Perverted Neighbor

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I reluctantly went to my neighbor's door and rang the doorbell.

While showering, I accidentally dropped my spare bra on the floor. Although I picked it up immediately, the floor was wet from the shower, and both bras were soaked and unwearable. I remembered there was another bra on the clothesline outside the window, which I'd hung out to dry a couple of days ago; it should be dry by now. Unfortunately, it's been windy all day, and the bra probably wasn't clipped properly, blowing onto my neighbor's clothesline.

Our living room windows face each other. Initially, I'd only seen the man in my neighbor's house by chance; he looked to be in his early twenties and quite handsome. So, whenever I was bored, I'd peek into his house from behind the curtains. After a few days, I realized he wasn't a good person.

From my window, I could see the television in his living room and the sofa opposite it. Once, I saw a scene from a pornographic DVD on the television screen… two naked genitals intertwined.

What was even more disgusting was that he was naked from the waist down, sitting on the sofa, watching a DVD while rubbing his penis. Although this was a scene unsuitable for children, I was in the middle of puberty, curious about men and sex, so I was deeply attracted.

Pornographic DVDs were often sold in the shops downstairs from my house, which always made me curious about them, but I didn't dare to buy them. Now I could watch them for free, wasn't that great?

But I was quickly disappointed because of the distance; I couldn't see the content of the TV screen clearly. Although I saw one person on top of another, moving their body back and forth, I couldn't tell which was the man and which was the woman.

After watching for a while, I got bored and shifted my attention to the man's masturbation.

Although I was only fifteen years old, I had already developed and had several months of masturbation experience. I forgot when and how I did it for the first time, only that I initially just put half of my pinky finger into my private parts and gently made in-and-out movements until I reached orgasm. Later, after learning a little about male anatomy, I began to wonder: men don't have vaginas, but instead have a lollipop-like genital organ, which you can imagine with your buttocks—concave and convex. When a man has sex with a woman, he must insert that organ into her vagina. But how do they masturbate?

That time, I finally saw it… It turned out they held their penis in their palms and then repeatedly moved it back and forth, which seemed similar to our method of masturbation.

I was initially mesmerized, and after a while, I noticed the size of his penis: although the man was tall and strong, and his hands seemed large, he still couldn't fully grasp it; about an inch or two of the tip protruded.

After a while, his penis began to ejaculate white fluid, shooting out forcefully, some of it landing on the television screen in front of him, but most of it spilled onto the floor.

I felt disgusted and couldn't bear to watch any longer. But in the dead of night, I couldn't help but think of this man, of his penis, and when I masturbated, I would fantasize even more about his penis inside me… Then I developed a voyeuristic habit: several nights a week, he would brazenly masturbate on the sofa in the living room, and every time I watched, I couldn't help but masturbate before going to sleep, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

Although I had spied on him countless times, apart from his appearance, his physique, and his masturbation, I knew absolutely nothing about him. I didn't know his name, what he did for a living… I didn't want to have face-to-face contact with him, so I hesitated for a while about whether to go and get my bra back. In the end, I decided to go anyway, because I thought that if a girl like me, who was still developing, didn't wear a bra to support the position of her breasts, they might become deformed overnight, and then it would probably be beyond repair.

Because I'm a developing girl, including my mind, I didn't realize how dangerous it would be for a man and a woman to be alone together in a room, especially since I'm just a weak girl and he's a perverted man... I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door opened.

"You... little sister, what's the matter?" "

I'm so sorry to bother you. I live next door. I... I have some clothes that were blown onto your clothesline... I wonder if I can get them back..." "Oh, then come in first..." He politely opened the door and let me in.

After I took off my slippers and went inside, he asked me,

"I just brought my clothes back in and didn't look at them carefully before putting them in the closet in the bedroom. Wait a moment while I go check." "Thank you so much." I

said that, but in my heart I was thinking: These clothes are so close to my skin, and a man has touched them. I don't know if I should wear them anymore.

After he went inside, I stood in the living room waiting. The floor inside was tiled, and stepping barefoot on it felt icy cold, making me extremely uncomfortable. Not only was it cold, but my right foot also felt damp and slippery. I quietly moved my foot away and looked down, only to see a thin puddle of water where I had just stepped.

But it wasn't just water; I had felt the sticky liquid when I moved my foot along the floor, and now I could faintly smell a fishy, foul odor, somewhat like the smell of male ejaculation… A wave of nausea surged in my chest, and I almost turned around and ran home to wash my feet.

But thinking that would only make things more awkward, I endured it. I'd already stepped on it; washing it sooner or later wouldn't make much difference.

After a while, he came out carrying my bra. As he approached me, and I was about to thank him, I noticed him staring at my chest. From his lecherous gaze, I knew something bad was about to happen. I looked down and, sure enough, my white t-shirt revealed two small nipples protruding from the tips of my breasts.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath; the loose t-shirt swayed with my movements, lightly brushing against my nipples. No wonder I'd felt so uncomfortable earlier; I'd been so careless, unaware that my nipples were erect, and I was being subjected to this lecherous gaze.

"You…" I stammered, my face burning with anger, and I covered my chest with my hands.

"Hehe… little sister, please don't misunderstand. Although you said the bra size is yours, how do I know you're not lying? So at least I need to check if your size matches this bra, but after looking for a while, I still can't be sure… why don't you lift up your t-shirt? That way I can see more clearly…" What?! Lift up my t-shirt? I wasn't wearing anything underneath my t-shirt. Lifting it up would just show him my bare breasts! Even if I was wearing a bra, I wouldn't do this just to get one back. This man is seriously out of his mind.

I snorted and said,

"Fine, don't give it to me then."

I turned to leave, but he wouldn't let me see.

"If you won't let me see, then you must be stealing someone else's things, so you're feeling guilty, right?" He said I stole someone else's bra? That's ridiculous. Even though we were in someone else's house, I couldn't help but yell at him, "You pervert! If you keep bothering me, I'm going to scream!"

But he wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he grinned and said,

"I think it's you, you female pervert, who's really bothering me. You always peep at me while I'm masturbating, and then you come here with this excuse..." What... does he mean... that he already knew I was peeping at him...? "You've seen my penis so many times, so it's not unreasonable for me to want to see your breasts now, is it?" He said, pressing closer to me. I was cornered against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat. I yelled at him, "If you come any closer, I'm really going to scream!"

Seeing my serious attitude, he hesitated for a moment, then laughed and said, "Little sister, don't be so neurotic. I was just joking with you. Who would be interested in a little girl like you who hasn't even grown any hair yet? Do you think I'm a perverted pedophile..." As he spoke, he handed me his bra, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, he had scared him off. If he had really come closer, I wasn't sure I would have had the courage to shout. If things got out of hand and the neighbors found out I was peeping at men masturbating, how could I ever face anyone again? My parents might even beat me to death.

I don't know if I was being overly nervous or what, but even though his attitude softened, I still felt a strange smile playing on his lips, which gave me the creeps. So I remained vigilant, afraid that he was hiding some kind of scheme, or that he might change his mind.

When I took the bra in my hand, I felt it was wet and sticky. I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me that it was semen. I felt embarrassed and angry, and my face flushed.

Seeing my expression and reaction, his smile deepened, and I felt like I'd been fooled. He was definitely up to no good; no wonder he was so agreeable all of a sudden, willing to give the bra back.

"Hehe... I'm really sorry, I used your bra to masturbate... and I accidentally ejaculated on it..." I almost fainted. This man was even more perverted than I imagined. Although he said he wasn't a pedophile, I was sure he was a fetishist. I already wanted to throw the bra in the trash after he touched it, so I could tolerate it being dirty, but now even my hands were covered in this pervert's venom. I was really unlucky. I angrily threw the bra at him and turned to leave.

I really wanted to yell at him, but cursing someone as shameless as him was pointless. It was better to leave quickly; I didn't want to linger in this filthy place for even a second longer, much less deal with this man.

But as soon as I turned around, he attacked from behind. Caught off guard, he easily grabbed me from behind.

I reacted quickly, realizing I was in danger, and immediately tried to scream, but he was faster. Before I could even cry out, he had already rolled up the hem of my t-shirt and covered my head with it.

"Help!"

I could only hear my own low screams. Although a chill ran down my spine, I had no time to protect my exposed breasts. The most important thing now was to escape the pervert's harassment. Besides continuing to scream, I also tried to fight back with my hands. I reached behind me with one hand to push him away, and with the other, I tried to pull down my t-shirt, but I failed.

My hands were quickly subdued, my wrists were firmly grasped, and I couldn't move. They were then forcibly tied behind my back. Then I was lifted up by the waist. I couldn't see anything, but I quickly knew he was taking me to the bedroom because he pushed me down onto the soft bed from behind.

My long skirt was lifted, and I had no way to escape because I was pinned down and couldn't even turn around. His fingers slipped into my underwear and pulled it down to my thighs. My buttocks were completely exposed to the air. His hands roughly rubbed and kneaded my buttocks, then moved to my front, playing with my genitals.

"No…"

His fingers rubbed my genitals until they were hot and itchy, making me feel uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he forcibly inserted his fingers into my body, moving them in and out of my vagina.

Although I sometimes put my fingers in my vagina when I masturbate, my fingers are never as thick or as rough as his, so even though I'm used to masturbating, I couldn't stand his abuse.

But even more unbearable ordeals were yet to come. He pulled his fingers out after a while of thrusting in and out, then turned me over, raising my legs. A tearing pain shot through my genitals as I felt a hard object forcefully penetrate my vagina.

He resumed his rough thrusting, but this time, what ravaged me was a male organ much larger than his fingers. Although I had lost my virginity three or four days prior, being raped again still caused me immense pain. He thrust in and out about ten times. I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, until he finally ejaculated… I felt him spray hot fluid inside me, then his penis withdrew from my vagina, and fluid flowed continuously from my genitals. Then, the t-shirt covering my face was pulled down, revealing his lewd face and bloodshot eyes.

'So you weren't a virgin after all… I didn't expect you to be so young and already engaging in promiscuous relationships…' No! I didn't… As I cried out my innocence, it also brought back painful memories for him… It happened a few days ago. That afternoon, I was home alone. I had just come home from school, changed my clothes, and started studying.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw two men standing outside. They said they were the downstairs tenants, and that the TV had suddenly become static, so they wanted to come up and adjust the antenna.

Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. Although the downstairs antenna extended from my window to the rooftop, if they really wanted to adjust it, they should have gone up to the rooftop, not come to my house.

Unfortunately, I didn't suspect anything and opened the door, letting them in. After they entered, they subdued me. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late to resist.

The two grown men easily subdued me, a little girl, and tied me up with ropes they had prepared beforehand. Then they pushed me onto the bed in the bedroom, and they even tried to take off my clothes.

To preserve my chastity, I resisted desperately, but of course, it was all in vain. All I could do was resist and move my body erratically.

In the chaos, I was knocked unconscious. When I awoke, I was lying on my bed in my bedroom, legs spread wide. Besides being completely naked, I felt a stinging pain in my genitals. Reaching down, I felt a sticky, slippery liquid flowing from my private parts.

I brought my fingers, stained with the fluid, to my face—it was my first contact with a man's semen.

The sticky, white liquid emitted a foul odor, and upon closer inspection, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. There were specks of blood mixed in with the liquid; I knew my virginity had been defiled.

I was at a loss, too afraid to tell anyone, and only wanted to wash away the filth.

I ran into the bathroom and repeatedly washed myself clean. I knew my sister and mother wouldn't be back so soon, so I spent a full hour showering before finally cleaning the bed, making sure not a trace remained.

I treated it as a nightmare, and although my mood gradually calmed down, my private parts still ached lingeringly. Even masturbation didn't help, and now, being brutally violated again, the old ailment was severely aggravated, causing me unbearable pain. Although he had already satisfied his lust, he still wouldn't let me go, and instead began to violate my breasts.

"No... please let me go..."

"Hehe... I didn't expect you to come to me like that when I borrowed your bra to masturbate earlier, otherwise I would have saved some ammunition... But there's still plenty of time, I can go a few more rounds with you without any problem..." "Please let me go... If my family comes back later and doesn't see me... they will definitely call the police... If you let me go back now... I promise I won't tell anyone..." "Hey, don't try to fool me. This morning I saw your parents dragging a lot of luggage out, and I heard them say they were going to Italy for two or three weeks..." "But my sister will be home from school soon... If she doesn't see me at home... she will also call the police..." But this didn't scare him; instead, it aroused his wicked memories of my sister.

"Your sister...you mean that pretty girl who goes to high school downstairs? Heh, I've wanted to sleep with her for ages. Thanks for reminding me, this is a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone." Seeing the lewd smile on his lips, my heart sank.

"No! Please don't hurt my sister. Do whatever you want to me, please don't hurt my sister..." I pleaded desperately.

"Hehe... So you're begging me to sleep with you now? Don't worry, after I've dealt with your young lady, I'll definitely grant your wish!" "No! No!"

Thinking of the tragic fate that was about to befall my sister, I couldn't help but scream hysterically.

"Don't make a sound!"

He slapped me several times, but for my sister's sake, I endured the pain and screamed for help. To stop me from screaming, he first stuffed his underwear into my mouth, then found two towels. One towel was used to tie my mouth so I couldn't spit out his underwear, and the other towel was used to tie my feet.

After threatening me not to move, he turned and left the room. I saw a fruit knife stuck in the waistband of his pants. I struggled incessantly, but my hands were tied very tightly, and no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. With great effort, I was finally able to sit up, and in the large mirror hanging on the wall in the room, I saw that what was tied around my hands was actually my bra.

I moved my body, trying to cut the bra strap binding my hands through a sharp notch in the marble edge of the windowsill, but the material was too tough. I was drenched in sweat, but made no progress.

Just then, I heard a man and woman talking outside the half-open door. Although I couldn't make out what they were saying, I knew the woman was my sister.

Sister! Danger! Run! Don't talk to that man! I kept screaming in my mind, but my sister didn't sense my voice and was lured into the house.

"Your sister is lying in that room. Let me help you take her home!" "Thank you so much..." Before my sister could finish speaking, she appeared in the bedroom doorway.

Her face showed surprise when she saw me, and at the same time, the man pulled out a knife from behind and held it to my sister's neck.

My sister finally couldn't escape the lecher's clutches. I closed my eyes, unable to watch any longer, but I couldn't cover my ears. All night long, I heard my sister's painful groans.

If I could, I'd rather switch places with my sister, but as he said, he wasn't a pedophile; he was fixated on my sister's mature body and had raped her countless times.

[The End]

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