Family taboo story : My Neighbor Fucked My Ass Through the Wall

My step-sister Megan and I sat down to a late dinner that Saturday night after she finished cooking rice with salmon in our small kitchen. The meal tasted pretty good, rich and flaky with just the right amount of seasoning, and I realized once again what a solid cook she had become over the years living together. Steam rose from the plates while we dug in, the smell of butter and herbs filling the room, and I felt the day finally start to unwind.

“Are there guys that only like to do anal? Because that’s what our neighbor likes to do to me.”

I almost choked on a bite of salmon, coughing hard as the question hit me out of nowhere. “What the hell, Megan. We’re eating, for God’s sake.”

“Just asking. A question never hurt anyone.”

A shallow silence settled while I kept eating, trying to focus on the food instead of the sudden image her words had planted.

“So?” she insisted, leaning forward across the table with her fork paused midair.

“I’m not going to answer that,” I said, shaking my head and stabbing another piece of fish.

“He only wanted to do anal. I’m fine with it, but it’s been three times already, and he only fucks my ass. I don’t—”

“Megan!” I yelled. “Stop it. Just stop it.”

“Fine.”

I couldn’t shake the image of my stepsister on all fours, taking him from behind, her ass cheeks spread wide while his thick cock slammed into her over and over. I had actually seen it with my own eyes when he sent me the video earlier that day, watching the slick length disappear between her cheeks again and again until my own dick throbbed in my jeans. I had seen it twice by then, replaying the way her moans echoed and her body rocked forward with each thrust. As if that wasn’t bad enough already, I remembered the text that followed the video of my stepsister getting fucked from behind: This will be you tomorrow. How was he going to do that? There was no way. Logistics, I thought, my mind racing over angles and timing instead of the raw act itself. In fact, I had never been so hard in my life, especially once those thoughts came to my mind, my cock straining against the fabric while heat flooded my face.

Neighbor’s Message

“I want to invite him over tomorrow, you know, to not be always there all the time,” she interrupted my thoughts, her voice casual as she pushed rice around her plate. “But I need to ask you to leave, just for some hours. Is that okay?”

“I… well. Sure. If you want it, I can leave,” I said, my voice rough while my mind flashed back to the video and that follow-up text.

“Thanks, little bro. I owe you one,” she said, smiling wide as she reached over and squeezed my arm.

Only if she knew what that text had really meant.

Sunday morning I woke up tired, not knowing why, my body restless after a night of half-remembered dreams about the video and the neighbor’s promise. Megan was supposed to invite him over for a quick afternoon snack, and she had asked if I could leave the house after lunch. I was fine with it. I had no other choice, really. I wasn’t sure why she wanted him to come over, but as far as I was concerned, it was none of my business even though my cock twitched at the thought of what might happen in our shared wall space.

I left around two and decided to go to the nearest mall to watch some movies, the suburban Arizona heat hitting me as I stepped outside. I was excited to leave that place, to be honest, but at the same time my phone buzzed and a text popped up on the screen: Come to my place at 3:30 sharp. The door will be open. Don’t get in earlier or later. Once you get there, it will be clear what to do.

I stopped right in the street, heart pounding as the words sank in. It was 2:58, and I could still make it, so I ran back as fast as I could, legs pumping while sweat gathered under my shirt. I was still in enough shape to reach his door right at 3:30. It was open, as I noticed when I pushed it very easily, the cool air inside brushing my face. The apartment was completely clean and tidy, small like ours but with shades of professional gray on the walls and sleek furniture that looked straight out of a catalog. I thought they were doing some remodeling, but it seemed that by then it had been completed. Everything was finished except the noticeable hole in the living room wall where our apartments came together. Why was that still there? But more importantly, why was an ass drawn on the wall right where the hole was, the crude outline making my stomach flip with nervous heat?

Two Knocks

A note lay on the floor. You’ll hear two knocks on the wall. Once you do, you know what to do.

I looked into the hole and noticed a change. It was padded with some rubber down the sides, soft and inviting. I ran my fingers through it and felt how smooth it was, the material warm from the room. Previously it had just been drywall and bricks, so one had to be careful. Now it was padded and comfortable. I swallowed and sat on the small two-seater sofa while I started to hear noises from my stepsister’s living room. They were there, but I only heard her laugh. She laughed and went silent as something shut her mouth, something she was clearly enjoying, the wet sounds of kissing drifting through. Soon the laughs and sounds faded, and I stopped hearing much except some music playing in the background, low and steady like a heartbeat.

I waited and kept waiting. I waited for the knocks. I was naked by this time, completely naked, my clothes piled on the floor beside the sofa. My cock wanted to rip its skin, but it would have to wait. I played with it a bit, already leaking precum that slicked my fingers, but I told it to be quiet and wait, the shaft throbbing hot and heavy in my grip.

Knock. Knock.

There it was. No other sounds came before it, just those two knocks. I approached the hole and turned around, my breath coming short. I felt the hole with my fingers and placed my own hole right next to it, perfectly aligned, the padded edges pressing against my ass cheeks. I spread my knees as much as I could and placed my hands on them to support myself. I had a sturdy, firm ass, so it fit and aligned with the wall perfectly. My mind tried to predict how it would feel and if it would hurt, but then something happened. It was so fast and quick that it felt as if my own soul had been pierced. I felt two warm hands grab my chest while my ass got penetrated, sliding all the way through in one go, the thick cock stretching me wide with a slick burn that quickly turned to fullness. I quickly looked around and noticed two other small holes covered by some fabric that I hadn’t noticed. That’s where the hands had come from. He had pinned me against the wall, grabbing me harder against it. That was a good idea, I thought, at the same time as I felt him inside me. It didn’t hurt. It was smooth and slid perfectly, but it was enormous and felt full, every inch pulsing against my inner walls. After the first thrust, and grabbing me harder, I grabbed his hands, strangely young for someone so assertive, and pushed my own ass against his cock. That was the signal, and he got it right away.

Slowly he fucked me in my ass, movement by movement, his slick cock going in and out while his hands pressed and caressed my chest and stomach, fingers tweaking my nipples until sparks shot down my spine. How was it feeling this good? I didn’t know, but I wanted it to continue. I wanted him to go harder and faster and make him cum, so I helped by thrusting myself against the wall, the wet slap of skin echoing faintly. The thickness of it reduced the length of his cock, but it was still enough for him to keep thrusting it more and more, the head dragging over my prostate with every stroke. I heard his breath as he increased the speed, and I felt his cock twitching perfectly inside me. I wondered for a moment if he was using a condom, because I could feel every detail of it in my ass, the veins and ridges rubbing raw. The floor got messy from my cock bubbling precum all over. It was hard, but less so. It had accepted the breeding role, and it would not get much attention that day. Why? Because he was fucking me. I was his little next-door bitch he could fuck in the ass whenever he wanted. And if needed, I could suck him all the time he wanted. I wanted him to let me know that, so I moaned faintly. I moaned so that he knew he was fucking someone who wanted to be fucked.

Suddenly he grabbed me harder and pushed himself against the wall, making a big thumping noise. His dick pushed itself down in my ass. I felt torrents of cum streaming out of it and filling me up hot and warm, the thick spurts pulsing deep inside. It went on and on. I don’t know for how long, but long enough to start dripping to the floor as well. It had to come to a stop eventually, and he withdrew his dick finally. My ass was wide open, and cum was dripping out. My cock was twitching and cumming as well, nonstop, without any touch, as if it had gained a life of its own, jets of white shooting across the floor. My first prostate orgasm made a mess out of his couch with the jets of cum coming out. I was thinking that this mess would take a lot of effort to clean, but that was not going to be my job, for sure. I now had another important task to do. But before I could even think about it, a note came through the hole. You have five minutes to get out of there.

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I did. It was just a matter of dressing myself and leaving the apartment. I didn’t clean myself up, so I spent the following hour in a completely shameless state of having been ass-fucked, the warm cum still leaking into my underwear with every step. It was only one hour later, around five, that I managed to return to my sister’s apartment. I got in with my keys and noticed the hole where he had fucked me earlier. My sister was taking a shower, so I assumed he was not there at all now. He probably had gone back to his apartment. My stepsister’s clothes were all over the sofa. Pants, top, and panties. He had undressed her right there, my improvised bed. Of course, my sister didn’t even bother to tidy things up as usual.

Once she got out of the shower, just on a towel, and saw me, she said, “You came back already!” She noticed her clothes. “Oh, sorry about that. We got a bit crazy.”

“Yeah, I noticed that much,” I said. “Did it go well?”

“Let’s just say that he doesn’t like only to fuck asses,” she smirked at me, her cheeks still flushed.

“Oh really?” I asked, keeping my voice steady even as my ass clenched around the drying cum inside.

“I thought you would be grossed out by me saying this. Surprise, you didn’t!” she said, and went to her room to dress herself. She then continued, “I mean, to be completely honest with you? He’s handsome as fuck, and he doesn’t fuck badly, but I don’t know. It felt as if he was just doing it without being there, you know?”

She kept going. “I don’t know if we should have done it without a condom, though. Before you freak out, I’m on the pill, and I trust him. And he didn’t cum on me. I came first and, as usual, just fell asleep. I don’t know, actually, if he left right after. When I woke up, he had already left. He—”

She continued talking, I guess, but I stopped listening at that point. She was dressing and talking, acting as if I was just one of her girly friends, not minding at all the images she was seeding in my mind. Her, taking it in her pussy from the guy who had just come in my ass.

“So what do you think about it?” I heard her asking me, already in the living room.

“What?”

“Should I go there and talk to him now?”

“I guess you do what’s best for you,” I said, but still not knowing exactly the context of that question.

She nodded and left the door, just to knock on the door right next to us. No answer came back, but I heard her saying, “Wait, it’s open.” I then heard it open even more, and her entering the apartment. No greeting, no laughs, nothing. He was not there. Did he ever come in after I left? I thought.

“What the hell is this?” she said and then yelled it. “What the hell is this?”

I ran to the apartment only to find her standing up right next to the hole, with the floor exactly as I had left it, cum still pooled and streaked across the cushions. Her face was in this state of genuine disbelief. I got a text on my phone, and even before I looked, I knew immediately from who it was: Who’s gonna clean the cum of the three of us? I won’t. The message had been sent to my stepsister and to me. When my eyes got off the phone and looked at her, she had already been staring deeply at me, her towel slipping just enough to show the bite marks on her shoulder that matched the grip still burning on my chest.