahead," Miss Dupree whispered, moving her hand closer.

Reluctantly, Jen wrapped her fingers around it. It was fat and warm. Her lungs released a long quavering exhalation as Miss Dupree moved Jen's arm slightly so that her hand slid up and down Robby's penis. Then Miss Dupree let go of her wrist, knelt, and began to untie Jen's red high-tops, removing them first, then the socks, whispering, "Let's get your clothes off.”

Sleep was like a lead weight on Robby's chest, but he remained vaguely conscious of the sensations he was experiencing. A hand on his erection… hot breath on his testicles… a mouth on his nipple… at the same time .

No , he thought, that can't be… can't be …

But it was . There were two mouths on him, two soft, breathy voices whispering to each other.

What had Lorelle done? Who had she brought into the room?

Robby thought of the man at school with a mangled face. What was it he had said about Lorelle?

"Souls," Robby managed to whisper, his head rolling from side to side. "Too many… souls… to eat… too… many… souls… "

He struggled to open his eyes as hands and tongues moved over his body, as a hot, wet vagina slid down his erection. He fought to raise his heavy eyelids.

Oh, my God , Robby thought, feeling vaguely nauseated. He was unable to speak as he stared up at Jen's sleepy, half smiling face.

She was straddling him, eyes closed, hands flat on his chest, moving slowly.

Robby lost consciousness.

Jen never returned Woody Gibson's call.

More Dark Thoughts

Karen woke briefly and heard movement outside her bedroom. Just footsteps, and doors opening and closing, no voices. That's the way it had become, almost overnight, it seemed.

She lay in bed passing in and out of a doze, wondering what time it was. She could not focus her eyes enough to read the digital clock on the night stand.

Although she had not felt well at work that day, that was not the reason she had left work early. She'd been tired, but not sick. The real reason was that she could not stop thinking about Lorelle Dupree. Karen spent the day imagining her at home, working on something – a piece of sculpture, or perhaps a necklace or ring – and those thoughts made her wet. She’d walked around at work that day with her panties soaked through.