By Mr Uniden
mruniden27@gmail.com
Copyright 2021 by Mr Uniden, all rights reserved
* * * * *Chapter 5:
The Girl Next door
1
Nine months before Ian and his family moved into the Kingston house, he
had watched the Smith family move in next door. He watched from his 2nd
floor bedroom window as the movers unloaded furniture and carried it
into the neighbor’s house. Wendy Smith was a middle-aged woman, tall
and slender and, always wore scarfs to hide the true length of her
neck, stood on the lawn and watched as each piece was moved off the
truck. She half looked ready to faint and seemed to hold her breath as
two overweight men carried her priceless antique pieces into her house.
“Careful with that one, I bought that 5 years ago its irreplaceable”
she yelled, but her voice was so faint that no one paid attention.
Ian was more interested in Jennifer Smith their daughter. Ian typed
away at his computer, but his eyes darted out his window every few
seconds hoping to catch peeks at the girl. He had never been in love,
never even had a girlfriend, never even knew he wanted one until her
saw her. Maybe it was the brown hair that reached down to her butt.
Maybe it was the way the jeans she was wearing that day perfectly
articulated her body.
For many months, Ian would peer out
his window at all times of day. Ian’s bedroom window faced the girl’s
bedroom window and sometimes at night, he would take peeks at her in
her pajama’s. Sometimes he would turn out the light in his room, and
spy on the girl. These habits made it almost impossible for Ian to
speak to her in real life, and his relationship with Jennifer was
mostly imaginary.
2
Ian woke to
bright morning sun bursting through the small pinhole of a window he
had at the Kingston house. It teased at the warm summer day outside but
provided little if any view to the outside world. Prisoners have larger
windows in their cell. They even were provided clothes. Ian would be
happy being in a prison; the Kingston house might as well be one and he
knew it would be a long time before he had the freedom to leave.
Ian turned his head as the door to his room opened and his sister
entered. He saw his sisters’ breasts and immediately closed his eyes
and covered his blanket over his face. Almost hoping it was a dream, he
remembered he had been naked for almost 12 hours now, but he would
never get used to seeing her naked.
“Come with me” Molly said tapping on Ian’s blanket covered shoulder. “Quickly, follow me”
“Let me sleep, it can’t be later than 5 in the morning.” Ian replied.
“Just get up and follow me quick, I need to show you something.”
“Can it wait” Ian’s voice still muffled from the covers.
Molly decided to stop asking and pulled off the covers and pulled her
brother out of bed. As Ian turned over and started to face up, he could
feel his penis, fully erect from morning wood, pulsate. He reached for
his pillow and used it to cover his groin before Molly could notice.
“Where are we going?” Molly pulled harder on his arm and dragged him to
his feet and led him out the door. Ian took the pillow with him. At
least this way no one would notice he was breaking a rule.
“Look, mom, dad, they are gone.”
“They are probably downstairs.” He said unfazed.
“All the adults they are gone. And there is no one on the first floor, I went down and checked.”
“Maybe they are outside, you are thinking too much about it.”
“Well, I went to say goodnight to them last night, and they weren’t around either.”
“Knowing them they are probably all on some morning spiritual nature
connection walk.” He chuckled at the idea. “I wouldn’t worry Molly” Ian
turned to head back to his room.
Ian fell into his bed,
annoyed that his sister woke him for something minor. He noticed his
penis still throbbed, desperately wanting some attention. He listened
for a second and made sure Daniel was asleep on the top bunk before
taking care of his morning erection.
3
Several months after the Smith family moved next door, Ian’s puppy love
syndrome was in full stride. He would take peeks out of his window
which faced Jennifer’s room. He learned her schedule; his teenage
hormones rampant as she filled his mind’s eye. Often while waiting for
the bus in the morning before school, he would try and muster the
courage to talk to the girl, but the guilt of watching her from a far
and the nerves of rejection paralyzed him. ‘Hi, I’m Ian, I don’t
know if you know but I live next door to you and I watch you every
night before you go to sleep or sit and laugh with your family when you
have dinner. You look pretty. Would you like to go out?’ Ian’s inner voice laughed at him and told him she
would reject you and think you are nothing more than a creep. You are a
stalker. There are places for people like you. Locked up and far far
away from society. Ian decided not to talk to Jennifer.
Instead, Ian became better at watching from afar. He would turn off the
lights in his room at night so that she wouldn’t see him spying. He
would sit at his desk and watch her as she did homework, or watch a
movie, or text on her phone with friends. Sometimes, he would be lucky
and see her undress before bed, but even he knew he was crossing the
line. His adrenaline would rush, his inner morality, the good voice in
his head, would tell him to shut his eyes go to sleep, let her have
some privacy. ‘You already look too much’ the good voice would tell him. As a result, his good voice kept him from spying on her naked.
Ian would dream about her at night, falling asleep and imaging that
Jennifer was next to him. That the two horny teenagers would start to
kiss, and he would start moving down her body, slowly applying some
love to each part of her body until his head would be between her legs.
Ian could feel his penis shoot up, blood rushing to his body. He
imagined her hand touching his penis in the bed when it was his own.
And every night he would ejaculate into his boxers before falling
asleep.
After several months of driving himself mad, Ian’s
desire for her attention was maddening. She had to know who he was, he
was the nerdy kid who lived next door. The kid that looked at her every
morning waiting for the bus. Some mornings she would even smile at him,
and he would return an awkward smile. Could a girl, no not girl, a
young woman, a young goddess really fall in love with a nerd like Ian,
who played on his computer all day, wore glasses, liked math? Could
she? His two voices would battle constantly all day long, his
train of thought, that voice in his head talked nonstop on repeat and
he would slowly make himself anxious.
His mind was like a
computer hard drive, spinning at speeds unimaginable. A math
problem needing to be solved. Their bedroom windows, a connection to
each other like being connected to the world wide web. His computer
mind wanted to connect. His ego was a glitch in the hardware, unable to
connect to the internet. Tonight, he would leave his bedroom light on,
which would allow Jennifer to see clearly into his room. He would also
take his shower at night instead of the morning and ‘accidently’ dry
off and get dressed Infront of the girl and hopefully she would peak at
him while he was naked. Actually, the thought of the event both excited
him and sent a firework of nerves through his body and into his
stomach. Would she even look at me, would she want to, do I want her to
see me naked? The questions raced in his spider-web mind of thoughts.
The web became more complicated and larger. The spider of the web was
the bad voice, weaving sticky thin silk. His inner voice, the bad one
anyways, would then wait and filter thoughts of his mind and pounce
when it saw fit. He had to time it just right, when he knew Jennifer
would be at her desk which had the best view into his room. Thankfully,
he knew her schedule. Tonight. Hopefully she will look.
4
Ian left his room after his first morning at the Kingston house knowing
he’d have to take a shower in the bathroom. The awkward bathroom. The
bathroom where anyone of any age or gender could walk in and watch him.
He hoped Meagan was still asleep, he thought about praying. Megan was a
black widow who stalked her prey from the shadows ready to pounce. She
would like nothing more than to catch Ian in her web. Ian walked down
the hall towards the bathroom, glancing all around to make sure no one
was around before entering. The showers were all off and the stall
doors were all open and for a moment, one that would not come again,
Ian was alone in the Kingston house. A tower of towels lay in a basket
next to the door of the bathroom, he grabbed one, turned on the water,
and walked into the shower rain.
5
A woman dressed in robes, like that a nun would wear, pulled up to the
Kingston house in her beat-up station wagon. Only her face and hands
were uncovered. In the passenger seat of her car lay a book bound by
leather. A bible? No, this book was darker than the bible and contained
the teachings she used to educate the children of the Kingston house.
It contained her teachings and beliefs. Underneath the book was the
paddle, her favorite one. The handle of the paddle too was bound with
leather like the book, matching of course. The book contained the
knowledge, the law of the Kingston group and the paddle the enforcer.
The paddle was judge, jury, and executioner. She parked her car and
headed into the house.
6
Ian’s
body stiffened when he heard the door to the bathroom open; the feeling
in his gut told him Megan would turn the corner to great him and watch,
no stare, while he showered. Jared, Roger’s son, turned the corner to
greet him. Jared looked nothing like his father, whose great white
beard, bouncing ball belly and tall figure resembled very little to
Jared. Jared was what you would call your average 17-year-old boy who
came from the country. Curly blond hair, innocent smile, shiny sky-blue
eyes. Almost too perfect. His smile, too pure.
Jared entered
the shower. “How was your first night? Sleep ok?” He stepped to the
shower head just a few inches away from Ian, turning on the water and
using his hand to test the water temperature. “We don’t get much hot
water out here, best to shower quickly.” Jared added before stepping
into the lukewarm shower.
“Still getting used to being naked” Ian replied. “It’s very different lifestyle.”
“I understand. You get used to it. Took the last family a few weeks,
but you get used to it. And once you meet Teacher, and learning and
all, you will feel at home”
“Teacher?” Ian asked
“Yea she’s coming today to meet you and have a talk with the adults.
She’s a little tough at first but just accept her teaching and you will
be good”
Ian took a quick glance at the naked boy next to
him. He tried not to peak, he really did, but he took a quick glance at
Jared’s penis. He then looked down at his own, trying to compare his
size to Jared’s. His thought was interrupted again as his sister
entered the bathroom. She glanced into the shower area, only seeing
bother boys’ butts, before running to the stall, closing the door. She
too felt awkward using the bathroom with the boys there and tried her
best to pretend she was alone. Ian hurried, finishing his shower when
the door opened again, and Megan entered the bathroom. Ian quickly
grabbed his towel knowing very well that she would be sizing Ian up
once again.
7
Ian returned to
his bedroom, ready to implement his plan and hoping Jenifer would be at
her desk. He closed the door behind him. He knew he couldn’t look out
the window to check to see if Jennifer was there or watching otherwise,
she might grow suspicious or look away or something. He had made sure
to clear the window area so that she would have a clean view into the
bedroom window from next door and be able to see his full body. Ian
took a deep breath and dropped the towel to the floor and walked around
the room naked. He went to his dresser to grab his underwear, and then
to his closet to grab a t-shirt. On several occasions, he reached down
and grabbed his penis, giving it a few quick tugs to fluff it up. He
knew however most of the time he kept his back to the window. He wanted
to strike a pose in front of the window of his front side as well but
had to figure out a way to do so.
Before he could do so, his
phone started vibrating on his desk. He walked over to his phone,
picked it up and saw a text from his sister. It read “Put some clothes
on and stop walking around your room naked. We can see you” Ian’s heart
ponded heavy and when he looked out the window to Jennifer’s window,
both she and his sister were glancing back at him chucking. His sister
gave a wave and wink. He quickly covered up and dashed to his bed for
his boxers. His phone vibrated again. His sister now sent him another
text. It was a picture she took of her brother from Jennifer’s room of
Ian naked with an image of his butt in clear sight. The message “I am
never gonna let you hear the end of this” followed with a winky face
emoji. Ian sat down at his desk, putting his head down on his desk. His
stomach hurt; his heart raced. Ian placed his head into his hands and
began to cry.