Fucking The Neighbors

Alana called Lucas from across the yard. Said something about a light. The kid came running—tool bag, eagerness, the whole bit. He didn’t notice how Ellas shirt hung off one shoulder or how Alana left the door open just enough. Inside, the breaker was fine. They knew it. He didn’t. They let him tinker for about five minutes. Then Ellas hands started moving. Slow on Alana’s hip first, then up under the hem. Fingers digging in. Alana leaned back against the wall, mouth open, breathing hard. Neither of them looked at Lucas but they felt him watching, stiff in the doorway like he’d forgotten how to breathe. Alana pushed Ellas shirt up. Sucked a nipple. Hard. Ella moaned—low, filthy, the kind of sound that curled in a boy’s gut. Lucas shifted his weight, face burning, cock already straining against his jeans. They noticed. Ella turned, lips wet, eyes narrowed. “You okay over there, kid?” He tried to answer. Couldn’t. Alana laughed once—short, sharp. Walked over, grabbed his wrist, pressed his palm flat between her tits. “We fuck each other because we like to,” she said. “Doesn’t mean we don’t like dick.” Ella was already behind him, tugging his belt loose. “You can watch first,” she whispered against his ear. “Then we’ll decide what we do with you.”