Lusty Stories

Helping Neighbour Daughter Part 1

It was few months ago when my new neighbors moved in. I was used to the neighboring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier,

which was no big loss because I never got on with them. That family seemed to think I was to blame for my wife leaving me,

despite everyone else knowing it was my wife who had the affair and had left me. So it was good to have an empty house next to mine,

but even better when the new neighbors moved in. I went out to meet Rohit and Rashi Sharma when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well,

although that wasn't too much of a surprise because they are in their mid- 40s which is about the same age as me.

Rohit had obviously spent too much time drinking beer and not enough time exercising (unlike me) because he had a substantial paunch.

Rashi, however, was still quite a looker and must have been quite a catch for Rohit. She looked much younger than her actual 41,

she had a lovely lithe figure and her soft black hair was worn long to her shoulders. However it was Rohit and Rashi's daughter

who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in.

Rani was just a couple of months past her ninteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl.

She has silky black hair like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs.

Rani was really pretty with her mother's blue eyes and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.

Having the Sharmas move in next to me was good, and whilst it was fun to watch both Rashi and Rani come and go, I didn't intend to have a relationship with either of them despite my wife leaving me over a year ago.

They did make for good dreams, though. So I didn't really expect to have anything more than a neighborly relationship with them.

You know the sort of thing: looking after the house when they are on holiday, taking out their rubbish bins when they forget, and taking delivery of parcels if they are out.

This all changed three months after the Sharmas had moved in. It was about 8pm and I was just finishing up my work I had brought home when my doorbell rang.

When I answered my door I was surprised to find Rani standing there, and she was obviously upset.

Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look: she was dressed up to be obviously sexy.

Her hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra.

Her skirt was one of her favorite short flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing some expensive looking white high heeled shoes.

I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Rani just stood there looking upset.

"Hello Rani, what's up?" I asked the not very original line.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please, Uncle Kamal," she quickly answered,

"I'm locked out of my house. Mum and Dad are out until later and I don't have my key."

I gestured for her to come into the house and I led her through to the kitchen where I also keep a wooden dining table and chairs which I use when I'm eating on my own.

My work papers were spread across the table so I quickly pushed them into a pile and dumped them on the side.

"Let me get you a drink Rani, and please sit down."

"Thank you Uncle Kamal, I really need a drink. Can I have a coffee?"

She seemed to calming down a bit now, although I was feeling a bit awkward with the obviously sexy young girl in my house. Especially because she had figured in so of my dreams and fantasies.

I turned round and started to make the coffee for Rani whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight.

"How come you don't have your key, Rani?"

"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until ten. But I had to leave early."

"Why did you have to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.

The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to talk to, and whilst I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend

I thought I ought to at least help my neighbor's daughter.

"Here's your coffee Rani, and have you told your parents that you left the party early?"

"No, not yet." She grasped the coffee mug and cupped her hands round it, warming them up.

I noticed that she had painted her fingernails a bright red.

"Let me call them and let them know you are here. Then they can come back later and get you."

I went into the hall and found Rohit's mobile number and gave him a call. I explained what had happened, and that I didn't know why Rani had left early, but that I could look after Rani until they came home later.

Rohit was happy with that because they had gone out for a meal at some friends and by the sound of it Rohit was taking the chance to drink lots of someone else's beer.

I returned to the kitchen where Rani was

still sitting, sipping slowly at her coffee. She had her back to me so I paused for a moment to watch her.

She was slightly bent forward over my table with her long, hair cascading from her head.

I smiled as one of my dreams popped back into my head and I felt my c**k swelling, but then I remembered that this was real and I'd better help her.

"I spoke to your father and they will be back just after ten. I said you would be OK here until then. I hope you don't mind."

She turned round as I walked across the room and leaned against the kitchen counter, facing her.

"Sure, thanks Uncle Kamal."

"You said something about boyfriend trouble. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, hoping that she would say no and we could go and watch TV or something.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, holding the white coffee mug close to her soft red lips, and then I noticed a small tear forming in the corner of her gorgeous eyes.

She looked up at me.

"Can I talk to you Uncle Kamal? It's just that I can't talk to my parents, it is too embarrassing. You won't tell them will you?"

Her eyes were glistening as they filled with tears and there was a small sob as she seemed to plead with me.

"Rani, of course you can talk to me. I'll do what I can but it has been a long time since I've been out on a date." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

I knew it would all be about love or having a crush which are not my favorite topics.

"Rajiv, my boyfriend, he tried to touch me tonight. You know, he pushed his hand in my bra and touched my breasts, even my n*****s. But I don't want that, it didn't feel right."

Now I was interested, and I thought

"lucky Rajiv for getting a feel",

but out loud I said

"Why do you think it didn't feel right?"

"Well, you see Uncle Kamal..." she paused and I saw that her cheeks were growing red. She was blushing.

She started again, averting her eyes,

"Well, you see I'm not a virgin. I did have s*x once about a year ago but it was awful. The boy at the time was horrible. It hurt, and I felt so cheap afterward. I hated it. And I don't want to do that again, I don't want another boy doing that to me."

She sobbed as she spoke, her head bowed and obviously upset by the memory of her first time.

I moved from the counter to the table and pulled out the chair opposite Rani and sat down slowly

while I tried to think what I should say.

"Rani, I'm so sorry you had a bad experience. But s*x doesn't have to be like that. It shouldn't hurt, it should be pleasurable, wonderful and exciting. It just sounds like you had a bad first time. Don't worry it won't always be like that."

Rani looked up at me, and brushed the

tears from her soft red cheeks. I wanted to

reach out and hold her but didn't want to

scare her.

She said "But my friends say all boys are like that."

"That is just because they are boys and they

haven't had the experience to know what it takes to make sure a girl enjoys s*x. They

will learn and you will enjoy it later."

"Do you know how to make it enjoyable?" she suddenly asked.

I jumped at her question, all sorts of fantasies going through my head while I wondered what she meant.

She must have seen my shock because she

added: "Sorry Uncle Kamal, I just hate to think it will never feel good, that I will always be frightened of a man's touch. I didn't mean anything by my question."