The Bad Neighbors

Crystal’s barely out of the pool when the sky cracks open and soaks her. She scrambles up the steps, dripping, only to find every door locked. Mom’s gone—again—and left her stranded in nothing but a string bikini and goose-bumps. With nowhere else to go, she heads next door and knocks. Two older guys answer: Leon and Joe, both shirtless, both grinning like they’ve just won a bet. They wave her in without asking, ignoring the plea for a towel and firing off questions about her birthday instead. When Leon shrugs off his tee and drops it over her shoulders, she ends up sandwiched between them on the couch. Joe clocks her bare feet, jokes that a foot rub beats a gift receipt, and the next thing she knows there are four hands on her—kneading, squeezing, creeping higher. The talk turns dirty fast. They ask if she’s fucked yet. She admits she hasn’t, cheeks burning, but her fingers don’t leave when Joe pulls his cock out and lays it heavy across her palm. Curious, she reaches for Leon too, stroking both of them side-by-side. They trade smug looks; they knew she’d fold. Before long the tiny virgin is on her back, legs spread wide, getting fingered and filled on both ends while rain hammers the roof. She leaves with their cum on her tits, her cherry gone, and a secret she’ll never tell her mom.