1. The Next Door Neighbour


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    returned to the front of the house to sit with my parents and drink their beer. People walked up and down the street, many with drinks in their hands, stopping to make small talk. They shared what they'd been in the middle of when the power went out, and speculated how long the outage would last. Some offered vague theories that the cause was rooted in the incompetency of the Liberal government, while others lamented how their electric bill was too damned high for this shit. Around five-thirty, a white SUV with tinted windows pulled into the driveway of the house next door. Brenda climbed out with a metal sculpture of a rooster in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other. She was in her late-thirties, with blue eyes and light blonde hair. She was a little overweight, but not what I'd consider fat- just "meaty" or "plump" I guess is the best word to describe her. She was wearing a white summer dress with a black belt, and a pair of brown country boots. "Hey there," my father called his customary greeting. My parents both waved. "Hi," Brenda said, smiling and waving back. "Power's out," my mother observed. "Yeah, I know," Brenda said with a maritime accent, making her way across our yard. "I was just coming back from Tecumseh Creek. It's out there, too, eh." "Must be a big one." My mother had an embarrassing knack for stating the obvious. "Is Rick home?" my father asked. Rick was Brenda's husband. They'd moved in at the beginning of April. Though we had all introduced ...
    ourselves, the couple mostly kept to themselves. What we knew was that they had no children, they were both from Halifax originally, and Rick worked in the logging industry. "Nope," Brenda answered. "He's been gone up the bush since last week." This wasn't unusual. Often men would spend weeks to months out in the bush working far North of town. The companies they worked for would put up mobile camps for them to stay at, providing room and board as they cleared an area. Temporary communities would spring up around them to provide supplementary services - liquor, cigarettes, female companionship - that sort of thing. Then they'd pack it all up, and move on to the next site. "So, you're alone over there?" My mother asked. Brenda nodded. "That's alright. I got myself a nice bottle o' wine. Thought I'd just have a quiet night to myself tonight, and all." "Robert!" my mother exclaimed to my father. "She's going to be sitting alone in the dark all by herself." "Don't be silly," my father said. "Justin was just about to fire up the grill and cook us some burgers. You're more than welcome to eat with us." "I was?" I asked. I was on my second beer, and tired from work, and I didn't really feel like doing much of anything. Certainly not cooking dinner for the whole damned neighbourhood. "Sure," my mother agreed. "We can't just let her sit in the dark by herself." I didn't see why not. It seemed like a fine way to spend the evening. "Justin, if you cook the hamburgers, I've got some fresh ...
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