Summary:
Mike returns home after a long trip and learns that his blind nineteen-year-old neighbor Lauren will stay with the Thompsons while her parents are away. During dinner, the neighbors discuss Lauren’s future and the sale of her family’s house. Mike considers ways to keep her nearby without overstepping. He spends time with Lauren the next day, showing her the goats and reading to her. As her period ends in a few days, Mike reflects on his growing feelings and the possibility of a future together.
Here is your Story: Neighbor Let Me Breed Her After Her Period
Mike got home on Sunday afternoon after the long drive back from Phoenix. He started with the laundry right away, filling a big pot with water on the stove and chopping wood to keep the fire going. Fresh sheets went on the bed, and he laid out the new underwear he had bought for Lauren on the nightstand without washing it yet. Being alone with the blind nineteen-year-old for a whole week until her mother returned from New York gave him time to think. He could try smooth moves to pull her closer or just let things unfold naturally. The easy path felt right. All he had to do was stay kind and attentive, hoping Lauren felt the same pull toward the older widower that he felt toward her.
Monday Morning Thoughts
Mrs. Thompson, the neighbor across the way, had heard Mike spent the night in Phoenix. She invited him over for dinner that Sunday evening to talk about Lauren’s future and the empty house next door. Lauren sat at the table too but looked uncomfortable, like something hurt. “She’s menstruating,” Mrs. Thompson whispered when she caught Mike staring with worry. That would end in four days. Relief washed over him once he knew the cause. He was glad her parents had left their blind daughter behind instead of dragging her to Tucson or New York, even though bigger worries about what came next clearly weighed on Lauren.
“Now, what’s going to happen to the house next door?” Mike asked Mrs. Thompson and her husband Mr. Thompson, not wanting to waste time. “Lauren’s father already sold it to a distant relative. The man didn’t really want it, but Brandon needed the money fast, you know.” “But where’s Lauren going to stay? She can’t join her parents. They wouldn’t accept her in America,” Mike said, concerned. “Here with you? Or is she going to move in with her paternal grandma, next to the store on the other side of the village?” “Here would be better, I think. She knows you too,” Mrs. Thompson said, nodding after she spooned more lamb stew with tomatoes and eggplant onto Lauren’s plate and her own. Mrs. Thompson cooked like a pro. And she was a good woman.
“You would have to sign a Kidemonia, I think, as Lauren’s official guardian,” Mike told her. Then the girl stood up, maybe heading for the toilet. “Can you wash me, please?” Lauren asked Mrs. Thompson quietly. Maybe she had felt blood running down her leg, Mike thought. He pictured himself doing that chore in the future. With Mrs. Thompson gone, Mr. Thompson joined the talk. “Yes, we just talked about things before you arrived. It looks like they won’t let Lauren in,” the older neighbor told him what he already knew. “But our children are grown, and we have space for now.” He offered. Mike thanked him for the kindness. He knew he could not offer his own place to the nineteen-year-old girl. Of course he would have loved it if Lauren moved in with him, but he could not suggest such an idea. Mr. Thompson’s “for now” was also interesting, but Mike did not ask what that meant.
“Definitely, yes, it would be better for Lauren to stay here with us rather than moving somewhere else where she doesn’t know anyone or the surroundings,” Mr. Thompson said again. “Here we can all take care of her. I’ll read to her, or we can just talk. And Lauren can do embroidery or play with the animals.” Mike already loved those simple scenes. Does Mr. Thompson have any idea how much I care for Lauren? That wasn’t exactly wrong, was it? Sure, he was much older than Lauren, but what other options did she have? Since he had thought about it the day before in Phoenix, Mike wondered again if he should offer to buy the house back from Brandon’s relative. But the whole house just for Lauren while her parents were gone for good would be strange too, wouldn’t it? And Mike would have to go back to work with the county government, if possible, perhaps part-time, to stay financially stable. He would gladly do it if Lauren could stay here and no stranger moved in between his house and the Thompsons’.
Sure, it would be ideal if Lauren just moved in with me as my wife, but the folks down in the village would hate it. Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Thompson too, perhaps. Or maybe not. “As far as I know, Brandon’s relative doesn’t care so much for the house itself but for the land,” Mr. Thompson continued just as Mrs. Thompson and Lauren returned. After they sat down again, Mrs. Thompson pulled the cork from the wine bottle she had brought and filled the glasses. Unlike during their reading sessions, even Lauren got a sip. Yes, maybe not tonight, but tomorrow Mike would read another of Aesop’s fables to the blind girl. Just to be near her and admire her. Suddenly he felt profoundly sad. Maybe because he was now looking at the narrow bed that Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Thompson had prepared in the living room for their young neighbor. He sighed and almost suggested that Lauren should just come with him to his house. But that would need time, he reminded himself. And he did not want her to lie next to him because circumstances forced it. No, she needed to want it. To dream of it and wish it. Desire it. And desire to be desired by Mike.
At some point the dinner was over. Mike went back to his house past Lauren’s, which was empty right now. He just wanted to sleep, although all the recent troubles kept swirling in his head. He did not even feel like masturbating, not even on the new underwear for Lauren that still sat on his nightstand. I should probably save my energy for the next week anyway, he thought before he dozed off and dreamed all kinds of wild, confusing things. Oh, Zeus, why is Lauren menstruating right now? That was the first thought Mike woke to in the morning. Then he grew upset with himself for being so crude. It had never really bothered him when his late wife Sarah had her period. But at least he could calculate now when his young sweetheart had her fertile days. He had learned how to do that from Sarah.
Yes, as odd as it might seem, it would probably be better to sire a child with Lauren, Mike concluded while looking up at the ceiling of his bedroom. That way he could show the village that he was not just using her to satisfy his lust. A much more ordinary thought entered his mind. He had forgotten to hand Mrs. Thompson the new tablecloth, although he had remembered to give her husband the spare part for the sewing machine. Curiously, Mr. Thompson was now calling his name outside, so Mike finally got up. He hollered that he was coming and put on a shirt on the way to the door. I also have to take care of the animals. When he popped his head through the door, Mr. Thompson told him that he had just looked at the mother goat and the two new kids. Everything seemed fine. Mike thanked him again. Then the two men went back to the enclosure and changed the straw. Mike thought of Lauren and how he would prepare a bed for her. And the child they would have together.
Since the kids were suckling, the men could not get all the old straw out from under the mother and decided to leave it for now. Instead, Mike imagined Lauren breastfeeding their baby. Would she let him drink too? He was startled at where his imagination had gone so quickly and early, before breakfast. He distracted himself by asking the more experienced Mr. Thompson if there was anything that needed to be done at the enclosure. “Not really. The fence needs a bit of work before autumn. You know how goats are. But in a few days Lauren can pick up the little ones. She shouldn’t walk away from the mother with them, though,” the older neighbor advised. Mike liked how Mr. Thompson was moving things along. “Yes. I’m sure she’ll love that,” he agreed and almost reminded his neighbor of the two slaughtered rabbits. Or at least hint how much he adored Lauren, to test the waters and find out how complicated the battle might become. For some reason Mike guessed that the older neighbor was his closest ally, if he even had one. But the whole situation was already complicated enough.
Should he talk about the incident with the two rabbits that Lauren’s family had eaten for lunch one day with his young love? No, that would only stir up the trauma again. When Mr. Thompson departed, Mike quickly went inside to heat some water for his morning coffee. After breakfast he brought the two tablecloths to Mrs. Thompson, who then picked the one she liked better. Next Mike cleaned his house for a bit, asking himself when Jessica would be back. It would certainly be easier to get closer to Lauren as long as her mother was gone. That thought was maybe slightly underhanded, but also true. I have to do something. I can’t just watch them leave and maybe place Lauren at some relative’s home. All this uncertainty. Jessica’s trip to Tucson took one day, and it would be another day to return. Doctors and lawyers there weren’t immediately available, so she would need to make appointments first. She wouldn’t be back before Friday at the earliest. If Jessica also went to New York, however, it could be two weeks. The steamships from Tucson to New York didn’t go every day, Mike knew, and there were often delays. And then the situation in New York would be similar. First a trip to a lawyer’s or doctor’s office, then waiting a day or two for the appointment. Could also be three weeks, he thought with relief. And Jessica had relatives in the capital. Brandon worked there, so he probably knew some people and would want to continue from Tucson to New York.
Water Pump Encounter
How easy everything would be if Lauren could just stay with him. Mrs. Thompson would probably be relieved. She knew how long Mike had cared for his sick and later dying wife. But he could not ask Mrs. Thompson if she would let Lauren stay with him overnight, could he? No, the whole tense situation might explode. Or implode. But then this step would solve a lot of problems. His late wife Sarah had surrendered herself only at night in bed. But with Lauren that was impossible at this point. Well, for Lauren it was always night anyway, so she wouldn’t mind the unusual time of day. Sometimes Sarah had also offered herself in the morning after they woke up. Not at first, but after a few years into their marriage Sarah had also taken her clothes off completely, especially in summer. That was unusual, Sarah had told him. Working at her father’s pharmacy in Tucson, she had learned a lot about wives’ habits when it came to sex. Her family had a lot of contact with local doctors too, and Sarah had often assisted in finding remedies for female disorders. She knew a lot about herbs, other plants, and chemicals. Sarah loved her work at the pharmacy and read her father’s whole scientific library. She actually wanted to study medicine, but that was not possible back then. So she had acquired all her knowledge on her own and probably knew more than most doctors, especially about female disorders. Perhaps her parents could have sent her to Paris, but they were not wealthy. And her father needed Sarah’s expertise, particularly her knowledge of the female body and conditions. Only her own cancer Sarah was not able to cure.
Mike had actually met her at her father’s pharmacy in Tucson. He had been there as a soldier and later worked in Tucson as an accountant at a trading company before he got the position with the county administration. Sarah was astoundingly beautiful when she was young. Life was good in Tucson until that fateful, stupid brawl one night. After which the county administration sent him here to this remote corner of the state. He was never entirely sure, but Sarah must have hated him for having to leave the bustling port town for the modest house in this tiny village past Phoenix. Mike himself had always liked it here though. And now Lauren had grown into a young woman. After lunch at his house Mike lay down to take a nap. He was more relaxed now for some reason. He even gratified himself so that he would not be too horny that afternoon when reading to his beloved Lauren. But he did not come on the new underwear for her. After the restless night he slept soundly for more than an hour. He dreamed something wild again, but it was more funny than disturbing. Of course he could not remember what exactly he had seen when he woke up. He freshened up and decided not to go to the communal well down the hill but fetch water from Lauren’s house instead. He did not feel like hauling the full buckets uphill, and Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Thompson also got their water from the pump that Lauren’s father had built. That might be the single best thing Brandon has ever done, apart from laying tiles in one corner of Mike’s kitchen and fathering his daughter with her dark-blond hair, of course.
After a few squeals and squeaks, Mrs. Thompson and Lauren came around the corner. The girl had certainly recognized the noise, and she probably knew who was getting water too. Lauren already looked much better than the previous evening. With quivering nostrils she was smiling to herself and basking in the warm afternoon air. Since he did not know how to start a conversation, Mike asked his young love if she needed water at her house, but Lauren only shook her head. Of course Mrs. Thompson reminded him that Lauren was staying with her for the whole time, pushing her glasses up her nose with the middle digit of her index finger as was her habit. “Mike, I just washed Lauren again. I also fastened a clean cloth in her underwear. This afternoon though I really need to sew something at my house now that the machine is working again. Do you have an hour? You could read to Lauren or show her your two little goats,” Mrs. Thompson suggested. “Yes, Mr. Thompson already told me,” Lauren said, beaming and turning her beautiful head toward Mike, who was still pumping slowly. Lauren had even clapped her hands in front of her chest, excited as she was. Mike tried to hide his joy by scratching his head as if he had to think about the proposal. Of course he eventually nodded. “Sure. We’ll go to the goats. And then I may read another fable to Lauren if she wants me to.”
This was a plausible plan to Mrs. Thompson, who instantly turned and walked back toward her house. Since Mike was still pumping, Lauren used the squeals to find her way to the water jet, into which she then placed her hand. Her bluish-gray dress had a long column of buttons on the front. But they were closed all the way up so that he could not spot the seams of her undershirt. I could give Lauren Sarah’s dresses, he thought. At least one or two. But now he watched how Lauren was playing with the cool, fresh water. Mike did not need to assist, as nothing could really go wrong, so he just finished filling the second bucket. Looking at her naked feet, he realized that they were relatively large. Strong. But still elegant. Interestingly, Mrs. Thompson had braided Lauren’s hair today. As thick as it was, it reminded Mike of laid rope on a ship. Now he carried one bucket over to his house after he had told Lauren where he was going. Back in his kitchen he could hear the girl pumping water for herself. Perhaps she liked the noise. Or the water. Or the handle.
When Mike was back at the pump to fetch the second bucket, he grabbed Lauren’s hand to take her to the goats in a minute. They were walking slowly, as Lauren was barefoot and the path had some pebbles here and there. When they reached the back door she waited outside, probably because the mild sunshine felt pleasant on her back and shoulders. Mike did not ask her to come in since he did not want to desperately turn the very first opportunity into a sensual encounter. And they were slated to pay the goats a visit anyway. It was only Monday afternoon. They still had a week at least. And so he grabbed her hand again to guide her to where his animals were. Of course those greeted the two of them with cascades of excited bleats. The young mother was lying on the fresh straw now as she was supposed to. Mike grabbed a pitchfork, describing to Lauren what she could not see. One goat had approached the girl to get its head and back stroked, but now another repeatedly bumped into Lauren’s lovely rear from behind. Eventually Lauren squatted down near the newborns, but Mike told her not to lift them up yet as Mr. Thompson had advised. Since she was busy and taken care of, he raked the yard and briefly inspected the fence but decided that he could do the repairs tomorrow, maybe together with Mr. Thompson. After he had taken the goat droppings to the nearest olive tree with a shovel, Mike returned and then hunkered down next to Lauren, watching her also relatively large, elegant hand as she was stroking and caressing the three light-brown goats in front of her. He still murmured a few words here and there so that she knew he was nearby, and he was astonished again how thick her long braid was. He even touched it now, unsure if Lauren knew what he was doing. Well, it’s harmless, he decided.
Now Mr. Thompson came over. Even he seemed moved by the bucolic little scene. For a bit both men were just watching almost in awe how gently Lauren was treating the animals. “So soft. So warm,” she whispered. Lauren had clamped her tongue between her teeth and appeared completely focused, but then Mike had to stand up again as his knees were hurting. Mr. Thompson and I could look at the fence together, Mike thought as he wanted to stretch a bit. “You can stay here, Lauren,” Mike told her, and the two men almost took off. “Well, Mike, I better go back to my house. We’ll do it in the morning,” his older neighbor suggested quietly and disappeared. When Mike asked Lauren if she wanted him to read one of Aesop’s fables to her now, she told him that she would rather stay outside though. “The weather is so nice. I’m inside Mrs. Thompson’s house too much. You can read to us after dinner when we’re back inside anyway,” Lauren proposed and got up too. Her smile was as endearing as it was intriguing. Now she grabbed her braid and held on to it in front of her budding chest. Mike noticed again how beautiful her teeth were. Her upper lip swung nicely upward, which gave her mouth an adventurous flair. Her skin was similar to the color of honey, relatively dark but neither yellow nor brown. A bit like bronze.
Since Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Thompson were busy and Jessica would not be back for another week or two, Mike kissed Lauren’s slightly sweaty forehead like he had done last Friday after he had helped her off the mule cart down in the village, after she had been sitting on his hard cock for the whole trip. The heat from her skin lingered on his lips. He felt his dick twitch in his pants as the image of her wet pussy pressed against him flooded back. Fuck, he thought, already imagining how he would thrust deep inside her once her period ended, filling her cunt with cum until she moaned his name and came hard around his throbbing cock. His balls ached with the need to pound her tight ass while she gasped for more, her tits bouncing with every slap of skin on skin. He wanted to lick her dripping slit until she soaked his face, then ram his dick back into her soaked pussy and fuck her until they both exploded in ecstasy. The thought made him hard as steel, and he knew the next days would test every ounce of his control.
