the new neighbours - chapter 1

day 1

The minute they moved in next door I was determined to have them all, and the way her husband looked me up and down, I knew he would be the weak link in the chain. I live a comfortable life as an artist, but I have a crippling weakness for beautiful girls. I must own them and the harder the chase the sweeter the nectar.

So, when the Robinsons moved in next door, I saw the removal van pull up outside on my door camera and watched the husband, wife, and daughter climb out look around, and then start grabbing boxes to take inside. I put aside my latest canvas wiped my hands and went out to welcome them to the neighbourhood. I am 27 years old, have short blonde hair blue eyes, a slim body with 36c breasts, and long legs I am always showing off. Today I wore a short denim skirt and a white paint-splattered T-shirt. And if you passed me in the street, you would think me unobtainable and nurse your hardon until you got home to your wife.

“Hello, I am Laura your new neighbour, pleased to meet you.” I walked towards them.

“Hello, I am Jane, this is Tony my husband and this is our daughter Jade it’s nice to meet you too.”

She was exactly the sort of vanilla wife I knew I could turn and own once they trusted me.  She looked like the average sexy housewife who lived in every street. Unaware of her true potential, happy to fuck her husband and waste her body, hidden beneath jeans and a chequered shirt that tried to hide her 34c breasts. Wait until I have you stretched out on my bed in lace and silk. She had brown hair cut to a shoulder-length bob. Trusting brown eyes and a warm smile that said I want to be your friend. You will honey very soon. She must have been about 5 foot 5 which I liked, after all, there would be special occasions that she would wear heels to bed for me.

The husband was just under six foot, lean with short dark brown hair, and some signs of grey and brown eyes, well that made the daughter a certainty. Yes, I was right. She was already an inch taller than her mother, with 34b breasts enclosed in a snug t-shirt with a smiley face on it. No wonder I thought, I’d be smiling with those breasts against my face. She had long dark brown hair cut in a fringe forelock that hung sexily over her forehead almost touching her eyebrows. She looked shy and in need of taming. That look would change with a mistress to guide her.

They were all just too damn cute, and the husband was already giving me that woozy dreamy look that he wanted to be inside my panties. Mmmm well, dream on bud, because I’m going to have so much fun with your family.

I shook the wife’s hand. "It's lovely to meet you. I work from home so I’m sure we are going to be seeing lots of each other." and to myself, I added just about every inch of you.

“I will get you all a coffee don’t let me stop you.”

I went back in made some coffee and took it out to greet them. They were busy so I didn’t outstay my welcome, I had made contact and now pinned Jane on my mental wallboard under the next project. I would find out everything I could about this deliciously vanilla wife who was about to be tainted by my tongue.

The first thing I always do with a new project is research, my soon-to-be bedmates. Now if this was Hollywood, I would be a crack hacker, but I am not, so many years ago I acquired my own. It was relatively easy; I purchased a new computer went online and asked if anyone could hack my pc and within an hour someone took control of it. Of course, all they did was enter my web. I sat in front of the switched-off webcam in a tee and panties with a mirror behind me, I knew the hacker would watch me and want me, and as soon as they revealed themselves, I asked if they would teach me in return for us hanging out. Once they walked through my door they left under my control, from that point on I had my hacker willing to work relentlessly for me. I gave him a call and within a few hours he gave me their passwords and downloaded software that I knew how to use.

That night I researched them online, found their social media pages, and learned everything they had ever posted; birthdays, holidays, views on life they gave me everything.

Jane standing on a sun-kissed beach in a white bikini, lying by a pool in a little outfit that merely accentuated her firm breasts, hundreds of everyday photos, I downloaded them and fed them into my files for later use in my seduction. Her emails revealed every purchase including a recent naughty little purple lingerie item I would soon have her wearing for me. I now knew that Jane wore La Femme perfume and ordered a bottle online.

The father didn’t have a social media page but there was enough information from his wife to let me know what he liked to drink, what sports and hobbies he enjoyed, and page links to his sports team the Alligators, and the online forum he chatted in. I looked through his internet search to find the times he was in the room and opened a new web page, signed up, and joined waiting for him to enter. Within the hour and using a pseudonym I was arguing playfully with him about his team’s chances while I posted sexy photos of a girl who looked similar to his daughter, an hour later chat we had moved from sport to flirty chat to sexy chat as I fuelled his fantasy to fuck a college girl. From there it was a matter of letting him tell me what he wanted to do to her. He stopped for ten minutes and then came back apologizing, saying he had gone for a wank, I made all the mmm, naughty daddy comments and arranged to chat at the same time tomorrow. I recorded all the key information I would need and tomorrow I would get him to tell me about any sexy neighbors he knew and start him fantasizing about me.

The daughter had a stronger social media, I read all her hopes after college, her music tastes, fashion dress, events that excited her, and hundreds of photos all showing me how much fun I was going to have to tame her. I entered a code, and her webcam came to life showing her face as she stared at the screen completing her coursework. She chewed on her lip as she struggled with whatever problem she was considering, and I wanted to lean through the screen and kiss her. I loved her beautiful brown hair, small nose, and innocent brown eyes that flitted left to right as they read the screen's output.

Now that I knew the daughter's email address and had access to her address book, I typed it into a program I ran which over the next week would subscribe to hundreds of lesbian websites, it was only one small battle, but countless battles win wars. Those friends that hadn’t emailed her in the last week I blocked. She was going to have an ever-decreasing circle of friends to contact, apart from me. I was going to have lots of time for her. I watched her turn the screen off and then get into bed with a book, soon her hand was under the blanket, and she was quietly moaning as she coaxed herself to a climax. I could not see the action, but I could zoom into her face and watch her expression. Soon she would make that expression in my bed.

day 2

The next morning, I went out to wash my car, wearing the smallest tightest shorts I possessed, and an old baggy t-shirt, knowing dad and daughter had left for the day and mum would have to leave at some point to get groceries. I had no idea how long, but I thought she would be awake and keen to get going; she left about twenty minutes later.

I pretended to have been surprised by her appearance. “Hello Jane, are you settled in yet?”

“Yes, I think so I just have to get some groceries in.”

“I must finish washing this, would you like a coffee when you get back? I could do with some company.”

“Yes, I would like that, but you made it yesterday, let me today.”

Mmmm better and better, she had her guard down and was so adorably trusting.

“No I insist, you have shopping to do, I will do it today you can do it tomorrow.”

“Ok thank you that’s very kind of you.” She gave me a friendly smile.

Mmmm Jane I am going to fuck you so much.

 “I will look forward to it, it’s a date.” and I laughed.

She laughed as well and drove off, but I knew the remark would filter inside somewhere when I was ready to use it.

I waited for her to return pretending to finish washing the car, soap suds all over the drive, but more importantly a wet spot over one breast where my nipple pressed out. Of course, I acted oblivious to this.

I saw her pull into her drive and walked over to her as she got out.

“What do you say 10 minutes and a coffee I just need to change top.”

“Yes, that gives me enough time to put these away.” The glance was brief, but she looked at my tit.

You will soon have your mouth around it honey, but I kept the comment to myself.

“Ok catch you then, the doors are unlocked, come right in.” I walked away, feeling her gaze on my arse. That was why I chose these tight shorts in the first place.

This afternoon was about connecting with Jane, I would start claiming them tomorrow with the weak link first on my list. I watched her close her door and walk towards the house, she was wearing a light brown button-front midi dress and casual sneakers. I turned off the door cam and bent over pretending to reach for a book so that she would be presented with my cute arse, and of course I didn’t hear her, so she had to look a little longer.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t hear you come in. I said straightening at last please take a seat.

“Thank you I like your house.” She smiled so warmly like a dog’s wagging tail.

“I look forward to a tour of yours in return” I smiled. Especially your bedroom I thought.

I showed her to a seat facing me and sat down as well. Hung on the wall behind me was a 6-foot painting I had produced many years ago. It purported to be a dark landscape of blacks, greys and whites depicting a forest of twisting trees, but it was really an optical illusion that showed several girl-on-girl scenes in lovingly erotic detail. The eye was drawn to the trees, the subconscious would memorise the licentious behaviour of the scantily clad girls.

I knew that Jane like many before her would not be able to stop from looking at the picture as we chatted and tonight, she would have the wettest dream as her mind tried to process the stored information. She may be straight today but tomorrow morning she would wake up from an unexplainable lesbian dream.

“That is a lovely painting it looks so enchanted.”

“Yes, when you finish your coffee, you must look at my other work, that one took me almost two months to finish, but if you just relax and study it you will see the branches come to life.”

I watched her gaze lift from me to the photo and had to stop myself from laughing, the more she studied it the more information her mind would need to process tonight and the wetter her dream.

“I think I can see them.” she said, her eyes losing a little focus, but that could have been from the mild sedative I put in her coffee.  I didn’t want her asleep just her guard lowered.

“So, what do you do for work?”

“I work at the new health spa, I’m a trained masseuse.” She reluctantly moved her eyes from the picture to me.

“That is wonderful you might be able to give me advice on the shoulder pain i get after working.”

“I expect that is muscle fatigue, a simple shoulder rub will fix that.”

“Then perhaps I can have a free sample before you go, I have a deep ache in my shoulder.”

“Yes of course I will. I expect ten minutes and you will be pain free, its quite a common ailment.”

“That would be lovely, so what does your husband do?”

“He works in Finance; Hedge funds and I don’t really understand the workings.”

“Well, you don’t have too, everyone to their talents and yours are in your hands.”

She gave me a trusting smile; it had an edge of tiredness, and I guessed the drug had done its job.

“Here let me show you my other paintings.”

She got up a little off balance and followed me up the stairs, I pointed out one or two pieces with similar hidden messages, but I didn’t want to overload her and scare her away.

The main photo was framed above my bed’s headboard.

It was a larger version of the one below with one exception, a part of the picture lifted out and I could place a black and white photo behind. It had to be an exact size and the subject had to be in the exact spot, but I had let my photo software merge several photos of this desirable woman into a version that now lay embedded in the picture. There were small layers of blacks and greys that slowly moved back and forth revealing slivers of an impression.

As she looked at the photo, I knew she would store a version in her mind of a scene with her next to a naked version of me and synch the image to my bed that lay under it. The next time she saw my bed she would have a flashback of whatever naughty dream her active mind created tonight.

“Can you see how the light catches the grey?”

She put a hand to her head to concentrate.

“Yes, I think so.”

“I think your looking a little tired would you like to sit down?” I patted the bed.

“I think I did too much yesterday and it’s all catching up with me. I need to go and have a lie down.”

“Yes, let me help get you home.” It didn’t matter that she lay down on my bed, today was just preparing a layer in her subconscious. I had drawn her eyes to the bed as she studied the picture, and they were now connected waiting for her dream to create the most erotic of dreams.

“Lean on me Jane.” She slowly managed to get down the stairs and I led her out of my home and across to her house, taking her key letting her in then helping her up to her room.

“Are you going to be ok?”

“Yes, I’m just so tired a small napppp.” The tension went out of her body, and she passed out.

“Of course, Honey is there anything I can do?”

She didn’t respond.

“Well goodbye honey.” I leant down and kissed her lips.

“It’s your turn to treat me tomorrow.” She slept quietly.

I went through her drawers and cupboards until I found her sex toy and then placed it in her hand, undid every button on the midi dress and pulled it open, and taking her left hand, slid it inside her panties. She needed peace to dream. I pulled the bedroom door shut and left.